Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 326 Scaring someone to death doesn’t entail compensation! [2 more updates]

Chapter 326: 326 Scaring someone to death doesn’t entail compensation! [2 more updates]

The history books do not record the cause of death of the Carefree King Yan Shunhua in the great war three hundred years ago, but it is certain that he indeed died in that war.

Yan Shunhua also lived up to the title of "Carefree," with no fixed abode, wandering everywhere, seldom returning to his own mansion.

He was also known for his generosity, using even the most valuable treasures to aid the common people, leaving behind very few possessions.

Even though the Exquisite Eight Treasures Box was picked up by a foreigner and changed hands several times before coming to the old man, someone must have told him that blood was needed to open the box, hence his assault on Yan Tingyue.

There must be a force behind the old man.

Ye Wanlan’s eyes narrowed, her gaze growing colder bit by bit.

It was just unknown whether this force had any connection to the strange army that invaded Shenzhou three hundred years ago.

But after going through several historical retrospections, she had committed the faces of several of those generals to memory.

It’s said that human memory is limited, but as long as she recalled them every day, she would not forget.

The old man’s body shook, his pupils constricting sharply, somewhat unable to comprehend the meaning behind Ye Wanlan’s words.

What does she mean by... Yan Shunhua personally said so?

Wasn’t the name Yan Shunhua the Carefree King’s real name?

But the Carefree King had died three hundred years ago, without even a grave left behind.

Ye Wanlan said coldly, "Speak!"

"Ah—!!!"

The Golden Needle went deeper, and the old man screamed again and again: "I’ll speak! I’ll tell everything!"

In his life, he had never experienced such bone-piercing pain, and he couldn’t bear it at all.

Devil!

This disciple of Yan Tingyue was simply a devil!

"I... I only got the Exquisite Eight Treasures Box this year," the old man’s forehead was covered in cold sweat, "The person who gave me the box just handed me a piece of paper, saying that only the heart’s blood of a descendant of the Carefree King Yan Shunhua could open it."

"It seems you only had single-point contact," Ye Wanlan said indifferently, "so you attacked my teacher just because of a sentence, believing that your mastery of the Art and Method would allow you to successfully complete the task?"

At this moment, how could the old man not understand that the Taoist physician who appeared by Yan Tingyue’s side was actually her junior disciple?

His complexion turned ashen, and his pupils lost their brightness.

No wonder his plan had failed.

Using Art and Method in front of a Taoist physician, wasn’t it a case of showing off in front of an expert, only to make a fool of oneself?

The Golden Needle tore at the old man’s two acupuncture points, the pain continuous, and he cried out loudly, begging for mercy: "Miss Ye! Please show mercy and spare my life, I swear, never in my life will I set foot in Shenzhou again!"

At this point, he had no other thoughts, he just wanted to live.

Without life, everything is lost.

"You have blood on your hands, including the lives of many from my Shenzhou," Ye Wanlan said with a faint smile, "I will not let you go."

No inch of Shenzhou land shall be violated.

No citizen of Shenzhou shall be belittled.

Hearing these words, the old man turned deathly pale.

Despair, cold as a long snake, clutched his throat tightly, making it difficult to breathe.

Ye Wanlan turned and left, ignoring the old man’s howls behind her.

Seconds later, the howling stopped, and all was terrifyingly quiet.

She walked out of the cave, the sunlight was just right, the clouds dispersed, moving with the wind.

By the lakeside, a young man with white hair sat there, making tea with bare hands.

Seeing her approaching, he passed her a cup of freshly brewed tea: "Cooled with cold water, not hot, just the right temperature."

Ye Wanlan took the cup and sat down beside him, slowly drinking the warm tea.

The tea indeed had a miraculous effect, sweeping away her fatigue of several days.

Yan Tingfeng turned his head, his voice soft: "Leave the rest to me, Xiao Wan has also been tired these days."

"Mm," Ye Wanlan didn’t refuse, saying softly, "The recent events have made me more cautious."

Indeed, just as Yan Tingyue had said, ever since three hundred years ago, some hearts set on the demise of Shenzhou have never died.

"Right," Ye Wanlan came back to her senses and took out the Exquisite Eight Treasures Box, "Take a look, is there any mystery to this box?"

"This pattern seems to form a character," Yan Tingfeng mused for a moment, and asked Bing He to fetch paper and ink.

Afterwards, he transferred the patterns from the box onto rice paper with a brush, then used the brush to apply cinnabar to the ink patterns.

Ye Wanlan glanced at it and recognized the character, raising her eyebrows: "Flower?"

Yan Tingfeng hummed in affirmation, and continued to transfer the other patterns.

Indeed, there were different characters on these patterns, only two sides featured pure patterns.

However, facing these six characters that were discovered, Ye Wanlan and Yan Tingfeng both fell silent.

The right three sides respectively read: Flower, Reflect, Moon.

The left three sides respectively read: Yan, Shun, Hua.

The top and bottom sides only had patterns, with no writing at all.

The confusions of the past life, at this moment, were finally unraveled.

No wonder Hua Yingyue, when requesting the Exquisite Eight Treasures Box from Yan Shunhua, was met with an outright rejection.

Given Hua Yingyue’s delicate mind, if the Exquisite Eight Treasures Box had fallen into her hands, she would not have failed to notice this matter.

"Ah?" Bing He looked bewildered, "Were the Carefree King and King Qin a couple? Not even unofficial histories would dare to write that, right?"

Hua Yingyue, though she inherited the title of "King Qin" from her father, gained support and admiration largely due to her own martial prowess, managing a fine Heavy Sword.

Furthermore, the Eastern Wilderness was extremely desolate; someone like the Carefree King, who enjoyed traveling and sightseeing, would certainly not favor the vast desolation of the east.

Hua Yingyue was also a female general; she definitely wouldn’t hold in high regard someone like Yan Shunhua, who lingered around theater stages every day.

Ye Wanlan shook her head: "Unofficial histories indeed never wrote about this."

"Well, perhaps history indeed has aspects that we are unaware of." Yan Tingfeng blinked with a smile, "After all, history books can’t possibly record everything, but we can follow in the footsteps of antiques to explore more."

Ye Wanlan nodded.

Next, she needed to figure out how to open this Exquisite Eight Treasures Box.

Upon returning to the production team, Xie Linyuan also returned from outside and listened as Ye Wanlan talked about the day’s events.

"No way, Little Junior Sister, you didn’t notice back then either?" Xie Linyuan crossed his arms, "You’ve dined with them more than once."

Ye Wanlan glanced at him: "Yan Shunhua has always been full of sweet talk; how could I have discerned his true feelings towards Yingyue?"

"That’s what you don’t understand." Xie Linyuan shook his head slightly, "Sometimes, no matter how many people hang around one’s lips, it’s just to hide the one in the heart, because even the Carefree King, when facing King Qin, probably felt inferior."

He did exchange blows with Hua Yingyue once.

This sole female among the Four Directions Nobility, her reputation was well-deserved.

Moreover, she was a few years younger than the King of Yan, He Jia; had they been of the same age, she might have matched him in status.

Hua Yingyue held command over a powerful army, stationed in the Eastern Wilderness, with a tremendously high status.

Even though Yan Shunhua held a rank among the Four Directions Nobility just like her, the two were in charge of completely different matters.

As a man, Xie Linyuan could very well understand Yan Shunhua’s thoughts.

Ye Wanlan fell silent for a moment: "It’s a pity, talking about it now, what use is there?"

Be it love or hate, grace or resentment, all had scattered cleanly three hundred years ago.

In the face of national hatred and family feuds, there was simply no leeway to discuss personal emotions.

Xie Linyuan also fell silent. After a while, he sighed softly: "Perhaps having truly died once, I’ve come to let go of many things. If I can see Fanyin again, I will definitely speak my heart."

"Then I wish you the best of luck, Senior Brother." Ye Wanlan’s eyebrows rose, "Just don’t expect me to speak for you when the time comes; I will always stand by my sisters’ side."

Xie Linyuan choked and then helplessly laughed: "Little Junior Sister, you’re truly ruthless."

After a lunch break, the afternoon’s filming continued.

At this time, a message popped up on Ye Wanlan’s phone.

[I Have Horns on My Head]: Arrived in South City, let me earn some money first, and then I’ll come to find you!

Ye Wanlan was thoughtful.

Earn money?

She looked around and noticed not far ahead, a figure with a huge box sat down crossed-legged and began setting up a stall.

Ye Wanlan’s pupils slightly narrowed as she walked forward unhurriedly.

The stall was simple, with a tree branch and several sachets.

"This is an amulet refined from a century-old tree by our Penglai Observatory. I won’t ask you for much, not 9999 but just 999." The young girl lifted her head, holding up a finger, "You can bring this century-old tree home, which will certainly prolong your life, with absolutely no deception!"

Ye Wanlan, without saying another word, took out her phone and scanned to make the payment.

Simultaneously, several messages popped up on her phone.

[I Have Horns on My Head]: Little Black and I are bringing you a gift. Little Black loves to watch beauties the most!

[I Have Horns on My Head]: Hey, by the way, people in South City are so gullible, hehe, I just made a bunch of incense money with a random stick I picked up, am I not a genius at making money?

[I Have Horns on My Head]: I’m here, where are you? I must see you at first sight!

Ye Wanlan did not reply on her phone, but instead looked down at the girl playing with her phone, and spoke very calmly: "You’ve earned the money, we can meet now."