Special Agent’s Rebirth: The Almighty Goddess of Quick Transmigration - Chapter 206

In Yu Wenzhe’s mind, Ye Shaohua was destined to die—otherwise, the cancerous influence of the General’s Manor could never be eradicated.

This was also the conclusion Yu Wenjing and his trusted advisors had reached.

Qu Huashang was kind-hearted by nature. If she grew attached to Ye Shaohua, her grief over the latter’s death would only complicate matters.

Yu Wenzhe lowered his gaze, resolved not to allow anything that might harm Qu Huashang.

“I’ll handle this matter,” he said. At this, Yu Wenjing glanced at his younger brother. He was well aware of Yu Wenzhe’s feelings. Back when Qu Huashang had forced a renowned scholar to apologize with her “Seven-Step Poem,” she had captured the attention of every noble scion in the capital.

That his younger brother harbored such feelings was no surprise. In fact, Yu Wenjing took some pride in having secured her as his empress despite so many suitors.

The two continued their discussion as they walked toward the imperial study.

Yu Wenzhe hadn’t come to the palace just for Ye Shaohua.

“The crown prince of the vassal state will arrive in a few days,” Yu Wenzhe said. “His timing—right after you’ve taken the throne—reeks of ill intent. The Imperial Guards are prepared. Do you have any further orders, Brother?”

Though the vassal state claimed this was a courtesy visit to the new emperor, Yu Wenjing knew they were probing for weakness.

If he showed even the slightest vulnerability, their armies would soon march while the dynasty was still recovering. But this was also an opportunity to showcase the court’s prosperity.

Yu Wenjing took it seriously.

As they spoke, a eunuch announced Lai Fu’s arrival.

Normally, Yu Wenjing would have dismissed the interruption—he had explicitly ordered no disturbances. But Lai Fu was Empress Qu’s favored attendant.

The eunuch, knowing how much the emperor doted on his empress, didn’t dare delay and immediately relayed the message.

Under ordinary circumstances, Yu Wenjing wouldn’t have minded. But after Ye Shaohua’s earlier words, he wondered if he had granted Qu Huashang too many privileges.

Still, he allowed Lai Fu to enter.

“This lowly servant mentioned—perhaps out of turn—that the phoenix robe was woven from golden cicada silk, procured through Your Majesty’s great efforts,” Lai Fu kowtowed. “Her Majesty was deeply moved and is now suffering from a headache, unable to sleep.”

Yu Wenjing studied Lai Fu for a long moment before finally speaking. “Have Physician Liu accompany you to Changchun Palace.”

Lai Fu was surprised—the emperor wasn’t rushing to see the empress himself?

But he didn’t dare question it and withdrew with another kowtow, never once raising his eyes.

Only after Lai Fu left did Yu Wenzhe speak. “That phoenix robe is worth a fortune. Brother, that woman’s palace must be sealed off. You know how ruthless she is—keeping her in the palace is a danger. I’ve fought her before. Few Imperial Guards could subdue her.”

Yu Wenzhe never interrupted Yu Wenjing in front of others, even though they were blood brothers. Only in private would he speak so frankly.

He didn’t consider himself a good man, but even he couldn’t stomach Ye Shaohua’s cruelty. The woman was merciless. And it wasn’t just her—most of the Ye family were brutes. General Ye himself was rumored to have eaten human flesh on the battlefield.

His name was used to frighten disobedient children.

Even without Qu Huashang in the picture, Ye Shaohua was unfit to be empress.

“Very well,” Yu Wenjing said after a pause. Ye Shaohua’s gaze still haunted him, but he steeled himself. “Proceed as planned.”

Only then did Yu Wenzhe relax.

With the main matter settled, he prepared to leave. But at the door, he suddenly turned back, his expression grim.

“He’s returned.”

“He?” Yu Wenjing frowned before realization struck. His grip tightened. “How do you know?”

“Before coming here, I visited Father’s resting place. There were three sticks of incense and a jug of wine. The guards confirmed no one had entered.” Yu Wenzhe smirked bitterly. “Who else could come and go from the palace as if it were nothing?”

Yu Wenjing narrowed his eyes. “Ignore him. He’s likely paying respects to Father, as before. He won’t stay.”

Yu Wenzhe knew this. He’d only mentioned it as a courtesy. That man was beyond their control.

With that, he left the study. On his way out, he casually questioned a palace maid about the day’s events.

Yu Wenjing’s dispatch of a physician to the cold palace had caused a stir. No one dared neglect its occupant now.

As a prince, Yu Wenzhe’s authority was absolute. The maid didn’t dare withhold details, recounting everything—including the incident where Qu Huashang’s robes were soiled by medicine.

Originally intending to return to his estate, Yu Wenzhe hesitated at the mention of Qu Huashang. Instead, he dismissed the servants and headed toward the cold palace.

The eunuchs knew of the brothers’ close bond and Yu Wenzhe’s unrestricted access to the inner palace. They offered no resistance.

When Yu Wenzhe arrived, Ye Shaohua was already in bed but not yet asleep. A lone lamp flickered by her bedside. Shuangyue had been dismissed for the night.

In the candlelight, her sharp features seemed softer, almost lazy. There was no trace of the humiliation of her circumstances—only an unsettling calm.

Yu Wenzhe wasn’t fooled. This woman was dangerous.

Without hesitation, he vaulted through the window, seizing her throat in a cold, unyielding grip.

“Ye Shaohua,” he hissed, “Empress Qu isn’t as heartless as you. She’s gentle. Stay away from her. If you don’t… the emperor may show mercy, but I won’t.”