Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 130 The strong wind has risen, unstoppable! [2 more updates]

Chapter 130: 130 The strong wind has risen, unstoppable! [2 more updates]

This reassembled dagger looked completely different from the odd-shaped one just now.

The pattern on the upper part of the dagger’s handle and the pattern under the blade connected together, forming exactly the character "Yan" for "King of Yan".

Professor Xue couldn’t help but widen his eyes, almost jumping up in that instant.

As a history professor at Yunjing University and a senior member of the Shenzhou Cultural Relics Bureau Archaeology Center, Professor Xue certainly knew the significance of this "Yan".

Any object with this shape of "Yan" on it proved that it must have been made by the King of Yan personally.

At least, all the artifacts made by the King of Yan that are now in Yunjing Museum bear this character of "Yan".

Previously, Professor Xue had thought that the patterns on the strangely shaped dagger were just randomly drawn, but after Ye Wanlan reassembled it, he realized it was King Yan’s "Yan"!

Professor Xue barely controlled his excitement because he knew this was a public place, crowded with many watchful eyes.

Ordinary relics could provoke the covetousness of determined thieves, let alone something made by the hands of the King of Yan?

"Keep it safe," Professor Xue took a deep breath and pushed the dagger back into Ye Wanlan’s hands without changing his expression, "Let’s go check out the front."

Ye Wanlan naturally understood Professor Xue’s concerns, so when she displayed the dagger, only Professor Xue had the angle to see it.

"What’s up with the professor? He seems like he’s holding back something quite uncomfortable."

"He’s definitely upset. There were so many applicants for our archaeology project this time, why did a high school student who didn’t even attend college suddenly squeeze in?"

"Probably pulled some strings, and now she’s gotten herself scammed at the booth, no wonder the professor is furious."

"Alas, but she’s a young girl, so it’s understandable..."

The archaeology team left the stall, but the stall owner still frowned as he watched Ye Wanlan’s retreating back, his gaze reflective.

Could it be... that the dagger, incapable even of cutting vegetables, had a deeper origin?

He had also acquired the dagger from someone else, and its initial source could no longer be traced.

The stall owner was cautious; he took out his phone and discreetly sent out a few messages.

Ye Wanlan and Yan Tingfeng lagged at the end of the archaeology team, appearing quite out of place.

Yan Tingfeng tilted his head to one side, his voice very low, "Is it a relic of the King of Yan?"

Ye Wanlan’s eyebrows lifted slightly, and she chuckled softly, "Smart, Young Master Yan."

This was the first time she addressed him that way.

When he was three years old, his parents died in a chase with numerous enemies still at large.

To take revenge and satisfy his hatred, he changed his name and climbed his way up to the position of the Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch.

Over time, he got used to being nameless, and everyone around him called him "Young Master".

At this moment, the term "Young Master," with its ancient charm, was pronounced by her in a dismissive tone, as if a feather was drifting down, lightly stirring the heart.

"Seldom does something stir Miss Ye’s emotions," Yan Tingfeng’s voice was cool, "just now, I saw that your eyes held nothing but this dagger, and seeing Professor Xue’s unusual demeanor, I had such a guess."

"That’s because you’re clever, with eyes like bright pearls," Ye Wanlan replied with a faint smile, "I didn’t expect to find this genuine item on a stall full of fakes either."

In fact, the object was originally hers, which is why she recognized it at a glance.

Ye Wanlan lowered her head and gently caressed the dagger.

Its blade was cold, yet it ignited a flame at her fingertips and palm.

Memories spanning three hundred years surged at that moment.

She had been very young then, only eleven years old, and He Jia was merely sixteen, having just been appointed King of Yan.

On her birthday, he gifted her the dagger.

"Prince Brother, what is this?"

"A gift for Xiao Lan," He Jia said with a faint smile, "This can be used for self-protection. You often go out incognito, and I’m always worried you might get hurt."

To cultivate martial arts, Inner Strength is an essential element.

However, since she couldn’t harness Inner Strength, she could only practice "Instant Thousand Miles," a technique of lightness skill.

The identity of Princess Yongning was too eminent, and whenever she left the Imperial Palace, she’d be the target of assassins, relentlessly pursued.

"When I’m not by your side, you must protect yourself well," He Jia added, gently patting her head, "But as long as Prince Brother is here, nothing will befall you."

Three hundred years later, the Ning Dynasty had perished, and yet the dagger reappeared before her eyes.

Perhaps the ties of kinship and fate could not be erased in the grand design.

Though the King of Yan had died, he still remembered the promise between them.

And she would never forget his last wishes.

She would restore Shenzhou to its peak of glory, a legacy undiminished through the ages.

Now, as the great wind begins to rise, its momentum unstoppable!

All along the way, Professor Xue seemed distracted, frequently looking back to make sure Ye Wanlan did not fall behind.

Several members of the Archaeological Center could tell he was not fully focused, but without knowing what had happened, they could only exchange perplexed looks.

After holding it in for the entire trip, it was only when they reached the dining place that Professor Xue hastened to call Ye Wanlan to a secluded spot.

"How did you discern that the dagger had a hidden secret?" Professor Xue asked impatiently, "Genius, this dagger isn’t even recorded in the history books, come on, tell me, please!"

Ye Wanlan spoke slowly, "I like to play with Rubik’s cubes."

Professor Xue: "?"

She continued calmly, "I felt that the dagger could be taken apart, so I just tried, and indeed it could."

Professor Xue: "???"

How come this statement doesn’t seem very credible?

After all, the King of Yan is one of their key historical figures under study.

The mechanism technique of ancient Shenzhou was very strong, and the King of Yan was even more proficient in Qimen Dunjia; could the weapons he crafted compare with a Rubik’s cube?

Even the highest-order Rubik’s cube couldn’t compare!

Professor Xue stared into Ye Wanlan’s eyes, trying to find some clue there.

But she gazed back at him without a ripple of emotion, her crescent-shaped eyes bending slightly, blue like the ocean, embracing everything.

In the end, Professor Xue admitted defeat, mumbling, "Alright, whatever you say goes. I used to say you were a simpleton who could be easily deceived, but it turns out I’m the simpleton!"

Never mind five thousand Yuan, even if it were five hundred thousand for a dagger made by the King of Yan, that would be a steal!

Professor Xue rubbed his hands together: "Well, I have a request, could you possibly—"

"Donate it to the museum?"

"No, no, no, this is something you bought, of course it’s yours." Professor Xue said seriously, "I’m just asking for your opinion, whether you could perhaps lend it to Yunjing Archaeological Center for some research?"

Who could have thought that on the ancient streets of Yan City, one could actually find a weapon personally crafted by the King of Yan?

Ye Wanlan pondered for a moment and nodded, "That’s possible."

"Then it’s settled." Professor Xue said, overjoyed, "Old Foo definitely didn’t expect that even though he came to Yan City before me, I’m the one who made the big discovery!"

This made him unbearably smug.

Ye Wanlan nodded slightly, then asked, "Professor, I need to ask for an hour off this afternoon. Would that be possible?"

"No problem, of course there’s no problem." Professor Xue agreed without hesitation, "Come find me once you’re done with your errands, I’ll be waiting for you."

If Ye Wanlan were to find some real antiques again, that would indeed be a bonanza!

Green lights of envy were already flickering in Professor Xue’s eyes.

This was his treasure, and he would protect it with his life!

**

At two o’clock in the afternoon, following a reform, the promotion for "Annus Mirabilis" officially began.

Many spectators who had managed to get tickets were already in the auditorium, including representatives from major media outlets.

"The production team officially announced there would be a pipa performance, I’m so excited!"

"Insider news, don’t wait for the pipa accompaniment, the pipa player injured their hand."

"Really? Isn’t that deceiving people then?"

On stage, Nie Shuangyi and Zhou Chengyu, as the leading actors, were being interviewed by the media.

Both appeared calm and composed, showing no signs of anything unusual.

It wasn’t until a reporter who came prepared stepped forward and raised a microphone, "The production team said that shooting this drama would also promote intangible cultural heritage. I heard we could listen to a pipa melody today, why haven’t we heard anything yet?"

"Our pipa player is still getting ready, you’ll hear it in a little while," replied Nie Shuangyi with a faint smile. "The pipa is the foremost among plucked string instruments, and I hope everyone will enjoy it."

The reporter pressed his earpiece, apparently receiving new instructions, and opened his mouth again, "Is it really being prepared, or was it just a gimmick, and in fact there is no pipa—"

"Zeng Zeng!"

A few abrupt notes of pipa broke out suddenly, like war drums pounding, drowning out the reporter’s voice and instantly charging up the atmosphere of the entire venue.

"It’s here, it’s here!"

"It’s ’Desert’s Lone Smoke’! A very professional pipa player!"

The sound of the pipa raised the atmosphere of the venue to a new height.

However, a few media representatives changed their expressions, clearly unable to understand why there was a pipa player accompanying the event.

"Zeng Zeng!"

The pipa continued to flow, and with her heart now at ease, Nie Shuangyi began to respond expertly to the media’s questions.

According to the plan, the question time was eight minutes, the exact duration of "Desert’s Lone Smoke."

But obviously, the media reporters and the audience present were very interested in this press conference, and even after "Desert’s Lone Smoke" ended, the event was not over.

The director felt anxious and pressed his earpiece, "Backstage, prepare to play other music."

But just then, the sound of the pipa rang out again.

Unlike the desolation and vastness of "Desert’s Lone Smoke," this melody sounded lively, sketching out a bustling street scene before everyone’s eyes.

Luxury carriages, tall buildings, and grand palaces.

Phoenix flutes resonated, with white walls and black tiles in the backdrop.

The bright notes of the pipa fell like scattered pearls and gems.

The delightful music caressed the ears and soothed the soul, even calming down the restless reporters.

The producer’s eyes widened in surprise, his gaze snapping to the still-strumming Ye Wanlan.

This melody is...

A reporter with extremely sharp ears recognized the tune, her mouth agape in astonishment, forgetting that other reporters were still asking questions as she blurted out, "Wait a minute... is this ’Pure and Simple Melody’?!"

’Pure and Simple Melody’, the divine composition of Princess Yongning.