Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 164 One hundred years later, the Master of Highest Heaven Tower celebrates Princess Yongning’s birthday【2 more updates】

Chapter 164: 164 One hundred years later, the Master of Highest Heaven Tower celebrates Princess Yongning’s birthday【2 more updates】

Lin Qingwen and Madam Lin were husband and wife, how could he possibly not know what she was thinking, "Even if the paternity test really succeeds, would her mother want her? No matter what, she is still my elder brother’s daughter, do you really want to drive her out of the Lin Family?"

In Lin Qingwen’s memory, Lin Jiayan had an attractive appearance, was arrogant and conceited, but also exceptionally graceful and knowledgeable.

He grew up under the shadow of Lin Jiayan, and afterward when Lin Weilan gave birth to the twins Lin Huaijin and Lin Woyu, he was even less favored.

Sometimes he even doubted if he was really Lin Weilan’s biological child.

"Why not?" Madam Lin scoffed, "What do you think the An Family is so eager to get Ye Wanlan’s hair for? They must be able to cause a big downfall for the Kang Family after obtaining the paternity test."

Lin Qingwen realized, "Are you saying that the An Family will help us drive out Ye Wanlan?"

"Naturally," Madam Lin said, "Don’t look at Bai Jingxue’s obedient facade, he always seeks revenge for the slightest grievance, and there’s no way he’d just endure what Ye Wanlan did to him."

"Alright then," Lin Qingwen finally relented, "Be very careful, mom is very protective of her."

Madam Lin waved her hand dismissively, "I have it all figured out, if we miss today, who knows when we’ll have another opportunity like this."

The two waited a little while longer before entering the hall.

Madam Lin also did not wish to entangle herself too much with a group of high school students and hurried upstairs to retrieve the sleeping pills Bai Jingxue had given her.

The pharmaceutical industry in Harbor City was far more advanced than Jiangcheng, she trusted the medicine from Bai Jingxue a lot.

In the living room downstairs, some students began playing Werewolf, while others were playing poker.

"Wanlan, thank you for the Taiyi Acupuncture Technique," Su Xueqing pulled Ye Wanlan off to a corner, and said seriously, "I’ve already started on the third part now, and I believe I will be able to help you soon."

"There’s no need to rush," Ye Wanlan shook her head slightly, "Impatience will not get you anywhere fast, take your time learning, you have a year before you return to the Su Family, you must lay a solid foundation in this year."

"But you’ve helped me so much and I still can’t help you, I..." Su Xueqing said softly, "I’m also afraid that I won’t do well enough and something will happen again."

Ye Wanlan patted her head, "I’ve asked Sister Yingxia about what happened to you before, and you can guess, you were framed, right?"

"Sister Yingxia?" Su Xueqing was taken aback and then greatly surprised, "The Third Elder?!"

"Yes, her," Ye Wanlan nodded, "She said it was a pity she wasn’t at the Su Family at the time, otherwise she would have definitely protected you."

"Yes, I was indeed framed," Su Xueqing clenched her fists, "I can even guess who it was, but I have no evidence. Given her status, getting rid of someone like me with no background is as easy as crushing an ant."

The Su Family was much more chaotic than the Rong Family, with a strict hierarchy, where 99% of the resources were controlled by 1% of the people.

If it weren’t for her exceptional talent in medicine, she would not have been favored by the Elders Council.

But it was also for this reason that she had been targeted.

"Who says you have no background?" Ye Wanlan smiled faintly, "Your background is your own strength, plus me."

Su Xueqing’s body shook violently, and her eyes widened.

"Since I am behind you, then there is no need to fear the entire Su Family," Ye Wanlan pressed on her shoulders, her voice soft but with a forceful tone, "The Taiyi Acupuncture Technique is meant to save lives, not for fighting in the shadows."

Su Xueqing muttered, "Many people in the Su Family have already lost their original intentions."

In the past, Shui Yunqing, the Palace Master of Taiyi Palace, offered aid to the suffering and did not hesitate to use herself for medical trials.

There were also rumors that Shui Yunqing did not die after the battle of tens of thousands, but became a ’medicine man’ in order to protect Shenzhou.

A medicine man feels neither pain nor injury, has a very long lifespan, but unfortunately lacks consciousness, like a walking corpse.

However, Su Xueqing inadvertently discovered that many of the Su Family’s higher-ups were testing medicines on others to achieve their own goals.

"If something is rotten, then smash it and rebuild," Ye Wanlan’s tone was cold, "Taiyi Palace does not need such descendants."

She would clean up the mess for Shui Yunqing.

While they were talking, the main door opened, and more people came to celebrate Ye Wanlan’s birthday.

"Doctor Rong?" Ye Wanlan glanced behind Rong Yu, and didn’t see Yan Tingfeng’s figure, she raised an eyebrow, "Why didn’t he come with you?"

"Don’t even mention it, he disappeared early this morning, I have no idea where he went," Rong Yu complained, "I messaged him saying today was our Student Ye’s eighteenth birthday, a significant coming-of-age celebration, and he didn’t even reply. How infuriating!"

Ye Wanlan didn’t take it to heart, "Perhaps he is busy with something important."

"That’s the only possibility," Rong Yu scratched his head, "After all, he is indeed busy. I was surprised he stayed in Jiangcheng for so long this time. Anyway, let’s not talk about that, come see the gift I prepared for you. My parents made me promise to bring it to you."

He handed over an exquisitely crafted box, which Ye Wanlan accepted.

Rong Yu gestured suggestively, "The secrets of heaven are not to be revealed, wait until you’re alone to open it."

The birthday celebration continued until ten o’clock at night, and the students all had a very joyful day.

"Sister Lan, we’ll be leaving now, school starts next month, see you at school."

"You must help us catch up with our lessons at the start of school, I’m counting on you for my math, Sister Lan!"

Ye Wanlan waved goodbye to each of them in turn.

After she finished a cup of hot milk and returned to her bedroom, it was already eleven o’clock at night.

But at that moment, the sound of a flute came from outside the window.

The flute’s melody was lingering and clear in the quiet of the night.

Ye Wanlan heard just a few notes before swiftly recognizing the piece as her own creation, "Pure and Simple Melody."

Though "Pure and Simple Melody" was originally a pipa piece, in the three hundred years of its legacy, it had also been adapted for the zither, sheng, and other instruments.

Though the melody remained the same, it took on different charms when played on various classical instruments.

Following the sound of the flute, she went up to the fifth floor, leapt from the balcony, and landed gently on the rooftop.

Beneath the bright moonlight sat a strikingly handsome man perched on the edge of the roof, playing the long flute.

His hair seemed to have grown longer, silver strands fluttering in the wind. The moon’s silver light bathed him, as if draping a layer of transparent gauze over him, enhancing his elegant mystery.

Such a gentleman should only be seen in paintings, certainly not in the dust of the world.[Note 1]

Suddenly, Ye Wanlan was reminded of this line of poetry—surely, a man like this could only be seen in paintings.

He possessed a tranquil beauty, but beneath that beauty lay an unfathomable darkness.

Ye Wanlan did not call out to him, but rather sat down quietly beside him to listen to this bamboo flute rendition of "Pure and Simple Melody."

When the piece ended, so had the drifting clouds.

"Fortunately, it’s not yet midnight. I made it in time," Yan Tingfeng said with a slight smile, putting down the flute, "I hope Miss Ye doesn’t mind my late arrival. Happy birthday."

"How could I?" Ye Wanlan looked up and chuckled, "My heart hasn’t been this calm in a long time. A restless heart is a great taboo."

After breaking out of the time loop, she always struggled to restrain her murderous impulses.

"Then let me play another piece for Miss Ye," Yan Tingfeng picked up the flute again, "Is there a specific piece you wish to hear?"

Ye Wanlan pondered thoughtfully, "Could it be that Young Master Yan chose the flute because you heard me express my fondness for the Master of Highest Heaven Tower?"

Legends in the Jianghu told that the Master of Highest Heaven Tower was unrivaled in lightness skill and unmatched in the use of hidden weapons.

In his hands, an ordinary flute became a deadly weapon.

Yan Tingfeng smiled and raised his brows slightly, "You could say that, but the flute and pipa playing together would sound very pleasing."

After a moment of contemplation, Ye Wanlan suddenly asked, "Speaking of duets, do you play the suona?"

"Hmm? The suona?" Yan Tingfeng was momentarily taken aback.

"I’m fondest of playing the erhu," Ye Wanlan said without hurry, "If you can play the suona, we could try a duet. The effect would be quite remarkable."

"I see," Yan Tingfeng said, almost laughing, "Though I haven’t tried before, for Miss Ye, I’m willing to give it a try."

Ye Wanlan stretched languidly, "The moonlight is lovely tonight, quite suitable for listening to ’Bright Moon Chases the Man.’"

"Alright," Yan Tingfeng gave a slight nod and began to play again.

...

At three in the morning, all the lights in the Lin Family Old House were out, except for a solitary lamp above the main entrance.

Madam Lin, with her hat and mask on, tiptoed to the third floor—to the door of Ye Wanlan’s bedroom.

She took out a spare key she had prepared and inserted it into the lock, turning it gently.

The girl lay quietly on the bed, motionless.

The breeze gently stirred the curtains, and slivers of moonlight fell upon the girl’s face as if an angel had leant down to bestow a kiss.

Madam Lin had only seen Lin Jiayan’s photo from Lin Qingwen, and although she deeply disliked Ye Wanlan, she had to admit at that moment—

Ye Wanlan had inherited Lin Jiayan’s good looks but was even more captivating than her father by a measure.

"Hey, wake up, wake up," Madam Lin tried to nudge Ye Wanlan gently.

The girl still lay in bed, blissfully unaware.

Madam Lin breathed a sigh of relief; she had watched Ye Wanlan drink the hot milk, and the drug must have taken effect by now.

It was indeed a good opportunity.

Madam Lin first took out a syringe and aimed for Ye Wanlan’s wrist.