Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 416 You’re actually Princess Yongning, right? [2 updates]

Chapter 416: 416 You’re actually Princess Yongning, right? [2 updates]

The Jiangcheng Lin Family could not compare to the Yunjing Lin Family, but when all their assets were added up, they amounted to a ten-digit figure.

Since they were expelled from the Lin Family, Lin Qingwen and Madam Lin could no longer stay in Harbor City, mainly because the cost of living there was high, and they were both accustomed to a life of luxury and could not find jobs.

In the end, they could only temporarily settle in a small city, which felt like decades of torment to them over the past few months.

Finally, they got the chance they had been waiting for.

Lin Weilan was dying, and this was a cause for great joy!

"Mother fell severely ill?" Lin Woyu’s expression was full of disgust, "Hurry up and scram, you’re not welcome here!"

"Sister, listen to yourself," Lin Qingwen did not get angry but replied with a faint smile, "The news of Mother’s critical illness spread all over Harbor City. How could I possibly stay away knowing that?"

"What did you say?" Lin Woyu’s expression changed, "Harbor City?"

After all, the Jiangcheng Lin Family was merely a branch of the Yunjing Lin Family, not particularly noteworthy.

No matter how dazzling Lin Weilan might have been forty years ago, over such a long period, anyone who hadn’t accomplished anything significant could be buried by time.

Lin Weilan was not a significant figure; how could the news of her critical illness have spread throughout Harbor City?

"Sister, you’re blocking my way to see Mother, which is very undutiful of you," Lin Qingwen reached out, impatiently pushing Lin Woyu aside, "Mother? Mother, I’m here to see you—"

His words got stuck in his throat the moment he saw Lin Weilan sitting at the dining table.

"Bastard!" Lin Weilan scolded coldly, "Who allowed you to return to the Lin Family without my permission?"

The assertiveness that Lin Qingwen displayed in front of Lin Woyu vanished completely when he faced Lin Weilan, where he became fearful and humble, "Mother, you..."

Seeing Lin Weilan like this, where did she look ill?

Who in the world was spreading such false news!

Lin Qingwen was seething inside, but he dared not show his anger, managing only to say with a forced smile, "Mother, I’m just here to see you, really no other reason. Your health has always been fragile; how are you lately?"

As he said this, he tried to move closer to examine her, only to be rebuked again by Lin Weilan, "Get out!"

"Mother, I’m leaving!" panicked, Lin Qingwen’s legs turned to jelly, "I’ll leave, you take care."

He and Madam Lin hastily left the Lin Family Old House.

"Lin Qingwen, you are just a coward!" Madam Lin said in frustration, "Your mother must be at death’s door, why keep pretending? Are you scared?"

"What do you know?" Lin Qingwen clutched his chest, still frightened, "What if my mother is just fine? Angering her would make it hard for even us to leave alive!"

Madam Lin was taken aback, "What?"

She’s just an ordinary person who doesn’t have access to high society, let alone the secrets of the top families.

Madam Lin only believed that the Heavenly Music Method was a fictitious martial art from wuxia novels, impossible to exist in reality.

"Let’s go," Lin Qingwen urged her, "The news must have come from somewhere; there are other powers targeting Mother. We wait until they clash, and then we’ll be the winners benefiting from their dispute."

**

Lin Family Old House, dining room.

"Alright, now that the irrelevant people have gone, let’s continue," Lin Weilan coughed a few times, "Don’t look at me, continue eating."

Everyone picked up their chopsticks and ate as usual, but they all felt uneasy inside.

Lin Qin’s head was lowered, tears falling into her rice bowl, but she remained silent.

After dinner, Lin Weilan called Ye Wanlan to the study.

"Grandma," Ye Wanlan finally spoke, "Please sit down and rest. Which book would you like? I’ll get it for you."

"It’s the one right in front of us," Lin Weilan said with a smile and a shake of her head, "I can’t rest, I can’t afford to."

Ye Wanlan took the book, noticing the words "Heavenly Sound Sect" on the cover, and paused in surprise.

Lin Weilan opened the book, its pages yellowed with age.

The book was nearly sixty years old but well-preserved.

She turned to the page—

"In the year 1723 of the Shenzhou Calendar, during the Yongshun Period, Fengyuan fell, and the Heavenly Sound Sect Leader Lin Fanyin died from exhaustion; the eldest disciple sister Lin Wanci died with arrows piercing her heart; over seven thousand disciples from the sect perished in battle, none survived.

From that point on, the Heavenly Sound Sect was annihilated."

Lin Weilan gently stroked the page of the historical record, "From my youth, I grew up listening to these stories, they left an indelible impression."

Ye Wanlan listened quietly.

Unlike other members of the Lin Family, she had truly witnessed the annihilation of the Heavenly Sound Sect.

It was excruciatingly brutal.

She saw the eldest disciple sister Lin Wanci, despite irreconcilable personal disputes with Lin Fanyin, step forward in the critical moment to allow Lin Fanyin to escape.

Because at that time, it was no longer about individuals but about the entirety of Shenzhou.

"A while back, through the ’Treasures of The Divine Land’ program, you found the tomb of Ancestor Fanyin, and that put my heart at ease," Lin Weilan said with a smile, "I took a long sigh of relief."

Hearing this, Ye Wanlan felt a sudden shock.

People live on breath.

This saying has always been around, and it remains valid today.

Taiyi Medical Practitioners have always believed that this breath is the essence of life.

When the breath gathers, there is life; when it scatters, there is death.

So, when this breath is let go, it signifies that the patient himself no longer has the will to live, and even if the Taiyi Divine Doctor were to come back to life, there would be no saving them.

This breath may be an obsession or regret.

When obsession and regret no longer exist, that breath dissipates.

Currently, Lin Weilan was evidently in such a state.

She had held on for far too long, and her body could no longer bear it.

Only Lin Weilan’s unresolved obsession had kept her going for over forty years.

One was her fear of leaving her descendants unattended.

The other was unavenged national and family hatred.

But with glimmers of victory for both issues, Lin Weilan’s sustaining breath was nearing its end.

Ye Wanlan’s fingers trembled, "Grandma, if..."

If her body had not been punctured, she would have had enough time in four years to train the Taiyi Acupuncture Technique to the Ninth Layer.

If she could bring the Taiyi Acupuncture Technique to the Ninth Layer, she could use the Life and Death Needle.

Even though it would consume much of her essence, qi, and blood, it would be worth it to save Lin Weilan.

Regrettably, there are no ifs.

"Ah Lan, this is a good thing," Lin Weilan’s smile deepened, "If Ancestor Fanyin’s tomb were not found, how could more people realize all that the Heavenly Sound Sect had sacrificed for Shenzhou?"

Heroes have never feared death; facing their enemies, they already knew their fate.

Even if Lin Fanyin couldn’t foresee whether Shenzhou’s future would meet her expectations and regain its prosperity, she still faced her death with equanimity.

Such is the hero of Shenzhou.

Shenzhou has never had deities descending; only mortals attaining holiness.

They form a strong line of defense with their flesh and blood.

"It is just unfortunate that even to this day, we have not identified the enemies from three hundred years ago," Lin Weilan mumbled, "These invaders of Shenzhou and those from the Nanling Sea are different."

Ye Wanlan’s eyes darkened.

Thus, she faced two sets of enemies lurking in the darkness.

Lin Weilan closed her eyes slightly, "I don’t know if I’ll see this vendetta settled; at least, I won’t see it."

Throughout history, any foreign forces daring to take up arms against Shenzhou have either been beaten and fled or were assimilated by Shenzhou. Yet, Shenzhou lost utterly in the battle three hundred years ago.

That grudge remained unavenged to this day.

"We, the younger generations, dare not forget for a moment," Lin Weilan murmured, "Ah Lan, I dare not forget for even a moment!"

"Yes," Ye Wanlan took a deep breath, "I dare not forget."

Lin Weilan looked down quietly at the recorded page.

"Grandma, we haven’t found father yet; he surely misses you too," Ye Wanlan spoke in a low voice, "You’ll be alright, I promise. You will definitely see how we avenge this."

The Yunjing Lin Family, Lin Zhushuang, Nanling Sea... she remembered them all.

Suddenly, Lin Weilan grasped Ye Wanlan’s hand, her eyes sparkling with determination, "Ah Lan, you are actually Princess Yongning, aren’t you?"