Special Agent Rebirth: The Omnipotent Goddess of Quick Transmigration novel Chapter 513

Chapter 513: Mysterious Young Lady No. 506 (1) One More Update

This time, traveling through time, there was no great discomfort.

Ye Shaohua regained her senses in a few seconds, lowered her gaze, and saw a piece of embroidery in her hand, depicting a... butterfly?

Even Ye Shaohua, with her extensive knowledge, couldn’t make out exactly what she had embroidered, managing only a rough guess based on its outline.

After guessing, she felt somewhat... at a loss for words.

The mature woman beside her, upon hearing the man’s stern words, seemed as though she was about to burst into tears, "Third Great-Uncle... Third Great-Uncle, please speak up for Shaohua..."

An elderly man, his hair touched by the frost of age, slightly shook his head upon hearing this, "Not to mention the Hundred Butterflies Amidst Flowers pattern, just now Lady Qingqing was able to name all fifteen colors within three breaths, while Shaohua could only identify ten. She indeed lacks talent in this respect, don’t force her anymore."

After the old man’s words, Ye Shaohua clearly saw the woman’s figure sway as if she was about to collapse.

It was not the right time to engage with the plot; Ye Shaohua held the embroidery in one hand and reached out to support the woman with the other.

"Pack up and move out of the Warm Pavilion." Seeing that the predictable drama had come to an end, the middle-aged man finally spoke his last words, "Let this farce end here."

As he spoke, Ye Shaohua glanced at him and naturally noticed the very unfamiliar look in his eyes.

This confused Ye Shaohua greatly; logically, she should be this middle-aged man’s daughter...

"But Master, Shaohua has always been frail, and now with the bitter winter, could you perhaps allow her to stay a few more days, at least until after the cold season..." The woman seemed to want to say more.

The middle-aged man gave her a cold look, "Doctor Hui once said that Qingqing, having been sickly from early on, must reside in the Warm Pavilion during the harsh winter. I will have someone watch you, you have one hour to move out of here."

"But..." The woman still wanted to argue.

Ye Shaohua sighed softly, supported her, and said in a low voice, "Mother, let’s move."

The woman seemed stunned by her compromise today

Without paying further attention to the mother and daughter, the middle-aged man turned to leave, "Qingqing, let’s go to the hall first. This morning, the owner of the Embroidery Workshop in Jiangling brought embroidery from the Hu people. I’ll take you to see it." _{freeweɓnøvel.com}

He addressed the fifteen-year-old girl next to Ye Shaohua.

His demeanor when speaking to Ye Qingqing was glaringly different from when he spoke to Shaohua; his face bore a clear smile and his tone was much gentler.

Ye Shaohua saw that the young girl, before turning to leave, slowly formed a smile directed at her.

But seeing that Ye Shaohua had no reaction, she seemed somewhat disinterested.

Those who seemed to be the butler and maids, upon seeing Ye Qingqing preparing to leave, hurriedly followed after her, fanning her, bustling about to find an umbrella, showing both respect and sycophancy in their demeanor.

Seeing the middle-aged man’s heartless demeanor, Ye’s mother wiped away tears, then entered the house, sobbing while she packed.

Not far away, a servant waited for the mother and daughter to finish packing.

With no one around, Ye Shaohua took the opportunity to survey her surroundings.

Seeing an embroidery hoop a few meters away, Shaohua’s mind was blank on the subject of embroidery; she only saw threads arranged in rows by hue, from light to dark, sorted into fifteen bundles.

It must have been the work of Ye Qingqing just then.