Special Agent Rebirth: The Omnipotent Goddess of Quick Transmigration Chapter 901: Five Model 891 weapons (5)

Ye Shaohua, now that she was married, belonged to the Wang Residence for the rest of her life. It would help Ye Shaohua if the lord knew about her capabilities.

The wet nurse believed that even if Ye Shaohua could not restore the Ye Family to its forr glory, she would not fare too poorly.

What the Wang Dynasty currently lacked the most was a Divine Weapon.

Back when she was with the lady, the lady had ntioned to the wet nurse that the most intricate weapon among those of the Ye Family was the Linglong Lock, and during the Ye Family’s most prosperous tis, whoever could forge the Linglong Lock would take charge of the Ye Family.

Although Ye Shaohua’s father could forge the Linglong Lock, he was twenty-one years old by the ti he succeeded, while Ye Shaohua was only eighteen now.

If she could forge the Linglong Lock, she would surely be able to create a Divine Weapon within five years.

By then, not to ntion becoming the principal wife, even obtaining the title as a concubine wouldn’t be out of the question.

That’s why the wet nurse wanted to report the good news to the lord at the first opportunity.

"Wet nurse, didn’t you say my uncle is here? I want to show the sword I’ve made to my uncle!" Ye Shaohua interrupted the wet nurse directly.

Cheng Yan, in truth, didn’t care about what exactly Ye Shaohua had done.

In his eyes, all of Ye Shaohua’s movents should be within his control, he was simply becoming impatient and had asked casually.

Hearing Ye Shaohua’s words, he glanced at her without showing much on his face, yet he was shaking his head internally.

The thod of sword forging proposed by Ye Shaohua was indeed better than that of an ordinary craftsman, but for the intended heir of the Ye Family, what she suggested was far too common.

After so many years with Ye Shaohua’s father, there had been no progress, and thinking of this, Cheng Yan naturally harbored contempt for Ye Shaohua.

However, the one truly talented was being tornted by fate.

Thinking this, Cheng Yan’s expression darkened and he turned to leave right away.

He had no interest in whatever the wet nurse had left unsaid.

The group headed straight for the Shen Family.

Cheng Yan rode ahead on horseback, while Ye Shaohua sat in a carriage behind. Going to the Shen Family today, Cheng Yan was not as hard on Ye Shaohua.

After all, the prestige of the grand Wang Residence still had to be maintained.

The wet nurse climbed into the carriage behind Ye Shaohua, "Miss, why didn’t you let finish speaking just now? Don’t you know that if the lord knew you could forge the Linglong Lock, your position in the Wang Residence would improve manyfold!"

Not to ntion that the servants in the Wang Residence wouldn’t give her a hard ti anymore, even the Wang’s wife would afford Ye Shaohua so respect.

Ye Shaohua couldn’t possibly reveal the truth to the wet nurse, she simply shook her head, "Wet nurse, I know what I am doing."

The wet nurse knew that Ye Shaohua’s personality had changed sowhat recently.

Hearing what Ye Shaohua said, she opened her mouth but in the end, said nothing.

Half an hour later, they arrived at the Shen Family.

Shen Jiran’s father and mother had been waiting by the door. Shen Jiran was not there, and Ye Shaohua did not see Ye Yanyu. Of course, Cheng Yan wouldn’t wait for Ye Shaohua. He must have gone inside to look for Shen Jiran.

Shen Jiran’s father was visibly taken aback when he saw Ye Shaohua.

Shen Jiran’s mother’s fingers trembled as she touched Ye Shaohua’s face, "She’s so similar... so very similar... You and Yaoyue are like two peas from the sa pod!"

Shen Yaoyue was the original owner’s birth mother.

"Co in quickly," Shen Jiran’s father’s heart ached when he saw the clothes Ye Shaohua was wearing, "Tell your uncle about how you’ve been these past five years."

Shen Jiran’s father and Shen Yaoyue had also lost their parents early on, and he had built up the family business all by himself. When Shen Yaoyue married off, it was truly a grand occasion with extensive wedding festivities.

Lady Shen married into the Shen Family before they had made their fortunes, and when Father Shen was away on business, the household consisted only of Lady Shen and her dependant, Shen Yaoyue. Lady Shen treated Shen Yaoyue as if she were her own younger sister.

After the death of Father Ye and Shen Yaoyue, Lady Shen fell ill for a month, only beginning to recover after Ye Yanyu arrived.

Seeing Ye Shaohua, who bore a striking resemblance to Shen Yaoyue, both of them were extrely emotional.

"Where is the young master?" The mont Father Shen entered, he ordered soone to find Shen Jiran. "Quickly, have him co out and et his cousin Shaohua!"

"Master, the young master isn’t feeling well and will not be coming out to et guests," the butler replied, bowing his head.

The nurse looked at the butler with surprise.

Ye Shaohua glanced over and recognized the Shen Family’s butler from her mories; this person used to be the butler of the Ye Residence.

It seed that this uncle had likely brought over all the people from the Ye Residence.

"What guest? That’s his cousin!" Father Shen slamd his hand down on the table and stood up.

He wanted to scold further, but upon seeing Ye Shaohua, he swallowed his words and a warm smile surfaced on his face, "Shaohua, let your aunt take you to see Yanyu. Your uncle has so matters to deal with first."

Ye Shaohua knew that her uncle must be handling affairs concerning the Wang Residence.

Given this uncle’s affection for the original owner, he probably wouldn’t want his niece to beco a concubine in the Wang Residence.

Lady Shen didn’t imdiately take Ye Shaohua to see Ye Yanyu; instead, she first brought Ye Shaohua to her own room and had her change into a new brocade dress she had prepared.

However, Ye Shaohua was too thin now; the dress made her look even more delicate, but her spirits seed much improved.

"It seems I got the size right; this was Yaoyue’s size before she got married," Lady Shen said, her eyes reddening once more.

Then she imdiately smiled again and took Ye Shaohua to et Ye Yanyu.

Unexpectedly, the ailing Shen Jiran and Cheng Yan were both there.

Both had a resemblance, with Ye Shaohua being two years older than Ye Yanyu, who was naturally good-looking.

In the past, their mother Shen Yaoyue had acquired the monicker of the beauty that moved the Imperial City, but Ye Yanyu was still slightly inferior to Shen Yaoyue, in terms of both looks and aura.

Ye Shaohua and Shen Yaoyue had a striking resemblance, especially the aura that Ye Shaohua emitted was even more pronounced.

Shen Jiran had a close relationship with his aunt, so when he saw Ye Shaohua, he was montarily stunned, but it was just for a mont before he quickly regained his composure.

Ye Shaohua had been traveling with Father Ye since she was young and didn’t have as deep a connection with Ye Yanyu as sisters who were closer in relationship might have had.

Ye Yanyu was extrely surprised to see Ye Shaohua, "Sister? Where have you been these years?"

She clasped hands with Ye Shaohua and chatted animatedly with her.

Seeing the deep bond between the sisters, Lady Shen was very pleased. She gave them ti to reconnect and then gave Shen Jiran a cold look, signaling him to follow her.

As soon as she touched Ye Yanyu’s hand, Ye Shaohua knew that the foundation of Ye Yanyu’s health was ruined, and it would be difficult to cure with the dical skills of the ti.

But Ye Shaohua had a thod, albeit a more complicated one.

She had a plan in mind.

"Lady Cousin, Old Ye wants you in the front hall," the butler said softly from outside.

After thanking him, Ye Shaohua went out.

Halfway there, she rembered the sandalwood in Ye Yanyu’s room. The sandalwood itself wasn’t a problem, but given Ye Yanyu’s existing illness, it was having a significant impact on her.

Pausing at the gate, she stopped.

"Lady Cousin appears to be very approachable," the butler’s voice slowly rose. "However, you should also avoid getting too involved with her. She’s been outside for five years and has calluses on her hands. Who knows what she’s been doing all these years—just rember, you must curry favor with the master, the lady, and the young master."