Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 419 Yan Tingfeng: Who Dares to Move [1 More]

Chapter 419: 419 Yan Tingfeng: Who Dares to Move [1 More]

Old Madam Kang said, "That Ye Wanlan is also a troublemaker, a rebel through and through, just like her mother who always wears a deadpan face. This time, no matter what, we must bring her back, even if it means dragging her by force."

No matter how arrogant Ye Wanlan was, she was still just a girl under twenty.

The Kang Family is the leading family in Harbor City. Can they not handle a Ye Wanlan?

"That makes sense," Old Master Kang adjusted his glasses, "Let’s gather our people and head to Jiangcheng right now."

**

On the other side, at the Yunjing Lin Family.

"Miss Shiyuan, there were some discrepancies with the plan during its execution, resulting in the loss of a guard team," the young man bowed his head, trembling, "When they went to the branch family to seize the Secluded Zither, Lin Weilan was, unexpectedly, not yet dead."

The sound of a zither halted.

Lin Shiyuan’s hands covered the zither strings, and her eyes narrowed deeply, "At that time, she was not dead? Who was saving her?"

Over the years, information about Lin Weilan had continuously been delivered from Jiangcheng to the main family, and she had made a specific assessment of Lin Weilan’s health condition.

Originally, Lin Weilan was supposed to have died last year, but she had not.

At that time, she suspected that the Jiangcheng Lin Family had hired a famous doctor to prolong Lin Weilan’s life, thus forcefully sustaining her for another year.

This time, she was certain Lin Weilan would undoubtedly die, but she had again outlived her expected demise?

What kind of Divine Doctor could repeatedly prolong the life of the doomed Lin Weilan until now?

Lin Shiyuan had always been known as the Female Zhuge in the capital, not because she was the Master of Great Purity, but because she could predict future outcomes accurately through various tangible evidence and insights into human nature.

However, in the past few months, she had repeatedly hit barriers.

Lin Shiyuan’s gaze darkened.

What exactly was it that kept eluding her control?

This feeling was indeed very displeasing to her.

"Miss Shiyuan, it’s also fortunate that you were far-sighted, not sending people to Jiangcheng earlier to retrieve the Secluded Zither," said the young man, his heart still in shock, "Lin Weilan’s strength may no longer match the Supreme Elder’s, but her talent is exceptional, capable of performing the complete ’Sacrifice to the Heavenly Gods’."

In the period of severe decay, Lin Weilan could still, with the composition of ’Sacrifice to the Heavenly Gods’, annihilate an elite guard team of the Lin Family.

What about her at her peak, then?

Lin Shiyuan did not speak.

"Fortunately, Lin Weilan is dead now," the young man cautiously watched Lin Shiyuan’s expression as he spoke, "After her death, Lin Qin from the Jiangcheng Lin Family won’t amount to much."

Ye Wanlan and Lin Wenli were naturally ruled out by him.

One does not carry the Lin surname; one is a boy, lacking even the qualifications to return to the Lin Family.

Which daughter of the Lin Family does not bear the Lin surname?

"No—" Lin Shiyuan spoke, "Lin Weilan would definitely not have left without contingencies; she must have already transferred her Inner Strength to Lin Qin."

"What?!" The young man was taken aback.

Lin Weilan was a former prodigy of the Lin Family, and despite her age and injuries, her Inner Strength must have been immensely abundant.

Passed on to Lin Qin, wouldn’t that mean Lin Qin directly inherited decades of Inner Strength?!

"Lin Qin still needs to be brought back," Lin Shiyuan spoke slowly, "It remains to be seen whether she can fully transform the Inner Strength passed on by Lin Weilan into her own."

Otherwise, the final outcome would only be deviating into madness, resulting in the severance of all her meridians and death.

If so, there would be no need for the Lin Family to concern themselves with her.

The young man respectfully responded, "Yes, Miss Shiyuan."

**

Yan Tingfeng moved quickly, and the mourning hall was meticulously prepared.

They did not invite a mortician; Ye Wanlan personally did Lin Weilan’s makeup, arranged her appearance, changed her into her shroud, and gently placed her in the coffin made of sandalwood.

Lin Weilan lay with her eyes closed, her complexion ruddy, looking no different from when she had been alive.

"This is the coffin mother had prepared for herself long ago," Lin Woyu paused, unable to hold back his sobs, "She could actually have been freed to rest long ago, but for our sake..."

"Mom..." Lin Huaijin was silent, his eyes also red and swollen.

He didn’t even dare to look at the person in the coffin more than once; even a single glance would cause his emotions to collapse again.

Unexpectedly, Ye Wanlan was still very calm; after tidying up Lin Weilan’s appearance, she calmly changed into mourning clothes and slowly knelt down.

This calm demeanor made Lin Huaijin even more worried, his voice hoarse, "Ah Lan, why don’t you go rest for a bit? Just guarding with me and your aunt is enough."

The three days and nights of vigilance, he was afraid Ye Wanlan couldn’t bear it.

Ye Wanlan remained quiet, still calm, her blue eyes at that moment devoid of any light, only filled with dense darkness.

Lin Wenli had rushed back from the Southern Ming Principality; he had attended an international academic competition that week.

Upon receiving the news, he didn’t even bother to attend the award ceremony but hurried back.

But he was still too late.

Lin Wenli staggered a few steps but stopped at the entrance to the mourning hall, as if nailed to the spot.

He stared blankly at the large grey-white photo above the coffin, somewhat disoriented, with mist covering his eyes, blurring his vision.

"Wenli is here," Lin Woyu turned back, wiping her tears, "Come and offer incense to grandma."

Lin Wenli, not a man of many words, was even more reticent at that moment.

He walked forward with heavy steps, knelt silently, and before he could finish offering the incense, tears uncontrollably fell to the ground.

His heart felt like it was being clutched by a huge hand, sharp pain emanating from his chest and randomly sweeping throughout his body.

Undeniably, Lin Weilan had provided significant support during their growth process.

She was always cheerful, supporting the younger generations from behind, the steadfast backbone.

Now, a living person had turned into a black and white photograph.

And he, didn’t even get to see Lin Weilan for the last time.

The phone vibrated, Yan Tingfeng walked out of the mourning hall, pressed the answer button: "Hello, Aunt Su."

"Xiao Yan, how is Ah Lan doing?" Su Yingxia’s voice was very urgent, "With the old lady gone... your Uncle Rong and I are already on our way there, and we will soon arrive in Jiangcheng."

"Xiao Wan..." Yan Tingfeng paused for a moment, "She’s not doing well."

Not long ago, Ye Wanlan had laughed and told him that crying is not a sign of weakness, but a way to vent emotions.

If one can’t even cry, it means the grief has reached an extreme.

He would have preferred her to cry out loud, but Ye Wanlan didn’t.

The calmer she was, the more alarmed he became.

"Xiao Yan, you must stay by Ah Lan’s side during these times," Su Yingxia took a deep breath, her tone serious, "With the old lady gone so suddenly, the Jiangcheng Lin Family is now the center of a whirlpool."

In the next few days, many forces will rush to Jiangcheng, seeking to devour the Jiangcheng Lin Family.

"I know," Yan Tingfeng’s voice was very soft, "I’ll always be here."

He knew that nothing he said at this time could comfort Ye Wanlan.

What he could do was to stay by her side.

Whatever she wanted to do, he would hand her the sharpest knife.

Time seemed to pass unknowingly; within a few hours, Ye Wanlan’s posture had not changed at all.

"Ah Lan, take a rest," Lin Woyu also urged, "At least get up and drink some water. How can your grandma be at peace if you keep going like this?"

Ye Wanlan gently moved her eyelashes, and she said, "I—"

But she couldn’t finish her sentence, and as she was about to stand up, her body swayed, and she fell.

"Ah Lan!"

"Sister!"

Yan Tingfeng quickly caught her, his fingers rapidly checking her pulse.

Her pulse was somewhat weak.

"Xiao Wan isn’t sick, she’s just... too tired."

Yan Tingfeng laid her on the bed and gently covered her with a blanket.

Lin Huaiji suddenly froze in place, and after a long while, he exhaled deeply: "Yes, she’s too tired, let her sleep well. She, she’s just too enduring."

Because Ye Wanlan was so enduring, she was often overlooked, she too was a flesh and blood mortal.

"I’ll go downstairs to keep vigil, Xiao Yan, please take care of Ah Lan," Lin Huaijin nodded, then went downstairs.

At this time, unwelcome guests arrived.

Old Master Kang glanced at Lin Weilan’s portrait and showed no intentions of being respectful, merely stating coldly, "We’re here to take Wanlan away, your Lin Family can’t look after her anymore."

"Get out!" Lin Huaijin trembled with fury, "Housekeeper, throw them out!"

He absolutely wouldn’t allow the Kang Family to cause trouble after Lin Weilan’s departure.

"Mr. Lin, the old lady is gone, and your generation has already divvied up the family assets long ago," Old Master Kang smiled faintly, "Wanlan’s father has been missing for twenty years, she ought to follow her mother."

Lin Huaijin was furious beyond containment, "Ah Lan will never go with you! She has nothing to do with your Kang Family!"

What were they doing earlier if they truly cared about Ye Wanlan?

If the Kang Family genuinely wanted what was best for Ye Wanlan, they should have invested their support when she was still young. Coming back now was nothing more than for the sake of "interest!"

Old Master Kang remained unmoved, coldly saying, "Take her away!"

The guards entered the mourning hall, ready to head upstairs.

At the staircase, Yan Tingfeng stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze icy, his tone chilly too: "Who dares to touch her."

At that moment, his murderous intent was undisguised!