Special Agent Rebirth: The Omnipotent Goddess of Quick Transmigration
Chapter 519: Mysterious Young Lady No. 512 (Part 7) - Second Update

Chapter 519: Mysterious Young Lady No. 512 (Part 7) - Second Update

After parting with Ye Qingqing, Meng Yanqiu left the Ye Residence.

He made a meaningful eye gesture to his trusted aide.

"Master, just as you predicted, the Thirteenth Prince has indeed come to Jiangling," Meng Yanqiu’s confidant whispered to him, "Our business has already been covertly transferred, and arrangements have been made with the madam and the master. Should we inform the Ye Family?"

The Ye Family and the Meng Family had already agreed on a marriage proposal.

If the Ye Family were unaware of the grand scheme the young master was currently devising, it could lead to many unnecessary misunderstandings.

Meng Yanqiu thought of Ye Qingqing, and his expression softened a great deal as he spoke softly, "No need, no matter what happens to the Meng Family, Qingqing will not ignore us."

The confidant, seeing Meng Yanqiu’s assuredness, though unsure of where his confidence stemmed from, chose not to advise any further.

These days, the young master’s thoughts had become heavier, and they were impossible for them to fathom.

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The Great Mu Country was more liberal than the usual ancient dynasties, not imposing so many restrictions on women. Many women could be seen doing business on the streets, which, in a way, was a sign of progress.

"Jade Xiao, what do you think of me opening an Embroidery Workshop?" Ye Shaohua walked along the street.

She was not wearing overly complicated attire.

Her light cyan base garment was slightly faded at the hems. The cuffs, collar, and skirt were sparsely embroidered with bright red plum blossoms and ink-colored branches. Her fair wrists were somewhat visible. Originally excessively elegant, the garment took on a mysterious quality when enshrouded in a layer of gauze.

Her visage, no matter where it was placed, was strikingly outstanding, radiating a lazy charm that drew attention in the crowd.

Many stole glances at her, stopping to watch.

Jade Xiao was caught off guard when Ye Shaohua voiced this idea.

"That settles it then." Ye Shaohua had long harbored this idea, but she did not intend to personally run the Embroidery Workshop.

She planned to hand it over to Jade Xiao to manage. "If I’m not mistaken, you also learned embroidery while in the boudoir. Here are ten thousand taels for you to start with, and I’ll write a plan for you when I get back."

Receiving the ten thousand taels from Ye Shaohua, especially with her nonchalant way of handing over the banknote, stirred an indescribable feeling in Jade Xiao’s heart.

She silently strolled through the streets with Ye Shaohua all afternoon.

Ye Shaohua thoroughly observed the more prosperous streets.

It was only on seeing the Jiangling Embroidery Workshop across the street that she started heading back.

By now, it was getting late, and without street lighting in ancient times, as soon as it grew dark, most people would hurry home, rarely venturing out.

Mother Ye initially chose a small mansion deep in a narrow alley because of financial constraints—just a single narrow lane.

On nearing their doorstep, Ye Shaohua’s pace halted momentarily.

"Lady?" Jade Xiao was puzzled.

Ye Shaohua stiffened for a second before reverting to her usual demeanor.

A few steps later, under the moonlight, a glint from a cold weapon nearly scraped by her vision, and Jade Xiao finally realized that something was amiss.

"Be careful!"

She cried out sharply, about to kick away the person in front of her.

The man clad in tight attire knelt on one knee, "Young Ladies, please save our lives. If by chance we survive this ordeal, my life—Li Xiu—will be yours from now on!"

Jade Xiao must have realized that the two severely wounded people posed no threat.

She withdrew her leg, narrowing her eyes as she assessed the kneeling figure.

Ye Shaohua slowly retracted her embroidery needle without looking at the man on his knees; instead, her gaze fell on the man leaning against the wall by Li Xiu’s side.

Unsure of the extent of his injuries, Ye Shaohua could still smell the pungent scent of blood.

Ye Shaohua observed him for a long while before shifting her gaze away. She reached the door of her house, used her key to unlock it, and entered the dark interior. Mother Ye had not yet returned.

She was likely still sewing clothes with Auntie Wang.

Voices of a search party came from not too far away, "He is injured, near here. Search thoroughly!"

The sound of footsteps suggested a group of about thirty to forty people.

Seeing that the Lady did not speak but opened the door, a flicker of hope in Li Xiu’s heart gradually faded. After all, why would a young lady risk her life to save them?

With this in mind, Li Xiu stood up, as if making up his mind, "Master..."

But at that moment, the Lady cast a fleeting glance, "Aren’t you coming in? Do you want to be caught waiting there?"

At those words, Li Xiu was overjoyed.

The man he was supporting raised an eyebrow as he observed Ye Shaohua’s retreating figure, his gaze deepening.

Ye Shaohua’s current living space was modest: a small courtyard with only two trees and four rooms. Ye Shaohua lived in the room on the left, with Jade Xiao next door.

After entering, she immediately lit a lamp.

Once the lamp was lit, Li Xiu finally saw Ye Shaohua’s face clearly, and his eyes widened, "It’s you?"

This Li Xiu was none other than the man Ye Shaohua had encountered that night at the inn.

Seeing Ye Shaohua ignoring him,

Li Xiu turned to his master, "Master, this is the young lady from that night..."

Seeing his master’s unruffled expression, Li Xiu knew he had been recognized much earlier and sheepishly fell silent.

After Jade Xiao entered, she too ignored the two men, simply taking out Ye Shaohua’s embroidery frame, setting up the needle and thread as if she hadn’t noticed Li Xiu and the man in the study—It was unbelievably calm.

The voices outside grew closer,

"The scent of blood disappears here. He can’t have gone far—search every house!"

Just as the words finished, a loud knocking began, "Open up!"

Li Xiu’s complexion changed.

"Lady, is there anywhere in the courtyard we could hide..."

Ye Shaohua calmly took out a white porcelain bottle from a chest, scattered the powder inside around the room and near the door, then pointed up to the rafters, "Get up there."

Li Xiu had not expected Ye Shaohua to point to such an obvious spot. In a panic, he said, "Lady, we do not wish to harm you—those rafters cannot hide us from them. And we still carry the smell of blood; they are tracking us by scent!"