Special Agent Rebirth: The Omnipotent Goddess of Quick Transmigration
Chapter 903: Weapon 893 (7) Seven

Chapter 903: Weapon 893 (7) Seven

Ye Shaohua merely smiled and said nothing.

A group of people walked along the road, encountering many others who greeted Ye Yanyu and Shen Jiran with great familiarity.

It was clear these people were well-acquainted.

Ye Shaohua observed Ye Yanyu greeting them, her expression very calm, and soon they arrived at the Ye Family’s workshop.

This workshop had always been a forbidden area, and even the wet nurse was visiting for the first time. However, she felt that the workshop looked very familiar to her.

"King Na," the Zhao Si, the Royal Guard in charge of the workshop, saw Cheng Yan and immediately spoke.

When he caught a glimpse of Ye Shaohua in his peripheral vision, his pupils constricted, but Ye Shaohua did not look at him.

Zhao Si respectfully stepped back, as if he had not seen Ye Shaohua.

The Ye Family’s workshop was not just for them; personnel from the Ministry of War were also present.

Many here knew of Ye Yanyu’s covert identity and were exceedingly polite to her.

Naturally, they had also heard of Ye Shaohua, whose method of ordinary sword training had been handed over to Cheng Yan; the news had become the talk of the town over tea.

On seeing Ye Shaohua enter, these people looked at one another, shared a few jests, and revealed a hint of disdain.

Ye Yanyu wasn’t very familiar with the workshop; her father had never taken her to see it before, although she had studied the Oracle Bone Script. She wasn’t an expert but could recognize some of it.

Of the many books in the Ye Family, she could hardly understand any, yet she still recalled a few sentences about the workshop.

Ye Yanyu toured the workshop and finally picked up a sword standing at the side, asking Cheng Yan, "Your Highness, what do you think of this one?"

"It’s quite good," Cheng Yan objectively commented.

Shen Jiran’s father, who stood beside Ye Shaohua, originally wore a pleased expression, but he frowned when he heard Ye Yanyu’s words. What was Yanyu doing? There were so many people here; why did she specifically ask Cheng Yan this question?

Cheng Yan was her brother-in-law in name.

But with so many people around, Shen’s father also knew it wasn’t the time to inquire.

He planned to discuss it later with Mrs. Shen.

Ye Shaohua had already visited this workshop, but after studying it at home, she felt differently when seeing it again.

She followed along with Ye Yanyu’s group.

When they reached a doorway, Cheng Yan’s guards stopped her from entering.

Shen’s father stayed there naturally, and Ye Shaohua didn’t follow them inside either.

Only Ye Yanyu, Cheng Yan, and the Ministry of War’s personnel went in.

The wet nurse, who had long considered Ye Shaohua the heir to the Ye Family, immediately protested, "Your Highness, please wait, you’ve forgotten our Lady has not yet entered!"

"She wants to go in?" The personnel from the Ministry of War had always held Ye Yanyu’s father in high esteem.

The Divine Weapons produced by the Ye Family were everyone’s ultimate dream. However, to this day, the only Divine Weapon her father had made was that sharpshooter, now in the General’s hand.

Now that her father was dead, those hoping for the sharpshooter’s capabilities turned to the Ye Family’s descendants, with Cheng Yan and the Ministry of War’s personnel placing their hopes on Ye Yanyu.

Cheng Yan, on one hand, genuinely cared for Ye Yanyu, and on the other, hoped that Ye Yanyu could create a Divine Weapon.

She had never been taught by her father due to her poor health, yet she managed to comprehend on her own.

In contrast, Ye Shaohua, who had been learning from her father since childhood, seemed to have learned next to nothing.

If she had any sense of shame, she would have felt guilty at the moment Ye Yanyu claimed she could restore the workshop.

"Come in and take a good look," Cheng Yan said, looking meaningfully at Ye Shaohua.

Ye Yanyu didn’t focus on other things, she just seriously scanned the equipment around her and then set her gaze on the main mechanism, shaking her head.

"Is there no way?" a person from the Ministry of War promptly asked.

Cheng Yan’s expression was very serious.

"Hmm, the mechanisms here have been destroyed. You know our Ye Family’s mechanisms can only be resolved by someone from our lineage; otherwise, they are just scrap metal. I’m afraid this workshop cannot be restored..." Ye Yanyu pointed out a spot.

Hearing this statement, Cheng Yan was extremely disappointed. Zhao Si behind him was stunned, "Cannot be restored?"

Before Ye Yanyu could reply, Ye Shaohua spoke quietly to Zhao Si, "You can build a new one." Her voice was low, yet Ye Yanyu standing nearby overheard.

"Pfft—" Ye Yanyu pointed at Ye Shaohua, shaking her head with laughter, and shared what she heard with the oblivious Cheng Yan and others nearby.

Cheng Yan, who had once thought Ye Shaohua had less talent than Yanyu, now listened to the low laughter from the Ministry of War’s personnel, wishing he could send her away, out of sight and out of mind.

"Sister, this workshop is like this mechanism; if the core is damaged, it’s just a pile of scrap metal. Since you suggest to make a new one, you don’t need me to teach you, right? If you think you can, then make a new one for us to see?" Ye Yanyu said with a laugh, pointing to the workshop.

Ye Yanyu knew from the records in the books that this workshop, handed down by the Ye ancestors for over a thousand years without changes, was a symbol of inheritance.

The mechanism lock was an essential part; without opening it, the workshop was as good as a dead object.

Of course, Ye Yanyu knew that it was impossible for Ye Shaohua to rebuild it, unless Ye Shaohua was not human.

However, Ye Shaohua was indeed not an ordinary person.

"Step aside," Ye Shaohua initially wanted to go find Shen’s father.

Hearing this, she turned around and came over. Ye Yanyu reluctantly smiled and made room, "Sister, I was just making a casual remark, you don’t have to try to..."

Before she could finish saying ’show off,’ Ye Yanyu’s smile froze on her lips.

Ye Shaohua flipped the mechanism over. It was much simpler than an intricate lock. She casually fiddled with it a few times, and a crisp "click" sounded.

The mechanism unlocked; Ye Shaohua held the mechanism lock, weighed it in her hand for a moment, then slowly descended from the two steps, looking at Ye Yanyu, "Who told you it couldn’t be unlocked?"