Special Agent Rebirth: The Omnipotent Goddess of Quick Transmigration
Chapter 913: Weapon 903 (17) second update

Chapter 913: Weapon 903 (17) second update

"Is the price very negotiable?"

Lady Shen had yet to recover from General Nangong’s words.

Immediately, General Nangong took out an imperial gold medal from his pocket, "How about this? This is an imperial pardon I once received from His Majesty. Of course, I am not saying that the imperial pardon can be exchanged for the dagger alone. When I return, I will still arrange for the payment in silver. How about it?"

Everyone was very aware of the significance of an imperial pardon, equivalent to one’s life, let alone one bestowed by the emperor himself.

With this medal and General Nangong’s favor, one could say the Shen Family stood to gain immensely.

However, Lady Shen looked dumbfounded as she held the dagger...

Wait a minute... This dagger can be exchanged for an imperial pardon, and a substantial amount of silver, too? Isn’t her niece just an orphan who has wandered for five years and has just returned?

But seeing the gleam in General Nangong’s eyes as he looked at the dagger in her hand, Lady Shen finally realized that the weapons her niece had produced were indeed formidable.

"I won’t trade it, I won’t," Lady Shen immediately stuffed the dagger into her sleeve.

Seeing Lady Shen’s expression, General Nangong confirmed that she really had no intention to negotiate and sighed with great regret.

"Then I shall take my leave," General Nangong said as he looked towards Ye Shaohua, his gaze inadvertently drifting back to Lady Shen’s sleeve. "Rest assured, these items will be absolutely safe with me; no one shall lay a finger on them."

"I thank you, General Nangong," Ye Shaohua bowed in gratitude.

"However, I will be taking this man with me," General Nangong said, pointing a finger at the butler. "He deliberately damaged the weapon, harboring ulterior motives. I must take him to Dali Temple for a thorough investigation."

Even if General Nangong hadn’t mentioned it, the Shen Family would no longer keep the butler after that incident; the butler’s intention to put Ye Shaohua in mortal danger had been all too clear.

Even Lady Shen was not willing to protect the butler anymore.

Especially since the butler had just destroyed something worth the value of several cities, one could only imagine the regret felt by Lord Shen and Lady Shen on behalf of Ye Shaohua.

Lord Shen and others escorted General Nangong out of the residence.

Only then did they turn to Ye Shaohua with bright eyes, "Excellent, truly excellent! With this, your father can rest peacefully in his grave, knowing that the Ye Family has a worthy successor!"

Lord Shen heavily clapped Ye Shaohua’s shoulder, his eyes slightly moist.

"Why are you patting her on the shoulder? Her hand is still injured!" Lady Shen immediately blocked Lord Shen’s hand.

Lord Shen also realized his oversight and quickly withdrew his hand. "How is it, does your hand hurt?" he asked.

Ye Shaohua smiled and shook her head.

Shen Jiran stood aside, not speaking, but the look of joy was apparent on his face.

The four of them stood together, as close as a family.

Meanwhile, Ye Yanyu could only watch them talk and laugh together. She stood in the corner, her fingers slowly clenching into fists as she observed the four of them.

When Shen Jiran approached, Ye Yanyu tried to speak as usual, but Shen Jiran walked straight past her as if he did not see her.

Ye Yanyu felt a chill in her heart; this was the first time Shen Jiran had treated her this way.

She felt panicked, aggrieved, and an indescribable jealousy.

All that she had worked for over five years, finally drawing the attention of the Shen Family and gaining the trust of Shen Jiran, and securing her footing in the Imperial City, was all undone by Ye Shaohua in a single day.

"Lady, time waits for no one." As Ye Yanyu stood by the door, several soldiers also came out, escorting the butler.

While doing so, the butler slipped a piece of paper to Ye Yanyu.

This scene was unnoticed by everyone except Ye Shaohua.

Ye Shaohua narrowed her eyes at Ye Yanyu.

Ye Yanyu’s heart raced; she gripped the paper tight in her hand. Now, without the butler, and with Shen Jiran’s affection evidently not on her side, Ye Yanyu knew she had to rely on herself.

Once back in her room, she bolted the door before opening the paper from the butler.

It detailed the process of blood exchange.

The more Ye Yanyu read, the more her fingers trembled. These instructions were even more specific than the letter in Shen Jiran’s study.

At last, she abruptly sat down on the stool.

"Lady, the divine healer seeks your audience," a maid knocked at the door just then.

Hearing that it was the divine doctor, Ye Yanyu calmed her spirit for a moment, then pressed the paper under the jewelry box before telling the divine doctor to come in.

The divine doctor’s visit this time was to bid farewell to Ye Yanyu.

He had originally come to exchange Ye Shaohua and Ye Yanyu’s blood and had done so at the behest of Shen Jiran. Now that Shen Jiran no longer intended to go through with the blood exchange, there was no need for the divine doctor to stay any longer.

"Lady Ye, your illness has almost stabilized," the divine doctor bowed to Ye Yanyu, "The Divine Doctor Valley requires my attention, and I must set off back to the valley this afternoon."

"Leaving this afternoon?" Ye Yanyu’s fingers clenched suddenly, "No, divine doctor, could you wait a little longer? Must you leave so urgently?" Her voice was sharp, concerned with her own life.

The elegance she usually displayed was nowhere to be seen. The divine doctor, who was accustomed to Ye Yanyu’s frailty and gentle demeanor, took an involuntary step back upon this sudden change of her expression.

"Lady Ye, you..." the divine doctor was stunned.

Ye Yanyu, remembering the fact she had learned in the study room that she wouldn’t live past eighteen, was even less willing to let the divine doctor go, "Isn’t it the duty of divine doctors to save lives? You clearly know I won’t survive past eighteen, so why won’t you save me?"

"You..." the divine doctor hadn’t expected Ye Yanyu to know about this and hesitantly spoke, "I’m unable to cure your illness..."

"Bullshit you can’t! Isn’t Ye Shaohua’s blood supposed to save me?" Ye Yanyu’s eyes were wide with anger, her sclera tinged with red veins.

The divine doctor was frightened by her behavior and immediately stepped back again.

In the end, he left without even seeing Shen Jiran.

The divine doctor had not expected Ye Yanyu to be such a frantic person.

Only after seeing the divine doctor leave did Ye Yanyu regain her composure. That evening, she personally went to the kitchen to cook.

The maids in the kitchen were perplexed by her presence, but they all thought it was probably because Ye Shaohua was currently in the limelight, and Ye Yanyu was trying to draw the attention of the Shen Family. Nobody suspected anything.

At the dinner table that night, Cheng Yan was present, his focus now entirely on Ye Shaohua. He had made a special trip to the General Residence that afternoon.

That’s when he learned that Ye Shaohua was an undisputed weapon prodigy.

Considering her current condition, the restoration of the Ye Family’s former glory seemed to be just a matter of time, and at this point, Cheng Yan realized what he had missed. Fortunately, it was not too late.

However, he looked at Ye Yanyu, his gaze deepening, knowing the most important thing now was to conceal his previous desire to exchange Ye Shaohua’s blood.

He must not let Ye Shaohua find out.

But only he and Shen Jiran knew of this matter, and Shen Jiran wouldn’t disclose it if he wasn’t foolish.

Ye Shaohua sat beside Lady Shen, and Ye Yanyu had the maids bring up the last dish. Then, smiling at Ye Shaohua, she said, "Sister, allow me to toast to you as an apology for today’s misunderstanding."

Ye Shaohua picked up the wine cup and paused momentarily as she brought it to her nose before drinking it nonchalantly.

With her left hand hidden in her sleeve, she dispersed a packet of powder.

The powder rapidly spread into the air.

The Shen Family had a habit of dining without maidservants’ attendance. Ye Yanyu waved them off impatiently, and after seeing that everyone at the table had drunk the wine, the smile in her eyes grew more pronounced.

A quarter of an hour later, one by one, the people at the table fell unconscious.

Ye Yanyu looked at Ye Shaohua, who sat beside Lady Shen, and quickly took out a knife, hemostatic medicine, gauze.

She also produced a packet wrapped in cowhide the size of a hollow jade needle head and took out the sheep intestine tube contained within.

All these items had been prepared for her by the butler.

Ye Yanyu approached Ye Shaohua and lifted her right hand, making a cut on her wrist.

After seeing the fresh red blood flow out, she carefully inserted the hollow weapon into the wound and attached the sheep intestine tube.

Just as she was about to connect the other end to her own wrist, Ye Shaohua opened her eyes, "Ye Yanyu, are you exchanging my blood?"

Seeing the thorough preparations in Ye Yanyu’s hands, a depth emerged in Ye Shaohua’s eyes.

"That’s right," Ye Yanyu, seeing that Ye Shaohua couldn’t get up, confidently replied to her, "You know I’m sick, don’t you? The divine doctor said only your blood could save me."

"Aren’t you afraid of aunt and the others waking up?" Ye Shaohua glanced at Ye Father and the others, also unconscious.

Ye Yanyu, worried about the blood Ye Shaohua was losing and eager to transfer it to her own arm, said, "Don’t worry, I will give you my blood. I’ve suffered for seventeen years. Now it’s your turn. Don’t mind aunt and the others; they won’t wake up."

While Ye Yanyu was exchanging blood, Shen Father, on the left, was the first to rise, followed by the others who gradually opened their eyes. Lady Shen stared intently at Ye Yanyu and said, "Is that so?"