Special Agent Rebirth: The Omnipotent Goddess of Quick Transmigration
Chapter 897 - 887 Weapon (1) One more Chapter

Chapter 897: 887 Weapon (1) One more Chapter

After falling into an abyss of nothingness, Ye Shaohua woke up once more, only to feel the weak flickering of candlelight surrounding her.

Soft sobs were audible in her ear.

She felt extremely weak, likely a result of not having eaten much, and there was a slight pain in her forehead.

Her vague peripheral vision could only make out the bright red clothes she was wearing.

The sleeves were embroidered with golden cloud patterns.

Having experienced numerous ancient tasks, Ye Shaohua recognized at a glance that this was... an ancient wedding dress?

As she was pondering, the door squeaked open and the continuous weeping she had heard came to an abrupt halt.

At the same time, someone grabbed her chin harshly and lifted it, and in the faint candlelight, Ye Shaohua saw a figure dressed in a blue robe.

"Ye Shaohua, I have told you before, upon entering the Wang Residence, I will only grant you a status, I will never love you," Cheng Yan eyed the woman with the powdered face, speaking with an air of pride tinged with a trace of cool impatience, "who are you putting on this act for now?"

"My Lord..." a middle-aged woman beside her pleaded.

"I don’t like those who outsmart themselves, nor do I care for the petty trick of playing hard to get," Cheng Yan looked at the face before him, suddenly laughing a little cruelly, "you should feel fortunate..."

He was about to say something, but then seemed to remember something else and halted his words.

At that moment, a voice came from outside the door, "My Lord, Lady Yanyu and Young Master Shen have arrived."

Upon hearing a certain name, he abruptly stepped back and, like being shocked by electricity, immediately released Ye Shaohua.

He took a clean handkerchief from a servant behind him, meticulously wiped his hand that had grasped Ye Shaohua clean, and then nonchalantly tossed it to the ground.

He turned and left.

Ye Shaohua, having been suddenly released, nearly fell to the ground, yet Cheng Yan and his servant beside him paid her no mind.

Especially the guard beside Cheng Yan glanced at Ye Shaohua with an expressionless face.

"Lady..." Once Cheng Yan had left, the middle-aged woman dared to support Ye Shaohua, "Why do you torture yourself like this!"

Ye Shaohua did not answer. She picked up a red handkerchief from the table and meticulously, slowly, wiped off the spot where the man had touched her.

Seeing her do this, the middle-aged woman looked a little surprised and wanted to say something, but upon seeing Ye Shaohua’s icy gaze, she couldn’t utter a word.

Ye Shaohua began to accept the memories transmitted to her by 008.

The original Ye Shaohua was the legitimate eldest daughter of the Ye Family, a weapon forging family of the mighty Wang Dynasty. Her father was a master at weapon forging, the exclusive supplier for the Wang Dynasty.

Five years ago, her parents were killed by mountain bandits during a weapon deal. They fought to their deaths to let the original owner escape and carry on the Ye Family’s legacy of weapon forging.

In an instant, the once grand Family collapsed, leaving behind only two daughters. The original owner wandered around Jiangnan, while her younger sister was taken in by her maternal uncle’s Shen Family in the Imperial City.

The original owner, after making some progress in her weapon forging skills, came to the Imperial City where King Yan, Cheng Yan, approached her directly, saying he admired the Ye Family and would help her. She crafted weapons for King Yan and aimed to use his power to restore the Ye Family’s former glory.

Cheng Yan had a principal wife and a concubine, so naturally, he would not take the fallen original owner as a concubine, only offering her a position as mistress.

The original owner naively believed Cheng Yan truly admired the Ye Family and stepped into the harem of King Yan’s residence.

Competing with a group of women for favor and jealousy.

On the original owner’s first night in the residence, Cheng Yan did not spend the night, and people in the residence naturally had immense power, each covertly targeting her.

How could the original owner, with only a nanny and herself, compete against these people in the residence?

In the end, before she even started forging weapons, she died within the confines of the back house.

When her uncle’s Shen Family heard of her death, there was not much of an upheaval; they simply felt the original owner aimed too high, aspiring to stay with himself.

And the original owner’s younger sister did not hold deep affection for her; in the end, she merely sighed at the news and thus the matter ended.

In fact, King Yan did not truly admire the original owner. Unbeknownst to her, her sister Ye Yanyu had a higher understanding of weapons than she did.

Certain influential figures in the Imperial City were already well aware of Ye Yanyu’s great reputation.

At this point in receiving the memories, Ye Shaohua began nibbling on a piece of cake placed on the table, coming to know Ye Yanyu.

Compared to Ye Yanyu, the original owner had wandered Jiangnan for five years with only a nanny by her side, living a life of extreme poverty and hardship.

During these five years, she hadn’t learned much about poetry, calligraphy, or proper etiquette. Even with the books left by her father, her understanding of weapons could not surpass that of Ye Yanyu.

Whom Cheng Yan would prefer and value more was self-evident.

Ye Yanyu had been frail since childhood, and a famous physician from Jianghu had stated that only a blood transfusion could cure her illness.

Cheng Yan’s marriage to the original owner was merely for the blood in her veins.

And the original owner’s death was orchestrated by Cheng Yan and her own cousin.

Seeing this part, the cake remaining in Ye Shaohua’s hand was completely crushed.

"Lady..." The concerned nanny felt that her Lady was acting strangely tonight, but she couldn’t quite pinpoint what was odd.

"It’s nothing." Ye Shaohua continued to pinch off pieces of cake and bit into them, one after the other.

The current storyline had just reached the point where the original owner had come to the Imperial City, marrying into the Wang Residence, becoming Cheng Yan’s fifth concubine.

[Boss, there are two tasks this time: First, follow Father Ye’s wishes to redevelop the Ye Family; second, avoid falling into Cheng Yan and Shen Jiran’s trap and dying.]

At the same time.

In a restricted area of the Wang Residence study room, two figures, one in pink and one in purple, sat in chairs.

Seeing the figure in pink, Cheng Yan’s eyes brightened, "Yanyu, Jiran, you’ve arrived."

The Shen Family was merely a merchant family, yet Cheng Yan interacted with the two as if they were intimate friends, without the slightest air of superiority. The study room, a place not even the queen could enter, was easily accessed by Ye Yanyu.

"King Yan, I went to the Villa today and saw that the batch of long spears still needs two more materials to be truly refined," Ye Yanyu said, her face very white, but her features exceptionally delicate.

As he took the paper from her, Cheng Yan smiled—not a cold smile, but with eyes filled with warmth, "You’ve worked hard."