Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 359 Continuing to Trash the Scum, Prince Xiang Qingtian of Chu! [1 more]

Chapter 359: 359 Continuing to Trash the Scum, Prince Xiang Qingtian of Chu! [1 more]

The more he listened, Zhou Hechen felt the anger in his chest growing more and more intense.

He had never imagined that Sheng Yunyi was up to these acts in secret; in his mind, Sheng Yunyi had always been a pure and harmless figure of kindness and benevolence.

On rainy days, Sheng Yunyi would even go out of her way to hold an umbrella over rain-drenched kittens, regardless of getting wet herself.

Had such a weak and pure exterior hidden such a venomous heart?

Sheng Yunyi’s breathing also grew more difficult as she looked at Zhou Hechen in fear, doubting for the first time that Zhou Hechen really intended to kill her.

"There’s, there’s more. I deliberately provoked Qin Yu to look for Ye Wanlan, wanting to see Ye Wanlan tormented to death by him," Sheng Yunyi cried and hit his hand, "Hechen, I’ve told you everything, let go already!"

However, this statement was the one that snapped the last strand in Zhou Hechen’s mind.

Had Sheng Yunyi not interfered, the plot orchestrated by Qin Yu to assassinate Zhou Heyuan in a car accident would not have been discovered.

With Zhou Heyuan unconscious, his power and status in the Zhou Family would remain unshaken by anybody else.

Zhou Hechen, furious beyond measure, still did not let go; instead, he flung Sheng Yunyi away.

With a "bang," Sheng Yunyi’s head struck a cabinet. She felt a searing pain, then everything went black as she fainted.

Zhou Hechen left her lying there, not caring in the slightest as he exited the villa.

**

During the production of "Treasures of The Divine Land," the discovery of many new historical sites led to the invitation of Rong Qi, the heir of the Great Purity Pulse, and Xing Yue, the Young Temple Master of Penglai Observatory, ensuring that the show’s popularity stayed high.

[Where did the crew shoot today? When will they wrap up and launch globally, I can’t wait.]

[News from a local southern frontier informant: the crew has already moved to the former residence of the Prince of Chu today! They definitely started with Prince Xiang Qingtian of Chu, but with other sites like Mount Beiming and the remnants of the Divine Strategy Army in the Southern Frontier, I wonder where the crew will go next.]

[Mount Beiming? Hasn’t that turned into a haunted mountain? The crew has already encountered so many dangers; if they actually go into Mount Beiming to film, can they even make it out?]

[Why film the Prince of Chu? I don’t like him one bit, he once even tried to assassinate Ning Zhaozong. If Zhaozong hadn’t been merciful, he should have executed him upon his ascension to the throne.]

[The Prince of Chu can be considered a hero of his time, but unfortunately, Zhaozong really did surpass him in every way. When looking at historical figures, we can’t just judge from one perspective.]

The former residence of the Prince of Chu is a AAAAA-level tourist spot in the Southern Frontier, but the prince’s mansion looks rather simple and certainly not like a noble’s dwelling.

Moreover, considering how buildings were destroyed and collapsed during the great war, the mansion appeared even more dilapidated.

Even after repairs by later generations, the comfort level of the estate was not even comparable to that of some fifth-ranking officials.

Such living conditions are distinctly at odds with the Prince of Chu’s character, known for his talented and unconventional nature and disdainful arrogance.

This has only made the image of the Prince of Chu even more contradictory to posterity.

Unlike the King of Yan, this young god of war still has numerous fervent admirers in later generations, the Prince of Chu, having once vied for the throne with Ning Zhaozong, is constantly reviled by the fans of Zhaozong.

"History books comment on the death of the Prince of Chu in but a single sentence," Professor Shen spoke with a melancholy tone, "Born in a time of chaos, departed amid conquest."

"But exactly how the Prince of Chu died is not clearly recorded in history," Professor Li continued, "We can confirm he died in battle, most likely following the King of Yan and the King of Qin."

With two professors providing an educational briefing, other guests and the crew listened attentively.

"No..." Ye Wanlan’s expression shifted as she murmured under her breath.

She closed her eyes, remembering her first encounter with historical retrospection.

She had seen with her own eyes the lengthy letter He Jia had written to her, which said—

"Uncle Wang is also very fond of you, it’s just that he also likes to tease you."

In her memory, the Prince of Chu was indeed a man filled with contradictions.

He would stand in the Imperial Court and argue with Ning Zhaozong, even going so far as to draw his sword in the end.

He would also be the first to stand up when invaders approached the border, leading troops to repel them.

And in that retrospective moment, Ye Wanlan of course also remembered what He Jia had said—

"Uncle Wang has fallen, the Southern Frontier could not be held."

This also recalled to her a past life, when she finally became so angry with the Prince of Chu after his multiple teases that they had a huge argument.

After the Prince of Chu had apologized, his expression suddenly became serious, "Yongning, sitting atop the throne that thousands look up to isn’t a simple matter, as the burden on you will be heavier, and while you will face much malice, kindness will come too."

At that time, she had only recently entered the East Palace, still learning from the Imperial Tutor Han Yunsheng and the Female Prime Minister Shen Mingshu.

"But fear not, if the sky falls, Uncle will hold it up for you," the Prince of Chu said again, "Uncle is more than a decade younger than your father. Even after he is buried, Uncle will guard this throne for you."

He had always enjoyed speaking such blasphemous words, where every word could cost a head.

But Prince Xiang Qingtian did keep his word; he became the first of the Four Directions Nobility to die, the first of the Xiang Imperial Family to fall in the war.

And throughout his life, he remained committed to his promise, eternally guarding the Southern Frontier, never to return to Fengyuan unless summoned.

This promise also seemed to be a prophetic decree; after his death, his presence was still felt across the vast lands of the Southern Frontier.

Ye Wanlan lifted her head, her gaze distant.

More than the crew, she herself hoped to find more traces of the Prince of Chu.

Perhaps there was a relic of the Prince of Chu that would allow her to witness history retrospectively and vindicate him.

After leaving the Prince of Chu’s mansion, it was already two in the afternoon. At this time in the Southern Frontier, if it’s not raining, the sun is extremely harsh.

The director had already arranged a visit to a teahouse with centuries of history, a rare ancient structure that had survived the war three hundred years ago.

"Everyone please sit," the director invited warmly, "The traditional tea-making here is unparalleled; you must try it."

However, since getting to know Yan Tingfeng, all the tea Ye Wanlan had drunk was brewed by him, and ordinary tea no longer suited her taste.

"The tea is good, but compared to your skills, it falls short by quite a bit," Ye Wanlan sighed, "If one day you’re gone, I’m afraid I won’t be able to enjoy these teas anymore."

Upon hearing this, Yan Tingfeng’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, "Why wouldn’t I be around?"

"Just speaking thoughtlessly," Ye Wanlan smiled lightly, "But after all, in this world, no one can accompany someone for a lifetime."

She had already lost too much.

"Ding-ling-ling—"

The sound of a ringing phone broke the silence as Ye Wanlan answered, "Hello?"

"Miss Ye," it was Zhou Heyuan on the other end as he coughed lightly, "I’m truly sorry, I said I would make my younger brother disappear from your sight forever, but I didn’t expect he would still seek you out. After today, such things will not happen again."

Ye Wanlan raised an eyebrow, her voice calm, "It’s okay. Since you’ve already set the stage, I don’t mind being the first to applaud."

"You added fuel to the fire quite well, Miss Ye," Zhou Heyuan chuckled, "Now that my brother has confirmed that the person who really saved his life is dead, after being deceived by Sheng Yunyi and Madam Sheng, he’s nearly gone mad."

First deprived of power, and now of his mental dependents, the current Zhou Hechen was indeed hardly different from a madman.

And a madman is the most prone to acting rashly.

Whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad.

Ye Wanlan smiled faintly, "Then I await the good news from the eldest son."

The call ended, and Zhou Heyuan looked to his confidant, "Where is Hechen?"

"He hasn’t returned to the Zhou Family since leaving the villa in the eastern part of the city yesterday," his confidant replied respectfully. "He’s probably been too deeply shocked to recover for a while."

"Shock is true, but he will recover," Zhou Heyuan closed the file, speaking indifferently, "I will personally handle today’s business negotiation; you are responsible for driving."

The confidant was taken aback and urgently said, "President Zhou, your body—"

Zhou Heyuan raised his hand to stop what he was about to say, smiling meaningfully, "The stage is set, the show must go on."

Zhou Heyuan’s guess was right; Zhou Hechen had indeed suffered a tremendous shock, but instead of falling into despair, he became resolute about one thing—

Zhou Heyuan must die.

With Zhou Heyuan dead, even if Patriarch Zhou and Madam Zhou suspected or were certain that Hechen bore responsibility, he would be the only son left to inherit the Zhou Corporation.

Then, Patriarch Zhou and Madam Zhou would also keep him safe.

After confirming Zhou Heyuan’s schedule for the day from his subordinate, Zhou Hechen took action.

Coincidentally, Zhou Heyuan’s car would pass through a short stretch of mountain road, and right ahead on the mountain path lay a sheer cliff.

A fall from there would leave no corpse behind.

Without any hesitation, Zhou Hechen drove straight toward Zhou Heyuan’s car.

"Screech—"

With a loud crash, the two cars collided; the one in front was pushed toward the edge of the cliff, while the car behind did not slow down and continued to rush forward.

"Boom!"

"Ah—murder!"

A cry of horror rose as the front car tumbled down the cliff, followed by a thunderous noise.

Zhou Hechen stopped the car, watching emotionlessly ahead, and chuckled coldly, "Big brother, you better rest in peace now."

"Who are you telling to rest in peace?" Zhou Heyuan stepped out from another car, hands clasped behind his back.