Special Agent Rebirth: The Omnipotent Goddess of Quick Transmigration novel Chapter 913

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. _{frёewebnoѵēl.com}

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.