Special Agent’s Rebirth: The Almighty Goddess of Quick Transmigration - Chapter 189

“Then this child of yours must be so adorable. How old is she? Over 200 months, I suppose?” Ye Shaohua curled her lips into a cold smile. “Funny, I’m about the same age—also around 200 months. So why can’t I hold her accountable? Ye Junwen, don’t look at me like that. My mother and I owe you nothing. Do you really think you and your mother, a pair of pitiful orphans, could’ve gotten school funding on your own? Or that Ye En could’ve kept his affair with your mother under wraps without consequences? If not for my mother’s mercy, you’d have been banished from Mo Xing long ago. With an S-grade spiritual power that couldn’t even be detected, you wouldn’t have the right to step foot here, let alone stand here gloating. Get out!”

After Ye Shaohua’s words, Ye En stood frozen, his expression dazed and utterly lost.

The butler had already begun ushering out the guests.

Ye Junwen had come today to flaunt her newfound status—to make Ye Shaohua and the entire royal family see she was no longer the same Ye Junwen. She wanted to see shock on Ye Shaohua’s face, regret in Lü Xiang’s eyes. She’d even imagined the Ye family begging her to stay, desperate to leverage her against the An family’s influence. After all, wasn’t that why they’d married Ye Shaohua to An Tingyun in the first place?

But instead of admiration, she’d been humiliated by Ye Shaohu and thrown out like trash.

“You’ll regret this!” Ye Junwen glared venomously at Ye Shaohua. At least she hadn’t told Ye En she was already a fourth-level mecha pilot—otherwise, she’d never have seen Ye Shaohua’s true, disgusting colors.

Fine. Once she rose to fame, she’d make sure the Ye family groveled at her feet.

“Prince Allen, would you care to stay for dinner?” The butler, Lü Xiang’s longtime attendant, recognized the prince, who’d once been close to the young miss. “The lady is also here…”

Unaware of Ye Shaohua and Allen’s earlier confrontation, the butler still believed Ye Shaohua would inevitably divorce An Tingyun. Compared to the cold, distant general, Prince Allen seemed far more reliable.

“No need.” Allen waved him off. He turned to leave but paused, glancing back at Ye Shaohua.

With a diplomatic smile, he said to the butler, “There’s an old saying: Leave room for reconciliation, for you may meet again. Don’t you agree?”

Without waiting for a reply, he strode away.

No one understood Ye Junwen better than Allen. She was shrewd, if a bit impulsive—but that fiery ambition was precisely why he favored her. Her relentless drive to prove herself, born from years of hardship, made her a force to be reckoned with.

With her S-grade spiritual power, his backing, and her sheer determination, she could easily reach the pinnacle of Mo Xing—perhaps even rival An Tingyun one day.

The Lehman family had already seen her potential, adopting her as a nominal daughter.

By then, Ye Shaohua and Lü Xiang would pay dearly for today’s arrogance.

As Allen walked away, his mind lingered on the fleeting glimpse of a mecha—Jimmy—materializing earlier. He hadn’t imagined it. But… only a third of it had appeared?

Impossible.

He signaled his aide. “Send someone to check on Ye Junwen.”

Allen knew she was badly hurt, despite her stoic façade.

“Your Highness, Miss Shaohua is… ruthless,” the aide muttered, shaken.

Allen didn’t comment. But as he neared his aircraft, the atmosphere shifted abruptly.

He turned—and his eyes darkened.

A silver-white aircraft loomed at the Ye estate’s entrance. Sleek, predatory, its streamlined design radiated lethal precision, glinting coldly under the sun.

This was no ordinary vehicle.

It was the mecha of General An Tingyun—Mo Xing’s most feared warrior, the only pilot capable of commanding a sixth-level mecha.

Unlike standard aircraft, An Tingyun’s transformed freely, a privilege of its advanced tier.

Word had spread. The skies above the Ye residence swarmed with onlookers, all keeping a cautious 20-meter distance—no one dared encroach further. Even the Ye family guards had slipped out, desperate for a glimpse of the legend.

“General An! General An! Look here—AHHH! GENERAL AN!”

Lehman, who’d just exited, froze at the sight.

She’d only come today to witness Ye Shaohua’s downfall. Since childhood, Ye Shaohua had been the golden girl, the one she could never surpass. And just when she thought it couldn’t get worse, Ye Shaohua had married the man she could never have.

But Lehman took solace in one truth: Ye Shaohua’s marriage was a sham. An Tingyun despised her. Rumors even said she’d recently been arrested, infuriating Madam An.

Soon, she’d be divorced and disgraced.

Ye Junwen wiped blood from her lip, watching Lehman. “Sister Lehman, aren’t you leaving?”

Though now a noble, Ye Junwen had never seen An Tingyun in person—only heard the legends.

Lehman’s gaze clung greedily to the mecha. “That’s General An’s aircraft. The man Ye Shaohua married.” Her voice dripped with spite. “She may have lucked out, but it won’t last. Their divorce is inevitable.”

What comforted Lehman most was this: Ye Shaohua might’ve gotten the man she couldn’t, but she’d lost him all the same.