Special Agent Rebirth: The Omnipotent Goddess of Quick Transmigration
Chapter 985 - 973 Cannon Fodder Male Supporting Character (7) Second Update

Chapter 985: 973 Cannon Fodder Male Supporting Character (7) Second Update

When Ning Zhao had returned to the capital, he had already discussed Su Junling’s situation with the Prime Minister.

Since the death of Father Ye, the Prime Minister had looked down on the barbaric Ye Family from the outskirts.

Furthermore, with Ning Zhao’s close association with Su Junling, he had devised a plan to marry Ye Shaohua to the Song Family.

However, Father Ye had also made great efforts to help him in his lifetime. Thus, he took in the grandson from the second branch of the Song Family as his disciple, intending to keep an eye on the Song Family in the future, which was the only thing he could do for Father Ye.

The current state of the Song Family was not what the Prime Minister had originally intended.

There were some matters which he needed to personally understand from the Song Family, but he rarely shared such governmental affairs with Ning Zhao.

As for Ning Zhao, his impression of Ye Shaohua was not deep to begin with. After meeting Su Junling, he couldn’t even recall what Ye Shaohua looked like.

Hearing that the Prime Minister intended to take him to the Song Family, he immediately shook his head, "Father, I need to go to the Fengya Building tomorrow."

He had absolutely no interest in meeting Ye Shaohua.

She was just like any ordinary woman, nothing worth discussing.

Tomorrow, he would finally have a rare day off. He planned to go to the Fengya Building to see Su Junling.

Behind the Fengya Building was the Third Prince. Hearing Ning Zhao’s words, the Prime Minister realized Ning Zhao’s visit to the Song Family would be of no use—there was nobody in the Song Family worth negotiating with. Indeed, it was better for him to go to the Fengya Building with his time.

Thus, the Prime Minister did not insist on Ning Zhao joining him, and instead found someone to send a visiting card to the Song Family, indicating he would visit the next day.

Turning to the Song Family side, Old Master Song was so enraged that he struggled to breathe, nearly fainting.

Fortunately, Ye Shaohua helped press on his chest and secretly dissipated the pent-up energy in his body, preventing Old Master Song from fainting.

Old Master Song did not expect that when he came back around, his birth mother and little brother had both left the Song Family.

The only one who remained was the daughter-in-law who had been strongly against the Song Family from the very start.

In truth, Old Master Song had harbored great resentment against Ye Shaohua. However, now it seemed he had come to terms with it.

He was a follower of Buddhism. Everything is predestined. Song Shuyun’s fate was doomed to have such a calamity; even if there hadn’t been Ye Shaohua, he might have encountered other problems.

Besides, in the end, this matter had little to do with Ye Shaohua.

Originally, Ye Shaohua had been deceived into marrying into their household.

Especially now, seeing Ye Shaohua so busy, the little resentment left in his heart dissipated.

He struggled to deal with business matters. Watching him slog through the account books at a snail’s pace, Ye Shaohua couldn’t help but speak up, "I’ll check these for you. Whatever you want to know, I’ll report back to you after I’m done."

"These are the account books, all about arithmetic, which gives me a headache to look at." Now the Song Family was riddled with holes; apart from debts, there was nothing left worth worrying about.

Old Master Song did not doubt Ye Shaohua’s offer to help check the account books.

Still, he handed them over to Ye Shaohua.

Ye Shaohua took them and started flipping through.

She was quick to read.

In the time it took to finish a cup of tea, she had flipped through two ledgers on the table.

She then recited the information she had structured in her mind to Old Master Song, "The silk shops in Eastern City have a fraudulent account totaling one thousand two hundred and thirty-two taels, spread across the seventh, nineteenth, and thirty-first pages..."

She dissected parts of the content from the two ledgers for the old master to hear.

Not only that, she also gave some suggestions.

"The cuisine and decorations of the ’Number One Building’ are too simple. Food is of primary importance to the people. Tonight, I’ll write a detailed plan for you to have the manager study it tomorrow..." Previously, the ’Number One Building’ belonged to the Ye Family. However, after Father Ye’s death, it was neglected.

Eventually, it was included in Ye Shaohua’s dowry. While discussing this, a stream of information burst forth from Ye Shaohua’s mind.

However, she was unaware that Old Master Song and the Butler were staring at her, dumbfounded.

Ye Shaohua had gone out to inquire and had even given money to beggars and ruffians to help her collect information on major incidents happening around the area.

She had also planned to mention it to Old Master Song, then analyze the current situation, pinpointing those who genuinely sought to bring down the Song Family, especially the Third Prince.

Seeing the expressions on their faces now, she swallowed her subsequent words.

Ye Shaohua directly went to Song Shuyun’s courtyard and fed him the prepared Medicine Pill.

"Big Young Madam, the young master can’t just eat anything," the wet nurse said, not blocking Ye Shaohua this time by Old Master Song’s orders. Her tone was respectful and faultless in her deference.

But her actions and gaze were filled with coldness and hostility.

Ye Shaohua couldn’t care less about how others viewed her. She checked Song Shuyun’s pulse and compared it with what she had observed with her Spiritual Power. It was nearly the same.

After feeding the Medicine Pill, Ye Shaohua called a young servant to keep a close eye on Song Shuyun’s condition and then left.

As soon as Ye Shaohua departed, the wet nurse had the door of the courtyard slammed shut with a loud "bang."

Naturally, nobody saw Song Shuyun’s fingers twitch on the bed.

No one attended Ye Shaohua’s courtyard; Old Master Song’s offer to send two maids over had been declined by her.

After dinner, she took out paper and an ink brush and began writing.

The handwriting on the paper was different from what she had written in Old Master Song’s study before; it was bold and free cursive script.

Ye Shaohua was different from the original owner. Through a series of events, she had uncovered the reason for the original owner’s marriage to the Song Family and recognized that the Third Prince was currently targeting them. She was no saint.

Others had laid out so many traps for her, and naturally, she had to lay some in return.

At present, the Third Prince had many capable people under his command, shining brightly at court, clearly the candidate most likely to become the Crown Prince, overshadowing the other princes significantly.

Those who had not sided with anyone before, such as the Prime Minister, had already aligned themselves with the Third Prince.

What if, at this time, someone with political achievements far more impressive than those of the Third Prince emerged?

Ye Shaohua held the brush, aware that the eldest prince was currently dealing with financial matters in Ping County.

After pondering for a while, she started writing her analysis of the current political landscape.

She wrote down everything about court politics and the state of the world, then analyzed the possible future developments, as well as the pros and cons of Ping County, interweaving many of her personal opinions.

If there were outsiders present, they would certainly discover that Ye Shaohua, who was rumored to have failed to gain entry into the Wenya Academy, wielded an excellent calligraphy brush.