Special Agent Rebirth: The Omnipotent Goddess of Quick Transmigration Chapter 905: Weapon 895 (9) second update

Shen Jiran naturally knew so of the truth about certain matters, having grown so familiar with Cheng Yan.

From Cheng Yan’s lips, Shen Jiran had also learned that Ye Shaohua was very scheming. He wanted to discuss with his parents how Ye Shaohua had used tricks to get into the Wang Residence.

However, before he could utter a word, he was interrupted by Madam Shen, "Do I not know Shaohua’s character? On the surface, she seems much like your aunt, but in reality, she’s just like her father. Jiran, I hope you won’t be prejudiced against Shaohua because of Yanyu. Tomorrow, take a servant and a maid with you and accompany Shaohua."

After saying this, she waved her hand, dismissing Shen Jiran without giving him a chance to argue.

Thinking about having to accompany Ye Shaohua out tomorrow made Shen Jiran feel extrely uncomfortable.

Going to the mountains was indeed dangerous. His uncle and aunt had been killed there, so... if Ye Shaohua were to die in the mountains, surely no one would suspect anything, right?

A leap went through Shen Jiran’s heart.

On his return to the study room, he, as usual, went to see Ye Yanyu, whose maid was assisting her with her dicine, leaving a bitter taste in the air.

Ye Yanyu’s eyebrows were deeply furrowed as she drank.

Shen Jiran handed her a piece of candied fruit and then asked the maid in attendance about Ye Yanyu’s condition. The maid replied that her condition had worsened again.

This silenced Shen Jiran for a mont before he fird his resolve.

After returning to the study room, he reread the letter from the divine doctor and then stealthily left for the Wang Residence to discuss the matter with Cheng Yan.

After he left, Ye Yanyu took a bowl of Poisonous Insect soup for him to drink.

But she could not find him there.

"Strange," Ye Yanyu shook her head. Since Shen Jiran was not present, she could only leave first.

When she turned around, she happened to notice a piece of paper on the table. Normally she wouldn’t pry into Shen Jiran’s belongings, but her eyes quickly caught her na on the paper.

Driven by curiosity, she couldn’t help but take a look.

After one glance, she was completely stunned.

It took a long while for her to recover.

Then, she carefully put the paper back exactly as it was on the table, pretending as though she had never been there.

Yet, on her way back, her mind was clearly troubled.

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The next morning, Shen Jiran, dressed in a youthful long robe, stopped to see Ye Yanyu before leaving, "Yanyu, the divine doctor will be back this afternoon and will be directly arranged in your courtyard. You must listen to the divine doctor’s advice."

Ye Yanyu’s fingers tightened, "The divine... Why has the divine doctor co back three months early?"

"Your illness has been acting up frequently lately, and I’m worried about your health."

"Then I thank you, dear cousin, for your concern." Ye Yanyu seed to think of sothing, paused for a bit, and then nodded her head.

Hearing this, Shen Jiran smiled, "Thanks for what? You are my cousin."

Ye Shaohua was going out, and initially, she assud that Cheng Yan would not relent, as he was surveilling her. Ye Shaohua had even prepared several plans in case he would not relent; she would naturally cause so trouble for him.

Unexpectedly, he had given in, which made Ye Shaohua feel sowhat surprised.

"Presumably, it’s because you dismantled the chanism yesterday, which made His Lordship regard you with new respect," the nursemaid comnted cheerfully.

However, Ye Shaohua was not so naive.

Cheng Yan must have known that I had already managed to create a Divine Weapon, otherwise, he wouldn’t treat with such an attitude. True, dismantling the chanism yesterday was impressive, but compared to Ye Yanyu’s five years of affection and her talents, my dismantling a chanism might have rely surprised him for a mont.

After all, he doesn’t deal with these things and doesn’t realize what such a chanism truly ans in this field.

Seeing Cheng Yan again readying a carriage and preparing cakes, Ye Shaohua suddenly recalled a point she had been overlooking all along.

Ye Yanyu’s illness!

Upon this thought, Ye Shaohua couldn’t help but smile coldly. However, she said nothing.

The ore she had found was, after all, sowhat more important.

Shen Jiran was waiting outside the city gate on horseback.

The group traveled for half a day, finally stopping in a direction west of the city gate.

Including the maids and servants, there were nine people in the party.

At lunchti, the wet nurse prepared a al box brought from the Wang Residence and called Shen Jiran to co eat.

Shen Jiran shook his head, "No need, you go ahead, I’m not hungry."

Throughout the journey, he had kept his distance from Ye Shaohua and barely spoken to her, clearly wary of Ye Shaohua becoming too attached.

Naturally, Ye Shaohua wasn’t about to shalessly cozy up to soone uninterested, nor would she initiate a conversation with him.

During the al, she just played with a twig on the ground, writing out chemical formulas.

After finishing, she wiped it smooth. The maid by her side, arranged by the Shen Residence’s butler, glanced out of the corner of her eye at what Ye Shaohua was writing.

Upon seeing the strange numbers, she thought to herself that the forr Young Lady of the Ye Family had beco illiterate after wandering outside for five years.

But as a re maid, she naturally said nothing, only silently criticizing in her mind.

After a brief rest, the party set out to climb the mountain, leaving only the coachman at the foot of the mountain to watch over the carriage.

This particular mountain was chosen by Ye Shaohua after buying a hand-drawn map from the locals, for it contained the things she needed.

Once up the mountain, she identified the direction and headed towards a specific spot, with the wet nurse promptly following behind her.

The mountain was quite high and thick with underbrush, and the path Ye Shaohua took was difficult to traverse since there was no temple on the mountain, hence no established path.

There was only a faint trail made by hunters and herbalists who ca to collect herbs on the mountain.

The mountain path was difficult; even the family guards were sowhat unsteady. As Ye Shaohua led the way at the front, not a trace of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Shen Jiran, bringing up the rear, observed this scene and couldn’t help but feel a bit surprised.

As the group continued on, suddenly a maid walking in the middle let out a scream of pain.

Ye Shaohua imdiately stopped and rushed over to see. Shen Jiran also stopped, squatting down to examine the maid’s rapidly blackening ankle and frowning, "She’s been bitten by a snake, a venomous one, we need to go back to the city."

"We’re not going back." It was not easy to make the trip here and Ye Shaohua naturally would not return.

Her gaze swept the area.

Noticing several of the herbs she needed, she walked over to pluck them.

"Not going back?" Shen Jiran, visibly impatient, grabbed her wrist, "The maid’s life ans nothing to you? Then you go up the mountain by yourself, I’ll take them and leave!"