Special Agent’s Rebirth: The Almighty Goddess of Quick Transmigration - Chapter 182

When An Tingyun registered his marriage with Ye Shaohua, he was in the middle of commanding a mech battle.

He hadn’t expected to step out of his combat armor only to receive this news.

Divorce was impossible for now, but An Tingyun had never once gotten close to Ye Shaohua. Though they had been married in name for a month, their relationship was icy at best.

“Why didn’t Madam Ye come in?” After Ye Shaohua left, Madam An turned to the AI butler.

She had heard Lü Xiang went to pick Ye Shaohua up.

The robotic steward replied in its electronic voice, “Ye Junwei ranked first in the mech department’s entrance exams.”

This “first” was no small feat. With proper training, she could eventually pilot an A-grade mech—a position equivalent to a high-ranking officer.

Given Ye Junwei’s status as an illegitimate child, many had looked down on her when the news broke. Yet against all odds, she had risen from obscurity, passing the mech department’s rigorous exams as a commoner.

“The Ye family and the royal court must be sweating now,” An’s father remarked, shaking his head.

Had Ye Junwei been an ordinary person, the state would have nurtured her as a key asset—just like his son. But with her strained relations with the royal family, her future was uncertain.

One thing was clear: Ye Junwei had become a threat to the Ye family. No wonder Madam Ye had rushed back in such a hurry.

If those fractures weren’t mended… Tch.

If Ye Junwei failed to grow stronger, fine. But if given the chance to flourish, the king might just gain another formidable enemy.

“Imagine if Ye Junwei were the Ye family’s legitimate heir…” Madam An’s thoughts spiraled, each one making her feel more cheated. “The Lü clan has always been arrogant. I’ll find a chance to remind someone not to point fingers and curse at Ye Junwei anymore.”

Had Ye Shaohua still been a Ye, it wouldn’t matter. But now she was an An. Madam An didn’t want her blunt tongue making unnecessary enemies.

Meanwhile, at Mo Planet’s Mech Training Grounds

“Detained?” The man who had just leapt off his mech after an intense fusion training session arched a brow. “She really knows how to stir trouble.”

For the first time, a trace of mockery flickered across his typically unreadable face.

Yet even so, the slight lift of his eyebrows was mesmerizing.

“When you stand at the pinnacle,” An Tingshuang patted his younger brother’s shoulder sympathetically, “no one will dare obstruct you again. These petty antics of hers only make her look pathetic. By the way, did you see the Ye family’s illegitimate daughter today?”

An Tingyun lit a cigarette and answered indifferently, “No.”

“Living under a rock, are you?” An Tingshuang clicked his tongue. “An S-grade psychic—and she grew up on a wasteland planet, without access to nutrient pods or enhancement serums. Reaching this level is nothing short of a miracle. With a bit of training, she’ll become another pillar of our planet. She’s every bit as capable as the others…”

An Tingyun listened half-heartedly. Due to his marriage into the Ye family, he was aware of their messy affairs.

Still, his brother’s praise for Ye Junwei was unusually high.

At that thought, his eyes narrowed slightly.

“I’m heading home. Handle things here.” An Tingyun stubbed out his cigarette.

No more waiting. Time to settle this.

…

An Tingyun rarely returned to the An residence, usually staying at the training grounds. His sudden arrival caught his parents off guard. Without notifying them via the house AI, he knocked on Ye Shaohua’s door.

Doors were automated—a single command from Ye Shaohua would open it.

This was An Tingyun’s first time entering his nominal wife’s room. The opulent decor immediately grated on him. Pressing long fingers to his temple, he suppressed a sigh.

“I know what the king and the Ye family are scheming. I also know you dislike the An family.” Though he didn’t see Ye Shaohua—only her personal service robot—he knew she could hear him. “One year. In one year, I’ll prove the An family’s loyalty to the king. You’ll stay no longer than that. Afterward, we divorce amicably.”

Ye Shaohua emerged from the bathroom, towel-drying her hair, her robe tightly wrapped.

“Deal.” Her response was almost eager.

She motioned for the robot to hand her the freshly printed contract. Setting the towel aside, she signed without hesitation.

Her decisiveness impressed An Tingyun. He took the document and signed in the traditional way, with a pen. As he glanced up to return it, his grip on the pen faltered.

Ye Shaohua’s robe ended at her knees, revealing damp, porcelain skin. Water droplets trailed down her calves, glistening. Her legs looked so delicate he imagined they’d snap under the slightest pressure.

“Still here?” Her cool voice snapped him back.

An Tingyun stepped out but didn’t leave immediately. Leaning against the corridor wall opposite her door, he lit another cigarette and exhaled slowly, brows furrowed in uncharacteristic confusion.

This wasn’t his first time seeing Ye Shaohua. So why did she feel different now?

Am I losing it?

The Next Day, Imperial Academy

Ye Shaohua arrived at the academy as usual. Given her physique and psychic grade, she could’ve had a promising future in the mech piloting department. But female mech pilots were rare, so the original host had opted for the less demanding mech architecture program.

Though enrolled, the original host had barely attended classes, treating it as a formality to secure a diploma. The professors turned a blind eye, letting her slide.

In this interstellar world, beyond mech pilots, there were mech architects—even rarer and more revered.

No matter how powerful you were, without a mech, you were just an ordinary person.

While mech pilots were plentiful, mechs themselves were scarce—especially those above Grade 5. Only three high-tier mechs existed, and battles with the Zerg whittled that number down annually.

Building a mech was grueling. Every component, down to the operating system, required immense computational effort.

Mech architects were freaks of nature—their minds worked on a level even optical computers couldn’t match. The original host had felt like an idiot in comparison, avoiding the department altogether.

Standing before the mech architecture hall now, Ye Shaohua chuckled softly.

This world was made for me.