Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 468 I am Xiang Lan, do you still remember me【2 more updates】

Chapter 468: 468 I am Xiang Lan, do you still remember me【2 more updates】

The strength of this hand was enormous, and even Ye Wanlan, with her current inner strength, couldn’t resist.

But the hand’s movements were very gentle, taking the dagger from her hand with an undeniable force.

After all was done, the newcomer remained silent, squatting down and taking out silver needles from their sleeve to seal several of Ye Wanlan’s acupoints.

The blood that had been gushing out like a spring instantly stopped.

Su Xueqing stood frozen in place.

She had lived in the Su Family for sixteen years but had never seen a portrait of Shui Yunqing; instead, she had seen a picture of Shui Yunqing wearing a veil in her middle school history book.

These eyes, though lacking a focal point, were still like the softest water, calming one’s heart involuntarily.

Su Xueqing murmured, "Ancestor..."

At this moment, she didn’t need to doubt the identity of the person before her, because only Shui Yunqing had such profound medical skills.

To revive the dead and mend broken bones in the blink of an eye.

Under her gentle treatment, Ye Wanlan’s wounds quickly healed.

After confirming that Ye Wanlan was no longer in life-threatening danger, Shui Yunqing turned away.

Su Xueqing shouted, "Palace Master Yun Qing!"

This address caused the woman to freeze for a moment, but she quickly returned to normal.

It was clear she had entirely forgotten her name, identity, and all that she had experienced.

Su Xueqing knew that if she couldn’t make Shui Yunqing stay, then Ye Wanlan had gravely injured herself for nothing.

But what could awaken Shui Yunqing’s memory?

"Cough cough..." Ye Wanlan coughed a few times, holding onto a tree to stand up.

She truly hadn’t held back on herself, using all her strength.

Although the wound had healed, the pain and weakness from the injury couldn’t be dispelled in a short time.

In fact, she was only fifty percent sure of seeing Shui Yunqing by doing this.

But since there was a possibility, she was going to try.

"Palace Master Yun Qing—" Ye Wanlan slowly took out the Shence Army Tiger Tally from her pocket, "Do you recognize this?"

"It really is Palace Master Yun Qing!" The Tiger Tally was also stunned, "Palace Master Yun Qing, do you remember me?"

Unfortunately, Shui Yunqing couldn’t hear the Tiger Tally’s words, but its presence indeed made her stop in her tracks.

She stared at the Shence Army Tiger Tally in Ye Wanlan’s hand, a flicker of confusion passing through her gaze.

As if she had seen this object a long, long time ago.

But when exactly?

Shui Yunqing stood still, lost in memories that didn’t exist.

Ye Wanlan felt somewhat relieved.

She had guessed right, after all.

Shui Yunqing’s obsession was nothing more than to protect the people of Shenzhou from the suffering of illness; it was the highest form of love.

So when she was hurt, Shui Yunqing would appear immediately to heal her.

But the person who could truly touch Shui Yunqing’s subconscious was Huo Jingyu.

Love at first sight, heart given at the second, parting at the third forever.

Especially since Shui Yunqing was just a few seconds away from saving Huo Jingyu, that became the eternal pain in her heart.

"Palace Master Yun Qing, look." Ye Wanlan stepped forward, splitting the Shence Army Tiger Tally into two.

Then, she picked up the Left Tally and placed it in Shui Yunqing’s raised hand.

In that moment, Shui Yunqing’s calm eyes, still as dead water, began to ripple, as if finally coming back to life.

This, this is...

She moved her lips but was unable to utter a single word from beginning to end.

Shui Yunqing grew anxious.

That name was right on the tip of her tongue, so why couldn’t she say it?

Why?!

Countless chaotic thoughts filled her mind, and she couldn’t discern what any of them were.

"Humming!"

It felt like countless bees were swirling around her ears, seemingly about to burst her eardrums. Shui Yunqing’s body went limp, and she collapsed to the ground.

"Ancestor!" Su Xueqing was startled and hurriedly stepped forward to support Shui Yunqing. "Ancestor, are you alright?"

As a Gu person, she was immune to illness and calamities. How could she suddenly faint?

Ye Wanlan habitually checked Shui Yunqing’s pulse but didn’t feel any heartbeat.

She paused, realizing that this body had already been dead.

"Xueqing, let’s take Palace Master Yun Qing away from here first," Ye Wanlan said after a moment. "We shouldn’t stay here long; the blood smell from before might attract wild beasts or other people. I’ll carry Palace Master Yun Qing on my back. You go ahead."

Su Xueqing still had many doubts, but she knew this was not the time to ask questions. "Okay."

Ye Wanlan lifted Shui Yunqing onto her back and, with a light tap of her toe, quickly left.

The journey back was surprisingly peaceful, with no further troubles.

By this time, it was three in the morning, and most people had already rested for the night.

However, the leader of the archaeological team was still studying his books. He was shocked when he saw Ye Wanlan return carrying a woman dressed in ancient clothing.

"Miss Ye, you didn’t bring back a female ghost from the mountains, did you?" the archaeological team leader blurted out in shock.

"What female ghost? I just found a compatriot who had fainted," Ye Wanlan said with a light smile. "I need a clean room."

"I also thought it couldn’t be a ghost," the archaeological team leader sighed in relief and chuckled. "Miss Ye, you’ve saved a life. This way, please."

Wearing ancient attire was not an uncommon occurrence in this era. Tianshui City, like South City and Fengyuan City, had a rich history, and many scenic spots had ancient clothing rental shops.

The archaeological team leader guessed that someone who went to Medicine King Valley for fun had gotten lost and was found by Ye Wanlan at night.

Ye Wanlan placed Shui Yunqing on the bed and her gaze fell on the clothes she was wearing, her eyes fixing on them.

Shenzhou was not lacking in fabrics that would not rot even after three hundred years.

The clothes Shui Yunqing wore were the very ones Ye Wanlan had once sent to Taiyi Palace as part of an imperial delivery.

Ye Wanlan’s eyelashes lowered as she wiped the dust off Shui Yunqing’s body with a towel.

Three hundred years ago, because of her busy affairs, Shui Yunqing had not seen her for the last time.

And now, while she was still alive, Shui Yunqing no longer recognized her.

"Yun Qing..." Ye Wanlan whispered softly. "Do you remember me? I am Xiang Lan."

The world called her Princess Yongning, and most people would not address her by her given name.

She remembered their first meeting when she asked Shui Yunqing to call her by her real name.

Shui Yunqing lay quietly on the bed, unresponsive.

Ye Wanlan slightly furrowed her brows.

Why would a Gu person faint? This should not be happening. She still needed to investigate some materials.

After rearranging Shui Yunqing’s attire, Ye Wanlan opened the door and stepped out.

"Ah Lan, how is it?" Su Xueqing hurriedly approached and asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear. "Has the ancestor woken up?"

"Not yet," Ye Wanlan shook her head and sighed softly. "We know far too little about the Gu people; we don’t know where to start."

Su Xueqing’s expression was also quite downcast: "Then what do we do?"

"Miss Ye, Miss Su?" A faint voice of surprise came. "Neither of you have rested yet?"

Ye Wanlan turned her head and saw Yan Tingfeng and Rong Qi approaching together, her eyebrows raised. "Xueqing and I just came out of Medicine King Valley; I presume you two did so as well?"

"Indeed," Rong Qi nodded.

Ye Wanlan nodded and was about to say more when in a blink of an eye, Yan Tingfeng had instantly moved from five meters away to right in front of her.

"Xiao Wan?" Yan Tingfeng grasped her hand, his tone becoming suddenly grave. "You’re injured."

Even though the wound had been treated, he could still smell the blood, indicating that Ye Wanlan’s injury was very severe.

In an instant, Yan Tingfeng’s eyes were covered with a fierce aura.

"Who was it?" His voice was still light, without any fluctuations, yet it was filled with terrifying murderous intent.

Su Xueqing was standing by and was so frightened that she stepped back several paces, her body trembling uncontrollably.

This man...

"Tingting, don’t be angry," Ye Wanlan extended her other hand and clasped onto Yan Tingfeng’s hand. "It was my own doing."

Yan Tingfeng’s face changed: "Your own doing?"

"After discussing that possibility with you last time, I’ve been preoccupied with it," Ye Wanlan smiled and casually dropped a bombshell. "I’ve found Palace Master Yun Qing."