Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 395 Who is Yan Tingfeng in the end? [1 more update]

Chapter 395: 395 Who is Yan Tingfeng in the end? [1 more update]

After waking up, Yan Tingfeng had also tried to search for the Shence Right Talisman, hoping to unite both parts of the Shence Army Tiger Talisman and then donate it to the Yunjing Museum.

Yet, no matter how long he searched, he could not find any trace of the Right Talisman.

He had considered that the Right Talisman might have been plundered by the Beilu People three hundred years ago, but he had never imagined it would turn up in a market of such replicas.

"Without the Left Talisman, it indeed cannot be called the Shence Army Tiger Talisman," Xiang Shaoyu frowned. "I’ve also searched for the Tiger Talisman’s whereabouts to no avail."

Yan Tingfeng came back to reality and lifted his hand, gently touching the Shence Right Talisman in Ye Wanlan’s palm, paused, then smiled, "Xiao Wan, don’t trouble yourself, the Shence Left Talisman is with me."

As soon as he said this, swish, the gazes of both Ye Wanlan and Xiang Shaoyu focused on him.

"With you?" Xiang Shaoyu’s voice rose sharply, "Why didn’t you say so earlier?!"

"Why should I?" Yan Tingfeng replied unhurriedly. "You never asked me."

Xiang Shaoyu: "...But you could have just said it!"

Although the Shence Army Tiger Talisman was jointly forged by the Divine Strategy Army and the Xiang Imperial Family, it was considered a relic of the Xiang Imperial Family.

He, of course, wanted to collect it all.

"That’s good," Ye Wanlan sighed in relief. "Let’s wait until we return to Shenzhou and then piece together the Left and Right Talisman."

"Mm," nodded Yan Tingfeng softly. "If Xiao Wan is in a hurry, I can have Bing He and the others send it over now."

"No rush, safety is important," Ye Wanlan shook her head. "It’s only back in Shenzhou that I can relax."

The Qingyun Pendant cheered, "With both the Left and Right Talisman united, you’re sure to remember your past."

The Shence Army Tiger Talisman sobbed, "Thank you, little Qingyun."

"Don’t cry now, really, no more tears!" The Qingyun Pendant panicked. "Her Royal Highness the Princess promised to take you home, so you’ll definitely be able to go home!"

The Shence Army Tiger Talisman just cried, unable to be consoled no matter what was said.

"Enough, shut up," the Jade Luan Pin said irritably. "Although we haven’t seen the light of day for hundreds of years, we were at least on the land of Shenzhou. But it? It’s been tormented in a foreign land for hundreds of years; crying out the bad emotions is also a good thing."

The Qingyun Pendant huffed, "You sure know a lot."

"I was taught by Ah Yin," the Jade Luan Pin proudly stated. "Ah Yin always liked to take care of others, so naturally, she could also discern the thoughts of people’s hearts."

"The banquet is at seven tonight; there are still a few hours left," Yan Tingfeng reached out his hand to tidy Ye Wanlan’s hair beside her temples, speaking gently, "Xiao Wan, rest a bit first, and then we can set off."

After returning to the room, Yan Tingfeng took out his tools and began brewing tea.

This ancient tea brewing skill was something he learned only after waking up.

After waking up, he knew that because of that great war, the intent to kill was too strong in him; hence, he sought a high monk to learn how to calm his inner self.

Thus, he got into the habit of brewing tea.

Xiang Shaoyu walked around Yan Tingfeng once and said, "I feel something’s not right."

Yan Tingfeng remained calm, still brewing tea with his bare hands: "What’s not right?"

"According to historical records, the Shence Left Talisman definitely should be in the hands of Marshal Huo Jingyu of the Divine Strategy Army." He pondered, "Such an important item, Marshal Huo surely wouldn’t have given it up; therefore, the Left Talisman should be buried with his remains."

Upon hearing this, Yan Tingfeng’s brows raised, "Makes sense, go on."

"Although Marshal Huo’s body has not been found to this day, it can be certain that he died in the Southern Frontier," Xiang Shaoyu continued his analysis. "The Southern Ming Principality is south of Shenzhou, just like the Northern Lands, but they entered Shenzhou through the Southern Frontier and plundered many cultural relics and antiques, so—"

Yan Tingfeng looked at him with a smile, encouraging him to continue, "So?"

"So, the Shence Left Talisman either lies buried with Marshal Huo, or it was stolen by the thieves of the Southern Ming Principality." Xiang Shaoyu stared intently into Yan Tingfeng’s eyes. "If Brother Yan found the Shence Left Talisman, you should also find out where Marshal Huo was buried."

"You truly are the Xiang Family’s Young Family Head," Yan Tingfeng’s eyes curved, his words floated lightly, "Capital Circle’s Crown Prince."

Xiang Shaoyu: "...Can you not use such an embarrassing title to describe me?"

"I am praising your intelligence and resourcefulness," Yan Tingfeng smiled warmly. "Your analysis is logical, indeed, no issue with it."

This coincided with the historians’ deductions too.

But history was far from simple on the surface and could not be inferred from established facts because, beneath grand righteousness, there’s also the smaller love.

Yan Tingfeng’s thoughts drifted back to that disastrous war.

As Shence had fallen, it signified that the first line of defense of the Martial World had been completely breached.

At such a time, even those completely inept at fighting, the Taiyi Medical Practitioner and the Master of Great Purity, had no choice but to rush to the battlefield.

Some Taiyi healers were relocated, and after ensuring their safety, Shui Yunqing, in the last moments of her life, placed the Left Talisman in his hands.

She failed to rescue Huo Jingyu, and this Left Talisman was the last thing left by him.

But the Left Talisman was precious and should have been handed over to someone who could use it.

Perhaps at that time, Shui Yunqing did not expect that even the Tower Master of Highest Heaven Tower, hailed as the "First Person of the Jianghu," could not prevent the war.

Yan Tingfeng’s eyelashes lowered gently as he caressed where his heart was.

There were many things he promised Shui Yunqing that he had yet to fulfill.

"So, why is the Left Talisman with you?" Xiang Shaoyu questioned again. "You have possessions of Jianghu people and the Imperial Court alike, Brother Yan, exactly what did your ancestors do?"

Yan Tingfeng did not respond but instead placed a cup of freshly brewed tea in front of Xiang Shaoyu: "With one more cup of tea, all the questions are forgotten."

Xiang Shaoyu fell silent, then sighed after a while, "Fine, if you don’t want to say, then don’t."

He took the cup of tea and drank slowly, but the doubts in his heart intensified.

Once back in Yunjing, he must get to the bottom of things at the Rong Family.

**

At six-thirty in the evening, Matvey sent someone to pick up Xiang Shaoyu.

"Young Master Shaoyu, long time no see, your charm remains unchanged," he said with a smile that lacked much respect. "You don’t know how much I’ve given up to broker this for you."

Xiang Shaoyu said lightly, "The so-called giving up, is that just standing at the door and not letting us in?"

"Young Master Shaoyu misunderstands. Just before the banquet starts, a round of shooting is needed to set the mood," Matvey’s gaze fell on Ye Wanlan and Yan Tingfeng. "I wonder which of your men will go first?"

He naturally assumed Ye Wanlan and Yan Tingfeng were servants of Xiang Shaoyu, only marveling for a moment that this time the servants were quite outstanding in appearance.

"What shooting?" Xiang Shaoyu’s voice deepened. "Stop talking in riddles here, just speak plainly."

"Young Master Shaoyu has been to the Northern Lands a few times, how can you still be unaware of our customs?" Matvey chuckled. "Shooting is the most common game at banquets, like Pitch-Pot in Shenzhou."

Xiang Shaoyu’s expression turned cold, "We don’t have a rule to spill blood after Pitch-Pot."

Of course, he knew about such cruel rules of the Northern Lands.

"So one has to follow the rules of the place they’re in," Matvey’s smile remained. "Young Master Shaoyu, don’t forget, your goal this time is to meet Old Mr. Sergei and exchange for the antique you desire."

Xiang Shaoyu’s eyes flashed with thin anger, "Matvey, you—"

Ye Wanlan patted his shoulder lightly, asking, "What are the rules of this shooting game?"

Matvey glanced over Ye Wanlan with a hint of disdain: "It’s quite simple; each person has ten bullets in total, starting from the sixth shot, the two with the lowest ring count get eliminated each round until only two people are left."

"These two continue to compete with ten shots to determine the winner, and the lucky one might gain an audience with His Majesty."

Ye Wanlan’s expression remained neutral, "You haven’t mentioned the most crucial part yet."

"Oh, of course, those who are eliminated in the first round must be punished," Matvey said meaningfully. "Just cutting some flesh, shedding some blood; it won’t make much difference."

Xiang Shaoyu’s gaze turned ice cold, "The losers of the last shooting game are already buried in the graveyard."

This was a game for the high and mighty.

They only cared for the spectacle of the game and not the lives; bloodshed made them even more excited.

"It seems Shenzhou has grown so weak that you dare not even pick up a gun," Matvey sneered. "Then you better roll out of here fast; you’re not qualified to attend tonight’s banquet."