Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 127 Traffic Accident, Sister Lan and King of Yan! [1 update]

Chapter 127: 127 Traffic Accident, Sister Lan and King of Yan! [1 update]

Madam Zhou’s heart lurched, but for the first time, her eyes lit up with hope.

Over the past two years, she had consulted many renowned doctors, but after examining Zhou Heyuan’s condition, they all admitted their helplessness.

The reason was that Zhou Heyuan had been sent to the hospital too late, and his brain had already suffered serious damage.

Had he arrived just a few minutes earlier, there might have been a chance of saving him.

Nevertheless, Madam Zhou did not want to give up. Zhou Heyuan was the heir she and Patriarch Zhou had carefully nurtured. Old Master Zhou also had high hopes for him before he passed away.

Madam Zhou had no doubt that, had Zhou Heyuan not met with this disaster, the Zhou family might have had the strength to establish themselves in Yunjing!

"Hello?" As the call connected, Ye Wanlan’s cool voice came through.

"Hello, Miss Ye," the hospital director glanced at the anxious Madam Zhou, "the Zhou Family of Jiangcheng would like to request your medical expertise for Young Master Zhou Heyuan. He became comatose from a car accident two years ago and has shown no signs of awakening."

Hearing this, Ye Wanlan slightly raised her eyebrows, "Tell the Zhou family to first ascertain the real cause of Zhou Heyuan’s car accident. I want to see if the results will satisfy me."

The director’s expression changed!

Being streetwise, he certainly understood the implications of her words.

It meant that Zhou Heyuan’s accident was no accident at all!

It could even have been someone close to him!

"I understand, Miss Ye," the director exhaled slowly, "I will convey your message."

He hung up and looked up into Madam Zhou’s hopeful eyes.

"Madam Zhou, although Miss Ye did not directly agree to your request, she did say—"

Madam Zhou interrupted urgently, "What did she say? Whatever the Zhou family needs to do, I am willing!"

"She wants the Zhou family to clarify the real cause of Young Master Zhou Heyuan’s car accident. She wants to see if the results will satisfy her."

"This..." Madam Zhou was at a loss.

She had indeed restarted the investigation into the accident recently, but so far, it had yielded nothing.

After all, two years had passed. If there were any human traces, they would have been long erased.

The director smiled blandly, "Madam Zhou, for Miss Ye to make such a concession is already quite extraordinary."

Hadn’t he heard of the grievances and feuds of Jiangcheng’s elite?

Sheng Yunyi went abroad, not Mars. It was just a matter of a plane ticket, was it worth getting a stand-in?

Madam Zhou’s eyes flickered, "Director, may I ask about this Miss Ye..."

Which Ye?

The Ye of nighttime or the Ye of leaves?

But neither surname seemed particularly prominent.

The director, however, did not respond and instead slightly raised his chin, gesturing her to leave.

"Thank you for your help," Madam Zhou exited, her mind unsettled as she walked back.

"Mom?" Seeing her like this, Zhou Hechen frowned. "What happened?"

Madam Zhou didn’t respond, simply waving her hand dismissively.

Though the director had turned her down today, she had glimpsed hope for reviving the comatose patient.

As long as there was a glimmer of hope, she would never give up.

"Mom, I’m taking a flight to Yan City today to check on the drama being filmed and discuss ongoing business with a few merchants from Wanta Country," Zhou Hechen said.

Still, Madam Zhou remained silent.

Zhou Hechen’s jaw tensed; he clenched his fist and glanced over at Zhou Heyuan lying on the bed before leaving with Sheng Yunyi.

**

The next day, Bing He drove to pick up Ye Wanlan.

Yan Tingfeng sat in the back, wearing a hat and still wrapped in a scarf.

The silver-white long hair under his hat brim shimmered with a faint golden glow in the sunlight, like a lake glinting with gold.

Ye Wanlan reached out and poked his hair, which felt very soft and smooth.

"What shampoo and conditioner do you use?"

"What?"

For a moment, Yan Tingfeng wondered if he had heard wrong.

In all his years, no one had ever asked him such a question.

Ye Wanlan repeated very calmly, "Your hair is thick, not frizzy, and without tangles, so I would like to know the brand of your shampoo."

Bing He: "..."

Miss Ye’s point of interest was indeed very peculiar.

Usually, when he was alone with Yan Tingfeng, he didn’t even dare to look up at their Young Master’s face.

"There’s no brand," Yan Tingfeng leaned back, his gaze gentle. "I buy whatever, use whatever I find. I’m not too particular about these things. If Miss Ye has any recommended brands, I’ll try them out."

"I also just buy whatever," Ye Wanlan nodded and glanced outside the car. "Aren’t we going to T2 terminal?"

"No need." Bing He responded cheerfully, "Miss Ye, we have our own plane. Rest assured, it’s very safe!"

Ye Wanlan raised an eyebrow, looking thoughtfully at Yan Tingfeng.

He smiled at her again, his eyes shimmering with a magnificent aqua hue.

The private plane was parked on a designated lawn.

Ye Wanlan observed the model of the aircraft, the shape of its wings, and the various functional facilities.

She narrowed her eyes, having roughly estimated the plane’s performance. It was probably close to the models developed by the International Strategic Studies Institute, if not quite on par.

The private plane was also very fast.

An hour later, the plane arrived at Yan City.

The key members of this archaeological project were freshmen from Yunjing University, accompanied by two professors leading the team, as well as nine professional archaeologists from the Archaeological Center to escort them.

Located at the northwest border, Yan City’s climate was exceptionally harsh, with severe cold in winter and extreme heat in summer.

Of the four directions, the northwest had the poorest environmental quality.

Historical records indicate that, after moving to the northwest border, the King of Yan had improved the living conditions there.

Furthermore, after staying at Penglai Palace for half a year to cultivate herself, Princess Yongning came down the mountain with some methods to improve the soil, finally normalizing Yan City’s environment.

However, due to the great war of yesteryears, Yan City, being one of the first to face destruction, was completely demolished.

The once glorious and vast Yan City had long been buried underground along with the King of Yan and his hundred thousand soldiers. Today’s Yan City was built upon ruins.

In recent years, Yunjing has been deploying more manpower to revive Yan City’s economy and has also planned several tourist areas. Visitors to the place have been incessant.

On the streets and roadsides, there were plenty of small vendors with makeshift stalls, mostly selling antiques. However, the majority of these were cheap goods purchased online, passed off as genuine antiques in this place.

Apart from the antique stalls, there were also many spice vendors.

Ye Wanlan remarked indifferently, "I’ve heard that some of these spices contain human body parts as ingredients."

"Mhm," Yan Tingfeng replied, "There were indeed such rumors before, but in recent years they dare not make any big moves in Yan City anymore."

Yan City, backed by the border, was indeed much more chaotic than Jiangcheng by the sea.

Yan Tingfeng suddenly said, "Although Yan City was thoroughly destroyed, many traces related to Princess Yongning have been well preserved."

Ye Wanlan turned her head, following his gaze.

There stood a stone stele, quietly erect at the city gate.

Centuries of weathering had worn away several corners of the stele, yet the deep characters for "Yan City" etched upon it remained profound.

The queue for photographs with it was long since the characters were inscribed by Princess Yongning herself.

"The elderly say that the King of Yan once ordered strict protection for anything left by Princess Yongning," Yan Tingfeng spoke softly, "so even after a fierce war, it has been well preserved."

A slight tremor touched Ye Wanlan’s heart, as if struck by lightning, bringing with it a tingling pain.

My brother...

She whispered in her heart.

This was the brother with whom she had depended on for many years. Even after her passing, he continued to protect her.

And now, she could only stand on the land where he once battled to remember him.

"This is the inner city of Yan City, where the research team will be staying for the next few days." Yan Tingfeng coughed, "Let’s go over now. They should all arrive tonight, and the official archeological work will start tomorrow, though it will likely just be some small projects."

"Alright," Ye Wanlan nodded, "I will also take a look at the film crew in a while."

Behind them, Bing He and Tie Ma were in contact with the people stationed in Yan City.

"What?!" The young man on the phone suddenly woke up, "The Young Master is in Yan City? Why wasn’t there advance notice? We could have prepared."

"The Young Master is here for a leisure trip, not intending to train you," Bing He snorted coldly, "Relax."

The young man was completely disoriented by this remark, stuttering, "Leisure, what? Tour, what?"

Could the words leisure trip even apply to their Young Master?

That defied logic!

There must be some tricks awaiting them; he needed to stay sharp in advance.

**

The location chosen for the shooting of "Annus Mirabilis" was in the northern part of Yan City, also the only fully developed tourist area there.

The traffic in Yan City was not well developed; it did not even have a subway line primarily because there were too many buried artifacts underground, and carelessness could mean excavating someone’s grave.

Especially since so many years had passed, and the tombs of Princess Yongning and the King of Yan had still not been found. This made them cautious about launching major projects.

There were not many production teams here for shooting, only three today.

"Sister Lan, after you come in, turn right. We’re over here," Cheng Qingli said, "Or maybe I should come out to meet you. It’s very confusing in here."

"No need," Ye Wanlan replied, "I know the way. My sense of direction is quite good."

Cheng Qingli: "..."

Was she the only one directionally challenged?

After the call ended, Ye Wanlan walked in.

"President Zhou, our filming progress is going smoothly, but there will be a sandstorm in two days, so shooting will have to be paused," the manager of Huangchi Entertainment was reporting to Zhou Hechen, "However, a two-day delay is within our budget."

Zhou Hechen was listening intently until his casual glance made his expression turn dark.

"President Zhou?" The manager lifted his head in confusion.

Upon looking up, he too saw Ye Wanlan walking in.

"Miss Ye Wanlan, you said over the phone how indifferent you were to being blacklisted and didn’t care at all," the manager said with a sneer, "But here you are, having followed President Zhou all the way to Yan City. And over the phone, you put on such an act of a righteous woman."