Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 316 Shocking Everyone! Sister Lan Takes Action [2 Updates]

Chapter 316: 316 Shocking Everyone! Sister Lan Takes Action [2 Updates]

Producer Liu said, "Since it’s a guest brought by Miss Ye, we must arrange them next to Miss Ye, and make sure to treat them well."

Ye Wanlan had helped them so much, yet they had no idea how to repay her.

"Do you even need to say that?" the director glanced at him, "Let’s go over first and give everyone else a heads-up."

When the two entered the private room, the other guests had already taken their seats.

Upon learning that Ye Wanlan would bring a guest, the guests had also expressed their welcome.

Qi Yunzhao was somewhat dissatisfied, but he didn’t dare to speak up.

Although he was a top-tier celebrity just like Huo Ximian, he did not have as good a background as her after entering the entertainment industry and had always been watching people’s faces to act.

He could naturally see that the backbone of the entire program crew was now Ye Wanlan, with even the director and producer prioritizing Ye Wanlan’s opinions.

Qi Yunzhao was very concerned about his public image; what if Ye Wanlan’s guest was an ill-mannered outsider who took his photo and posted it online? What then?

He thought for a moment, then stood up and said to the director, "Director, a friend from South City just called me saying there’s an urgent matter, I need to go there now."

No matter how well Qi Yunzhao could pretend, his age was obvious, and how could he possibly escape the eyes of a director who had spent more than twenty years in the entertainment industry?

The director did not try to keep him but just waved his hand, signaling that he could leave.

Qi Yunzhao breathed a sigh of relief and left with his assistant.

Having a friend was a fabrication; he just needed an excuse to leave.

No sooner had Qi Yunzhao left than Ye Wanlan arrived with Yan Tingyue at the restaurant.

Led by the waiter, the two approached the private room door.

The door opened with a "whoosh," and all eyes converged on Ye Wanlan.

The director and others naturally saw Yan Tingyue, but they indeed did not recognize the elderly person.

To call her elderly wasn’t quite accurate because only her age was old; her eyes and demeanor were extremely youthful, devoid of any heaviness of twilight years, rather resembling the morning sun.

"Director, Producer Liu, and several teachers," Ye Wanlan nodded slightly, "This is the successor in charge of the Kunqu opera project, Yan Tingyue, Elder Yan."

"Clatter, clatter—"

Including Shen Yeqiu, several people’s chopsticks fell to the ground.

The director’s eyes widened as he abruptly stood up, stammering, "You, you, you... "

Yan Tingyue was nearly seventy years old, but because she was constantly accompanied by classical art and sang beautifully, she looked younger than fifty.

She was elegant and gentle, with an innate affability that made people very willing to get close.

"You are the director of ’Treasures of The Divine Land,’ aren’t you?" Yan Tingyue extended her hand, "Ah Lan has mentioned you to me, and I appreciate that you could bring such a program to us. I’m looking forward to it."

The director was completely dazed, not even aware of when he had finished shaking hands with Yan Tingyue.

"Elder Yan!" Shen Yeqiu was also very nervous, "Could I ask you for an autograph later?"

"Of course," said Yan Tingyue, a bit surprised, "but I fear my autograph isn’t of much use."

"How could that be?" blurted out Shen Yeqiu, "You are currently the foremost person in Kunqu opera in Shenzhou, how could it be of no use?"

"You flatter me," Yan Tingyue smiled, "Ah Lan mentioned you enjoy Kunqu opera. When my troupe performs, I will invite you to listen."

"Thank you so much, Elder Yan," Shen Yeqiu was ecstatic, "This morning I was talking about you with Miss Ye, and I never imagined that I would be sitting at the same table with you this evening."

Now, he finally understood what Ye Wanlan meant by "no ifs."

Ye Wanlan was already acquainted with this master of the cultural world and could naturally ensure no mishaps.

The atmosphere at the dinner table quickly livened up, with even Professor Shen specifically asking Yan Tingyue for an autograph and posing several questions.

After pondering for a moment, Yan Tingyue smiled, "I indeed can be counted as a descendant of the Carefree King, but of course, I am not his direct descendant. If you ask me about him, I am afraid I wouldn’t know how to explain even a little."

Professor Shen felt a bit disappointed.

It seemed that the story of the Carefree King would have to wait for them to uncover.

After dinner, the sun had completely set, the moon had risen, and stars were twinkling around it.

The night sky of South City was also different from Fengyuan, even though it was already November, the climate in South City was still above twenty-five degrees.

The evening breeze was refreshing and exhilarating.

Ye Wanlan walked slowly down the long street, with Xie Linyuan following behind her.

"The eldest senior brother must have had contact with Brother Yan?" Ye Wanlan suddenly said, "Because I remember he once praised the eldest senior brother in front of me and Yingyue for being chivalrous, yet he never mentioned what it was about."

Upon hearing this, Xie Linyuan suddenly jumped up, "He dares to bring it up on his own?"

Ye Wanlan raised an eyebrow, "He didn’t mention the details, so I thought I’d ask the eldest senior brother."

"That brat Yan Shunhua, one time after he finished a performance, it was already late at night," Xie Linyuan snorted coldly, "He was being teased by several drunkards from the Martial World on the street, and it was I who stepped forward and broke up the encirclement."

Ye Wanlan pondered thoughtfully, "With his martial arts skills, he should not be defeated by a few drunken Martial World people."

To become one of the Four Directions Nobility and famed throughout the Ning Dynasty, martial arts were the most fundamental criterion.

The King of Yan and King Qin had the highest martial arts skills, followed by the Prince of Chu, but the Carefree King wouldn’t be weak either.

It’s just that the Carefree King’s martial arts were reputed to ’overcome the hard with softness,’ leading many to think he was easy to bully."

"Little Junior Sister, just listen to me first," Xie Linyuan stretched out his hand and pressed his brow, with a somewhat headache-stricken voice, "At that time, he was dressed as a woman. I saw him from afar and also thought he was a lady. I had already dealt with those troublemaking drunkards one step ahead of him."

Ye Wanlan responded at an unhurried pace, "When you saw him from the front, you realized you had encountered an acquaintance, and instead of thanks, he made a great jest of you."

Xie Linyuan: "..."

It was just like something Princess Yongning would guess so accurately.

"That really got me!" Xie Linyuan gritted his teeth slightly, "I challenged him to a duel, but he not only ignored the challenge but also threw me a fan that he had painted and told me to sell it for money."

Ye Wanlan as if struck by a thought: "The fans painted by Brother Yan do indeed worth tens of thousands of gold; you didn’t lose out, Big Senior Brother."

"Is it that valuable?" Xie Linyuan rubbed his chin, "If I’d known that, I wouldn’t have torn it up and thrown it into the sea."

"Naturally," Ye Wanlan nodded, "His artistic achievements in painting and calligraphy are very high. If you go to a place frequented by women, you could auction his paintings for an even higher price."

Xie Linyuan clicked his tongue, "Creating chaos daily in the hearts of ladies, he is the one truly strolling through a myriad of flowers. My heart belongs only to Ah Yin, and I’ve always been faithful."

Ye Wanlan shook her phone lightly, speaking deliberately, "Big Senior Brother, I’ve recorded this statement. One day when Fanyin returns, I’ll play it for her."

Xie Linyuan: "..."

He seriously suspected that his Little Junior Sister had learned bad things from someone – why had she become so unkind?

Elsewhere, Yan Tingfeng stood on a tall building, gazing at the moon.

Rong Qi asked, "Tower Master, have you had any contact with the Carefree King?"

"Him?" Yan Tingfeng stood with his hands behind his back, and seemed to have chuckled, "A few times. He has his body in the Imperial Court and his heart among the common folk, indeed a lot like us people of Jianghu."

His most vivid impression of Yan Shunhua was of an assassination attempt.

Yan Shunhua liked to dress up as a woman for operatic performances, never putting on airs as royalty, and would look for a stage to perform on while traveling.

The people of Jianghu knew of this quirk, and those amongst the Martial World who disapproved of the Imperial Court would take the opportunity to lie in ambush, surging towards the stage from all directions at the climax of Yan Shunhua’s performance.

However, although Yan Shunhua exuded the appearance of a beautiful lady and had stunningly handsome features, he was not truly fragile and delicate, but possessed a soft yet fierce lethality.

How could the Carefree King let these ordinary Martial World people harm him with his martial arts?

He remained in full costume, finishing the opera in the midst of battle.

As the play concluded, heads fell.

And the Carefree King then left by treading on water, free and unrestrained.

From that incident on, no one dared to attack Yan Shunhua lightly any longer.

Yan Tingfeng murmured softly, "It’s just that even I’m not clear about what exactly the enemy from three hundred years ago did to him."

When he exited his seclusion, he had already heard the tragic news that ’all the Four Directions Nobility had perished in battle.’

History cannot be retraced. It seems this will remain an eternal enigma.

**

At nine o’clock in the evening, Ye Wanlan escorted Yan Tingyue back to the small cabin in the woods.

The deeper they went into the forest, the quieter the surroundings became.

Yan Tingyue had taken this path many times, including late at night and early in the morning, but never before had she felt such a sense of trepidation chilling her heart.

She couldn’t help but squeeze Ye Wanlan’s fingers, "Ah Lan, I have this feeling..."

"Swish——"

A flock of birds was startled into flight, with the sound of hurried footsteps approaching.

From the darkness, suddenly a group of people appeared.

All of them were tall and muscular, with bulging muscles.

Clearly targeting Yan Tingyue and Ye Wanlan, they surrounded the master and disciple without uttering a word, as if waiting for them to kneel and beg for mercy first.

Yan Tingyue’s back turned icy cold, "Ah Lan, you go first——"

Ye Wanlan held Yan Tingyue’s hand, her voice calm, "Teacher, stand behind me."

The sky today seemed lackluster, and she thought, perhaps what was needed was blood for paint.