Special Agent Rebirth: The Omnipotent Goddess of Quick Transmigration
Chapter 908 - 898 Weapon (12) One more Chapter

Chapter 908: 898 Weapon (12) One more Chapter

The price to master a craft was too great, especially for a family like the Ye Family.

Ordinary people could only see the glory of the Ye Family on the surface, but had no idea how much the Ye Family had sacrificed.

No one knew better than Ye Shaohua and her wet nurse what those five years had really been like for their original master. Thinking of this, Shaohua slightly lowered her head, concealing the cold sharpness in her eyes.

Shen Jiran had only felt pity for Ye Yanyu before, but now, looking at the burn on Ye Shaohua’s arm and hearing her indifferent tone, Ye Yanyu truly had no right to say she was pitiable or aggrieved.

Thinking about why he had climbed the mountain with her today, Shen Jiran suddenly felt a warmth in his eyes.

This person had struggled for five years just to return to the Imperial City, yet from the beginning, their lives had been predetermined. If not for today’s accident, Shen Jiran dared not imagine what awaited Ye Shaohua.

For the first time, he began to loathe himself.

He also felt relieved that Ye Shaohua had never known this fact.

Once the meteorite was found, the group headed back to the city.

At the crossroads where they were to part ways, Shen Jiran stopped his horse. "No need to go to the Wang Residence, head back to the Shen Residence instead. I’ll bring people later to take what you frequently use back with us."

The wet nurse hesitated for a moment. "But what about His Highness..."

The wet nurse was already surprised that they could come out today.

"I will inform His Highness," said Shen Jiran, who felt uneasy as soon as he thought about Cheng Yan marrying Ye Shaohua and for what purpose.

Ye Shaohua’s life in the Wang Residence was not good, and the wet nurse knew this. However, since Shen Jiran was well-acquainted with Cheng Yan, the wet nurse did not insist on staying at the Wang Residence upon considering this.

She naturally knew who truly cared for Ye Shaohua.

Ye Shaohua, sitting inside the carriage, did not come out. She made no objection to Shen Jiran’s decision; even if she did not leave the Wang Residence now, she would still leave in a few days.

Shen Jiran went directly to the Wang Residence to tell King Yan that he would be keeping Ye Shaohua in the Shen Residence.

"Has the Doctor already arrived?" Cheng Yan did not know that Shen Jiran had already deviated from his initial intention and thought Shen Jiran wanted to perform a blood exchange for Ye Yanyu.

Shen Jiran lowered his head, not planning to fall out with Cheng Yan just yet, as he had not finished making arrangements. "He arrived this afternoon."

Hearing that the Doctor had arrived in the afternoon, Cheng Yan was no longer curious about Shen Jiran’s request for Ye Shaohua to go to the Shen Residence.

Once Shen Jiran left, Cheng Yan had someone inquire about the Ye Residence’s situation. When he learned that Ye Shaohua had indeed been injured, his last bit of suspicion towards Shen Jiran disappeared.

Shen Residence.

After Shen Jiran returned, seeing that he was unharmed, Shen Father scolded him furiously.

The Doctor was dressing Ye Shaohua’s wounds. When he saw the scars on her arm, his hands shook.

"Shaohua, if it hurts, just say so," said Lady Shen with a choking voice, looking at the bloody wound and the burn scar that had worsened.

Ye Shaohua didn’t feel much pain, merely comforting Lady Shen by saying she wasn’t hurt.

"How could it not hurt," Lady Shen held her other hand, and said to the Doctor, "Doctor, please be sure to heal the wound on Shaohua’s arm, no matter the cost!"

The Doctor thought that even if the wound was healed, it would be of no use, given the more terrifying burn, but he did not voice this thought, merely nodding and promising to do his best.

Shen Jiran bowed his head, listening to Shen Father scold him, without saying a word in rebuttal.

In the end, for the sake of Ye Shaohua’s nurse’s sake, Shen Father coldly let Shen Jiran kneel in the Buddha Hall for the night, and Shen Jiran, feeling guilty, did not refuse.

"Aunt, there are some things I am used to using at the Wang Residence." Ye Shaohua remembered her crafted weapons and a pile of what looked like plans.

Shen Jiran said from the doorway, "I’ve spoken to King Yan. Tomorrow someone will accompany the nurse to the Wang Residence to retrieve your things."

Shen Father and Shen Mother thought King Yan was quite agreeable to talk with, but they felt it was somewhat strange in their hearts.

After Shen Jiran admitted his mistakes in the Buddha Hall, Shen Father had a pile of other matters to attend to, leaving only Shen Mother with Ye Shaohua.

It was at this time that Ye Yanyu and the Butler arrived.

Seeing that it was already evening and Ye Shaohua had not left the Shen Residence, Ye Yanyu was very surprised.

"Sister, why are you still here?"

Lady Shen explained on behalf of Ye Shaohua, "How could someone from our Shen Family become someone’s concubine? From now on, Shaohua will stay at the Ye Residence. Don’t worry, Shaohua, your aunt will surely find you a good husband."

Ye Yanyu paused, smoothing her hair, "That’s good, then. The Butler will have to take care of the two of us sisters together from now on, especially since our courtyards are connected."

She turned her head and smiled at the former Butler of the Ye Residence.

Hearing that Ye Shaohua would stay at the Ye Residence, the Butler’s face looked a bit unsightly. He lowered his head, pursed his lips, and reluctantly said, "Young Lady."

Madam Shen glanced at the butler, knowing that the butler had watched Ye Yanyu grow up since she was little and inevitably had some estrangement with Ye Shaohua. However, since the butler was originally from the Ye Family and now served only Ye Yanyu, Madam Shen found it inappropriate to overstep her bounds and manage such matters.

She simply stroked Ye Shaohua’s head, deep in thought.

After seeing the letter on Shen Jiran’s desk, Ye Yanyu had no doubts about Ye Shaohua living in the Ye Family; in fact, there was a bizarre expectation in her heart that no one knew about.

If it was possible to live, who would willingly choose to die?

However, Ye Yanyu had been waiting in the courtyard for two days. On the first day, the miraculous doctor living there still instructed her on what to be careful about, but on the second, the doctor suddenly stopped speaking to her. Apart from the daily routine check-ups, there were no further precautions given.

Ye Yanyu subconsciously found this odd.

She carried a bowl of chicken soup to the study to find Shen Jiran.

Shen Jiran was seated at his desk, with his confidant holding a very delicate box.

Ye Yanyu was very familiar with this box; it was from Yuxuan Pavilion, a place selling jewelry where every piece was unique and exquisitely made, of immense value, and hard to obtain.

To this day, Ye Yanyu had only one hairpin from Yuxuan Pavilion, which Shen Jiran had sent to her four years ago during her first birthday celebration in the Shen Family.

Upon seeing this box, the corners of Ye Yanyu’s lips curved into a smile.

She naturally assumed that Shen Jiran had bought it for her.

However, not even a second into her smile, Shen Jiran spoke, "Leave it here, I will send it to Shaohua later."

The subordinate obeyed and left.

The smile on Ye Yanyu’s lips stiffened for a moment.

"Cousin, what are you doing?" Ye Yanyu regained her composure, setting down a bowl of cooling tea next to him, and saw that Shen Jiran was looking at a letter.

Catching a glimpse of the front of the letter, she recognized it as the one she had seen in the study before.

Her heart rate suddenly quickened.

But before she could react, Shen Jiran burned the letter outright.

Ye Yanyu’s hand tightened. If she hadn’t known what was written on it, she wouldn’t have been curious about Shen Jiran burning a letter, but it was precisely because she did know that she couldn’t help paying attention.

"Cousin, why would you burn someone’s letter just like that?"

"Unimportant things are better off burned," Shen Jiran said indifferently, his gaze fixed on the paper turning to ash, a trace of disgust in his eyes.

Ye Yanyu’s heart trembled, "Unimportant... things?"

"Pure nonsense," Shen Jiran chuckled coldly after regaining his senses, feeling that he had gone mad to have thought of taking Ye Shaohua’s life, "It’s better burned sooner rather than later."

The worries Ye Yanyu had had all morning suddenly became reality.

She involuntarily stepped back, forcing a strained smile, as a cold sweat began to form on her forehead, "Cousin, I..."

The butler who had been waiting outside heard Ye Yanyu’s voice and immediately entered, his expression changing, "The Lady must be ill!"

"Take her back to the courtyard to rest properly, and let the divine doctor take a good look at her," Shen Jiran glanced at Ye Yanyu, then left with the wooden box.

Where else could he go with the wooden box?

Naturally, he was going to find Ye Shaohua.

Seeing Shen Jiran like this, Ye Yanyu’s heart chilled.

She even forgot the discomfort in her body, standing there dazedly as the butler assisted her back to the courtyard.

And when the people like Madam Shen heard she was sick, they all came to see her one by one. Even so, there wasn’t a trace of joy in Ye Yanyu’s heart.

Ye Shaohua naturally came to see her as well, together with Shen Jiran.

She had no maids in the Wang Residence, just a wet nurse, but in just two days of her stay at the Ye Residence, five or six maids and servants volunteered to serve in her courtyard, wholeheartedly.

And for her, after five years, the only real confidant she had was still that butler.

After the visitors had left, the butler sighed at Ye Yanyu, "My lady, I’ve always said, although the Young Lady looks adorable, it’s precisely such cunning that’s the deepest. Who knows what she’s truly thinking?"

Ye Yanyu took a deep breath, not speaking immediately.

Three days later, it was Madam Shen’s birthday, and the family invited a few relatives as well as a couple of friends of Father Shen.

While Ye Yanyu was getting made up, she discovered that the gold hairpin Father Shen had given her was missing.