Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 361 Zhou Hechen collapses upon seeing the Prince of Chu [1 more update]

Chapter 361: 361 Zhou Hechen collapses upon seeing the Prince of Chu [1 more update]

Zhou Hechen’s body tensed in an instant, and he sharply turned to look at Zhou Heyuan, whose expression was calm and collected, "You... what did you say?"

What did that sentence mean?

The extremely young female doctor that Madam Zhou had invited was actually Ye Wanlan?

How was that possible?!

He was very clear about Zhou Heyuan’s condition.

At the very beginning, there was a possibility that Zhou Heyuan could wake up; it was only that he had tampered with things, completely reducing that possibility to zero.

Several highly renowned doctors on the Divine Doctor List at the Global Center couldn’t save Zhou Heyuan, so how old was Ye Wanlan this year?

Only eighteen!

How did she save him?

Was Zhou Heyuan deliberately saying such things to deceive him?

Ridiculous, he would not fall for that!

"Big brother, you don’t have to deceive me with such talk," Zhou Hechen scoffed coldly, "Do you really think such absurd talk can affect me?"

But his trembling hands had already betrayed the unrest in his heart.

"Guess why she saved me?" Zhou Heyuan said with a light and indifferent air, "The Zhou Family had thoroughly humiliated her before this."

Before the Kang Family came knocking, Patriarch Zhou and Madam Zhou also looked down on Ye Wanlan, regarding her as someone unworthy to be brought into the limelight.

Zhou Hechen didn’t speak, but his breathing suddenly became heavier.

"Miss Ye saved me just to see you today," Zhou Heyuan smiled faintly, "Actions are watched by the heavens, little brother, do too many evil deeds, and retribution will surely come."

Zhou Hechen finally couldn’t hold back and roared out loud, "Zhou! Heyuan!"

"I know that even though you’re sitting here now, you won’t repent for your mistakes," Zhou Heyuan stood up, looking down at him, "It’s just regret that you weren’t more careful, to leave unscathed after taking my life, little brother, I understand you all too well."

Zhou Hechen’s eyes were a fierce red, his breaths heavier, he stared fiercely at Zhou Heyuan’s face, wishing he could kill his elder brother at this very moment.

Lose one step, and lose at every turn.

Zhou Heyuan didn’t pay any more attention to the furious Zhou Hechen and also left the room.

He had fulfilled the promise he made to Ye Wanlan, Zhou Hechen would spend his life in prison, never to come out.

**

In just one night, the Zhou Family faced a great change; the Patriarch of the Zhou Family immediately fell ill, and Madam Zhou also stepped back to take care of the Zhou Family Head.

After that, Zhou Corporation was wholly taken over by Zhou Heyuan.

In just a few months, four of the Five Major Families in Jiangcheng had changed their heads, causing the remaining Xu Family to inevitably be anxious.

But Xu Lu was unconcerned about this, the Xu Family was his, Xu Li was timid by nature and wouldn’t compete with him.

The illegitimate children had been easily crushed by him long ago, none able to threaten his position.

As for whether the other families changed their heads, what did that have to do with the Xu Family?

Xu Lu remained as arrogant as ever, and with Qin Yu’s constraints gone, even more brazen.

Regarding this matter, Qin Zhi made a special call to inquire with Ye Wanlan.

"The Xu Family will be left to you," Ye Wanlan nodded, "I still have many matters to handle, the Xu Family, no matter how strong, cannot contend with four families."

"No problem," Qin Zhi sighed with relief, "Leave this matter to us."

If someone had mentioned before that Jiangcheng’s major houses would unite, she wouldn’t have believed it.

But Ye Wanlan had actually managed to accomplish it.

Both she and Zhou Heyuan had great respect for Ye Wanlan.

While there may still be conflicts of interest between the families, they had cleverly reached a certain balance and constraint.

Under this relationship of checks and balances, the major houses ended up on the same boat.

Qin Zhi suddenly thought of something—

In ancient times, when emperors balanced their officials, it must have been like this as well, right?

It seems that Miss Ye was really born in the wrong era.

Qin Zhi shook her head with a sigh, picked up her phone to contact Zhou Heyuan, and prepared to discuss how to suppress the Xu Family.

**

Here, the Southern Frontier.

The plan for the program team today was to visit a village in the Southern Frontier to capture some local customs and practices.

The cultural heritage passed down in the Southern Frontier was very different from that of South City and Fengyuan, with most of the intangible aspect being dance and song, and the tangible aspect being various relics and swordcraft.

Compared to the southern and central regions, the Southern Frontier’s technological and economic development were also somewhat lagging behind, with many areas still unmodernized.

"Please be careful, teachers, not to eat anything carelessly during our shooting these few days," the director said seriously, "We’re not certain whether you’d get Gu in your food."

Shen Yeqiu was taken aback, "Is there really Gu?"

"Of course, there is," Xing Yue tossed a coin nonchalantly, "Ever heard of the simplest ’Peach Blossom Sha’ which makes you fall head over heels in love with someone, even if they look like a turtle?"

Shen Yeqiu became even more apprehensive, "Can... can this kind of Gu be cured?"

"It can be cured, but each person’s Gu-casting method is different, you have to find the caster," Xing Yue curled her lips, "I haven’t studied Gu, and I’m not sure I can cure it, so it’s best to be cautious."

"Teacher Shen is of such an age, it’s unlikely anyone would cast a ’Peach Blossom Sha’ on him," Xu Qingyu joked, lightening the mood, "Mr. Rong should be more careful."

Xing Yue looked at Rong Qi’s physique, "Right, those of you who practice the Great Purity Pulse are physically weaker; you do need to be particularly careful."

Rong Qi: "..."

His expression was cold, and displeased, as if he had eaten a fly.

To help the guests integrate better into the local Southern Frontier culture, the program team had also specially hired a guide to accompany them and provide explanations.

At the village entrance, Ye Wanlan saw a stone statue; she paused, stopping in her tracks.

That was... a statue of the Prince of Chu!

Seeing Ye Wanlan stop, the guide also smiled and explained a bit more, "The Prince of Chu guards the Southern Frontier, and the locals regard him as a protective deity, with his statues in several villages symbolizing that protection."

Ye Wanlan reached out and gently touched the statue.

Although exquisitely lifelike, the statue still couldn’t capture three-tenths of Xiang Qingtian’s spirit.

"Come have a look, take a look!" cried a small vendor, "These are freshly dug up, authentic guaranteed, false one pays back a hundred!"

There were many such hawkers around the scenic spot, ninety-nine percent selling fake goods to deceive people.

Even if some trinkets looked indeed delicate, the people really had no interest in looking.

Yet, Ye Wanlan squatted down.

As she did, the program crew stopped as well.

The director was unsure, "Not... really?"

Could it be that Miss Ye had discovered a real antique just like that?

Professor Shen and Professor Li exchanged a glance and also became cautious, beginning to search if any genuine antiques were mixed among the various stalls.

Ye Wanlan purposefully picked up an Iron Hook.

The Iron Hook was coated with plenty of dust and appeared dark and lusterless.

However, the moment Ye Wanlan picked up the Iron Hook, darkness suddenly descended upon her vision!

A flashback to history!

This time, the historical flashback commenced unknowingly!

Moments later, Ye Wanlan’s vision returned to clarity.

Before her was a vast battlefield and deafening sounds of combat.

The white sky turned crimson with the blaze, and rivers and mountains were littered with countless corpses.

It was a veritable Hell on Earth.

And before Ye Wanlan stood a man of tall and robust stature, a broad back that clearly belonged to someone long accustomed to the battlefield.

Ye Wanlan jolted in shock, "Uncle Wang?"

She had a premonition that she would see the historical flashback belonging to the Prince of Chu, but its sudden onset left her also somewhat stunned.

The Prince of Chu, only two years older than Princess Jingan, was in his prime at over thirty.

But having been exposed to the elements and leading countless battles in the Southern Frontier, his features were weathered, his lines even more rugged.

Clearly, the Southern Frontier was where the enemy first invaded, and the Northwest followed a bit later.

Xiang Qingtian’s cape was also stained with blood, yet he bit his fingertip, forced out blood, and knelt on one knee, drawing something on the ground.

"Humming—"

"Humming humming!"

As the blood was absorbed by the soil, the space began to tremble.

In the next second, an image slowly formed.

The scene displayed was none other than the Northwest guarded by He Jia.

Ye Wanlan’s expression grew stern.

This was the ancient communication technique!

A Secret Technique not passed down outside of the Four Kings!

Even if separated by thousands or tens of thousands of miles, they could use this Secret Technique to communicate.

However, Secret Techniques are just that – secrets. At least after He Jia became the King of Yan, he never used this Secret Technique, precisely because it inflicted severe damage on the body.

It was not to be used unless absolutely necessary.

The Prince of Chu initiating the ancient communication technique at this moment clearly meant he was no longer concerned about his life.

Ye Wanlan suddenly understood; the Prince of Chu was sending intelligence ahead to the King of Yan, hoping the King of Yan could defeat the enemy with foreknowledge of their tactics.

For Xiang Qingtian knew that alone, he could not do it.

But he could pave the way for those to come with his life and even his spirit.

The blood flowed ever more, and the image gradually became clearer—

The ancient communication technique was about to take shape!

Xiang Qingtian stood amid the sky filled with sword rain, with fire still raining from above, the firelight reflecting his resilient face and resolute brows.

Dawn’s first light, the torch of the great path.

Willing to be the first to die alone.[Note 1]