Special Agent Rebirth: The Omnipotent Goddess of Quick Transmigration-Chapter 24 - 023 Prime Minister Residences Number One Talented

Chapter 24: 023 Prime Minister Residence’s Number One Talented Lady (5)

Chapter 24: 023 Prime Minister Residence’s Number One Talented Lady (5)

Indeed, hearing that the Prime Minister intended to recruit him as a secretary, Fang Tuo lowered his gaze, his voice stiff and distant—he had always detested such arrangements.

Moreover, his heart already belonged to another: “I appreciate the Minister’s consideration, but I have no immediate intention of marrying,” he said.

Prime Minister Ye admired Fang Tuo, finding this young man to be a promising talent with both good looks and character.

It was just that he was too poor.

His daughter had always been pampered at home, and he didn’t really wish for her to marry Fang Tuo and live a life of poverty. His face showed no change in expression upon hearing this; he simply nodded slightly, “It is proper for a man to have such thoughts.”

Behind the screen, Lady Ye’s expression was somewhat unpleasant, but in the end, she said nothing.

She merely waved her hand, signaling Shaohua to leave first.

Upon hearing of her return, Ye Huaijin had also taken the trouble to hurry back early from the Ministry of Works.

“Why so early?” Leaning against the corridor, Shaohua was somewhat surprised to see Ye Huaijin moving about with such ease.

Her heart sank slightly. It seemed that the Ye Residence had not fared well in recent years. That Bai Zhenzhen must have made her moves in secret.

“Let’s go inside and talk.” Ye Huaijin looked Shaohua up and down, seeing how she had become even more attractive over the past three years, before he let out a sigh of relief.

On the way to the study room, they encountered Fang Tuo. Ye Huaijin merely gave him a slight nod, showing no intention of further conversation.

In contrast, Fang Tuo paused in his steps upon seeing the dazzling Shaohua. He waited until she passed by him without a sideways glance, not even deigning to look at him directly.

Before this, Fang Tuo had wondered what kind of charm the Shaohua, whose name had once shaken the Imperial City, truly possessed. Only upon meeting her did he realize her elegance was something difficult to capture with just a few strokes of the brush.

Fang Tuo glanced at her once, then turned his gaze away. Compared to Shaohua’s stunning beauty, he preferred Bai Zhenzhen’s unworldly demeanor. Accustomed to seeing Bai Zhenzhen’s ethereal figure in white, the riot of colors almost made his heart leap out of his chest.

But then he remembered she was Shaohua, and he quickly calmed down.

“So our family has been forgotten by the emperor and the Third Prince?” Shaohua said, as she and her brother entered the study room where Prime Minister Ye and his wife were conversing.

Prime Minister Ye nodded slightly, “The Third Prince is probably seeking a marital alliance with the Bai Family.”

Upon hearing this, Ye Huaijin instinctively glanced at Shaohua, remembering her close relationship with the Third Prince three years ago.

Only when he saw no change in Shaohua’s expression did he allow himself to relax a little.

He pulled out a paper from his robe, “Father, take a look at this.”

“What is this?” The Prime Minister looked at it for a long while.

“A new weapon in possession of the Third Prince, fully formed and of tremendous power,” Ye Huaijin pondered for a moment, “Father, you’ve been disengaged from politics these past two years, and now it’s time to take a stand.”

Ye Huaijin had sent a sketch of this bizarre gun to Shaohua.

In recent years, the Bai Family, in alliance with the Third Prince, had nearly stripped the Prime Minister Residence of all its real power. Bai Zhenzhen had made many suggestions to the emperor, even proposing the establishment of a cabinet, which greatly curtailed the Prime Minister’s authority and gradually left him powerless.

Especially due to the immense power of this gun, the emperor harbored dreams of unifying the world once more. With such a weapon, the effort would be halved, hence his high estimation of it.

Shaohua ignored their conversation. Her thoughts were on the original story, which had unfolded almost exactly as it was now.

Latterly, with the production of the musket nearly at its final step, Ye Huaijin was framed for stealing the musket production drawings and imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison by the emperor.

Then, Bai Zhenzhen confessed to the Third Prince that she was the one who had drawn the musket designs, astonishing him greatly. Upon learning that Bai Zhenzhen was also Lady Ye, the Prince went through countless hardships to win over her heart and eventually ascended the throne with her vast wealth.

Bai Zhenzhen believed that Shaohua had only the Ye Family as her support; without them, Shaohua was nothing but a clown.

Indeed, three days later, news arrived that Ye Huaijin had been locked in the Heavenly Prison, throwing the Ye family into uproar; their mother fainted on the spot.

Shaohua felt her mother’s pulse; in the past three years, she had read many books in Master Jizi’s valley, including medical texts.

She might not be skilled herself, but her photographic memory allowed her to recall the contents.

“A sudden fit of rage has affected mother’s health—she needs acupuncture, which I am unable to perform,” Shaohua ordered calmly and methodically, “Mo Hen, take father’s note and find the Imperial Physician. Butler, go and bring father back.”

A mere teatime later, Mo Hen returned first, seething with anger, “Miss, the Imperial Hospital has no one to spare.”

Shaohua pursed her lips, her face darkening—this was not a matter of being too busy, it clearly indicated a reluctance to become involved with the fallen Ye Family.

People in the Imperial City, each more cunning and opportunistic than the next.

“What now?” With the lady of the house incapacitated, Ye Huaijin in prison, and the lord of the house away, everything depended on Shaohua’s decisions.

“It’s alright.” Shaohua spread out a piece of paper, writing a single sentence before standing by the window.

Within a few breaths, a white homing pigeon landed on her shoulder. She tied the note to its leg, watching its fading silhouette before turning around.

Mo Hen had never seen their miss’s face so cold.

Meanwhile, Prime Minister Ye and the butler were at the Third Prince’s residence.

After a long wait, only a guard came out, “Prime Minister Ye, I’m sorry, but our Third Prince is currently meeting with an important guest and has no time for you. Please leave.”

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Upon hearing this, the butler slumped, “Prime Minister… has the Third Prince… forsaken the young master? How could he be so heartless?”

Three years ago, they had sided with the Third Prince, but in the past few years, due to the Bai Family, a rift had developed between them.

After a long pause, Prime Minister Ye turned to leave, “A man must look after himself or be obliterated. Our Ye Family is no longer of use to him, and we’ve become inconvenient to associate with, so naturally, the Third Prince will not risk offending the emperor to help us.”

At that moment, the Third Prince was at the Fengya Tower. Opposite him, Bai Zhenzhen, hearing the words of the Third Prince’s servant, looked up and asked, “Is the Third Prince really not going to involve himself with the Ye Family’s situation?”

“Right now, what’s most important is finding the gentleman who designed the musket for me. My father values this matter highly. Since Ye Huaijin has committed such an act of great disloyalty, there’s nothing I can do to save him,” the Third Prince said casually.

Given that the Prime Minister Residence had already lost its influence and was now embroiled in this scandal, there was no chance of regaining its status. There was no need to attempt a rescue.

Bai Zhenzhen, reassured by his words, gently lifted her teacup, concealing the sneer in her eyes.