Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 365 Yan Tingfeng: Such a bold statement【1 update】

Chapter 365: 365 Yan Tingfeng: Such a bold statement【1 update】

Since we’ve arrived in Youlan Village, we must follow the rules set by their villagers.

Even the staff from the Archaeological Center and Cultural Relics Bureau must humble themselves here.

"So, let’s just do that," the village chief took a few more puffs of his pipe and sighed. "We truly mean no harm to them, but who would have expected them to find Princess Yongning’s artifacts right here in our village?"

The young man nodded, "Chief, don’t worry. What belongs to us, they cannot take away. When my granny returns tomorrow, we’ll discuss this further."

**

At this very moment, inside the house, Ye Wanlan spread open the scroll.

Under the lamp light, the characters on the scroll became even clearer.

Aside from the four characters "Flourishing Divine Land," the upper left corner also read "For Uncle Wang," and the lower right corner was signed by Princess Yongning, along with her seal.

After finishing their examination, both Professor Shen and Professor Li couldn’t help but gasp.

This was actually a complete and undamaged genuine work of Princess Yongning.

The few genuine works of Princess Yongning currently held in the Yunjing Museum were all damaged to varying degrees.

Even after being restored by art conservators, they still couldn’t achieve perfect condition.

Hence, the value of this genuine work before their eyes was evidently immense.

"It really is written by Princess Yongning for the Prince of Chu," Professor Shen murmured. "The paper has survived three hundred years without decaying. It’s too precious."

Having said this, she looked solemnly and said, "Wanlan, you found this item, so it is up to you to decide its fate."

"Let’s donate it to the Yunjing Museum," Ye Wanlan smiled faintly. "Since the Prince of Chu treasured the words ’Flourishing Divine Land,’ it proves he wasn’t like what the historical records claim."

"Alright," Professor Shen said solemnly. "Rest assured, we will handle this matter with great caution."

To completely overturn and reconstruct the image of a historical figure is indeed an enormous undertaking.

Ye Wanlan nodded and was about to place the scroll back into the jade box.

"Xiao Wan, wait," Yan Tingfeng suddenly spoke up. "It seems we missed something."

He reached out and gently pulled out one end of the scroll.

Subsequently, a little paper ball rolled out from within.

"What’s this?" Professor Shen picked up the paper ball carefully and unfolded it.

The handwriting on the paper ball was a bit sloppy, but one could still recognize the strong foundation of the person who wrote it.

—If Uncle Wang bullies me again, I will ignore him forever.

Following this sentence, there was another statement, the handwriting rougher.

—Uncle is sorry. Next time when I return to Fengyuan to see you, I’ll make sure not to draw a mustache on your face again.

Professor Shen and Professor Li were profoundly moved.

At that moment, the historical value of the paper ball skyrocketed.

This was a dialogue between Princess Yongning and the Prince of Chu!

Ye Wanlan was taken aback.

Time had indeed passed too long; even she had forgotten planting such a paper ball within the scroll.

At that time, she was only eleven years old, age equivalent to a primary school student today.

Perhaps it was because she had lived for a very long time, so long that she could no longer remember she too had a childhood, a period of innocence like a child.

Or perhaps it was because the burdens placed upon her were too vast, and she had forfeited the playfulness common to other children from a very early age.

Ye Wanlan turned away her head and gently blinked, her tears ultimately falling in silence.

They were scorching hot as they landed on the back of her hand.

Regrettably, in this lifetime, she might never see the Prince of Chu again.

"This item is also of great value," Professor Shen said cautiously as she took out tools to lay the paper ball flat and placed it inside a box. "It’s one of the most important pieces of historical evidence."

"It’s late at night, and you two professors should rest," Yan Tingfeng coughed a few times. "Xiao Wan, I’ll escort you back to rest as well."

Without further ado, he grasped Ye Wanlan’s hand and handed her a napkin with the other.

"I’m fine," Ye Wanlan had already calmed her emotions, slightly tilting her head upward. "I just sometimes wonder, why did such good people have to die so young?"

Yan Tingfeng was also taken aback; a few seconds later, he slowly said, "At least, they had no regrets."

Just like he possessed such a frail body, sometimes weaker than a clumsy child, yet he had no regrets.

If given another chance, he would still make the same choice.

He just hated, hated that he wasn’t strong enough.

"I’ll make a trip to Yunjing myself and take the items to Yunjing Museum," Ye Wanlan lifted her head. "As for the show, I’ll bother you with it."

Youlan Village seemed peaceful, but beneath its calm exterior, she could sense the surging undercurrents.

Xiang Qingtian had once written her a letter from the Southern Frontier, saying he had learned Gu Art, promising to show her when he returned to Fengyuan.

Regrettably, this promise remained unfulfilled until her death.

So, there must be someone in Youlan Village who had mastered gu.

Now that she had discovered new artifacts, it’s not impossible for the villagers of Youlan Village to get ideas.

"Rest assured and go," Yan Tingfeng blinked gently, smiling. "None of your worries will happen, leave it to me."

He would always provide her with the strongest support.

**

The next day, in the afternoon, as the sun was setting,

the village was full of towering trees, hiding the sunset, and not allowing the light to penetrate; only a few sparse lamps illuminated the village.

If it weren’t for the bonfire illuminating the surroundings, the place would be too sinister and frightening.

The village chief specially invited all the villagers who could cook to prepare a grand feast, welcoming the crew of "Treasures of The Divine Land."

During the meal, the chief brought out aged fine wine, filling up cups one by one for the director and Producer Liu and others.

"This wine is medicinal, strengthening the body. You must all take a few sips to make your trip worthwhile."

"Chief, you are too kind," the director waved his hands repeatedly. "Being able to come here to film and experience the local customs is already a wonderful thing."

The village chief smiled with deep meaning: "Yes, if you had not come here to film, there wouldn’t have been such a great discovery."

The director frowned, sensing something was wrong: "Chief, the great discovery you’re talking about..."

"Chief, there’s really no need to stand on ceremony with them anymore," the young man slowly stood up. "If you keep being so polite, they might really think they are here as guests!"

With a "clang," glasses were smashed down, and the director felt powerless, his flesh aching.

His face changed: "But we have a contract with you!"

The village chief puffed on his pipe: "I don’t know what a contract is."

What a joke, with such fortune at his fingertips, would he care about a contract?

"Director, let’s not mince words. We’ll be direct with you," the young man smiled slightly. "Hand over all the antiques and cultural relics you’ve found in our Youlan Village or else, today, you may not be able to leave here alive."

Gritting his teeth, the director kept silent.

"Oh, right, of course, I know your crew has also invited the Young Temple Master from Penglai Observatory, very remarkable," the young man clapped his hands lightly. "But Taoist Arts are Taoist Arts, Gu Art is Gu Art. Do you understand it?"

Xing Yue’s expression became a few degrees colder.

Indeed, Taoist Arts and Gu Art were vastly different; she knew Taoist Arts but was completely ignorant about Gu Art.

The sachets she gave to the director and others could prevent ordinary hex parasites, but if the Hex Parasite entered the body and the Gu Art had taken effect, the sachets would become useless.

She often heard the Master of Penglai Observatory talk about the power of Gu Art, how it could torture people to the point of preferring death, and that Gu Art had one particular feature—

Even the same Gu Art would differ depending on the practitioner.

Simply put, only the person who cast the gu could undo it.

Unless another Gu Master was significantly more powerful, they would still be powerless.

"Behave yourselves!" The young man’s expression turned ferocious. "Don’t force me to kill you!"

"Clap, clap, clap—"

The sound of unhurried applause came from behind everyone, breaking the stale atmosphere.

The young man whipped around: "Who?!"

Who was so lacking in sense to be clapping at this time?

"What a bold statement," Yan Tingfeng spoke indifferently.