Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 492 Sister Lan: Give me an explanation [2 updates]

Chapter 492: 492 Sister Lan: Give me an explanation [2 updates]

"In fact, we don’t necessarily have to take down ’Annus Mirabilis’; Shenzhou just needs to admit to the World and the Global Center that the Lantern Festival is a tradition of the Southern Ming Principality."

"Coming up in May is our annual Lantern Festival, which friends from around the globe are welcome to join. By the way, does Shenzhou have one?"

When the news reached Shenzhou, all the major social media platforms exploded; netizens were seething with indignation.

"This is the most shameless thing I’ve ever seen!"

"Have they lied to themselves for so long that they now believe their own lies?"

"Let’s educate everyone a bit: The Lantern Festival has a history of over 2000 years, originating from the Yong Dynasty, thriving in the Xi Dynasty, and reaching its zenith during the Ning Dynasty. Where was the Southern Ming Principality when the Yong Dynasty was around?"

"It’s outrageous. ’Annus Mirabilis’ will definitely not be taken offline, and the Lantern Festival is also a tradition of Shenzhou!"

The online arguments continued unabated.

Ye Wanlan frowned slightly and opened the official website of the World Cultural Heritage Center. She logged in and searched for the term "Lantern Festival."

The search results appeared quickly, showing that the Southern Ming Principality had indeed applied to the World Cultural Heritage Center three years ago to list the Lantern Festival as an intangible cultural heritage, and the application was approved.

Ye Wanlan tapped her fingers lightly on the desktop and said to Fang Qingli, "Qingli, ’Annus Mirabilis’ will keep airing, and I’ll handle the Lantern Festival issue."

Fang Qingli had complete trust in Ye Wanlan and nodded. "Okay, Sister Lan. I guess those people from the Southern Ming Principality have seen the wide reach of ’Annus Mirabilis’ and got scared; that’s why they are playing the thief crying catch the thief."

"Mhm, let them be afraid," Ye Wanlan said, raising her eyebrows slightly. "If they’re afraid, it means our drama is a success."

Everything that has been stolen must be repaid in the future.

The culture of Shenzhou cannot be coveted by others.

"What a joke!" Hua Yingyue also understood and laughed coldly, "Do they think just because they applied for heritage status that it’s theirs now? The Lantern Festival has a history of over two thousand years; does the Southern Ming Principality think it’s been around that long?"

The Southern Ming Principality came into existence even later than the establishment of the Ning Dynasty. They indeed have a knack for turning black into white.

"Although you say that, King Qin, we’re in the modern world now, and the rules of three hundred years ago have long since changed," Xie Linyuan shrugged. "Who let them be the first to apply for the Lantern Festival to join the list of Intangible Cultural Heritage of the World?"

He returned to Shenzhou a few months earlier than Hua Yingyue and, being the famous Sword Saint, picked things up much faster. Now, Xie Linyuan had a clear understanding of the current world situation.

The World Cultural Heritage Center is located at the Global Center and is also a major force there.

With the International Strategic Studies Institute, one in culture and the other in military industry, they compete head-to-head, neither being a small power.

Hua Yingyue held back her anger, her voice icy. "Had I known they would pull something like this at this time, I would not have held back at first and simply continued to advance eastward, taking over that tiny piece of land!"

Hearing these words, Xie Linyuan’s expression turned grave.

His exchanges with King Qin had indeed been rare; they had only seen each other’s faces three times, most often hearing about her deeds from Jianghu people.

With a woman’s body inheriting the title of King Qin, Hua Yingyue was extremely tough in both character and capability.

Indeed, Hua Yingyue’s fury had reached its peak.

When she was still unaware of how she had regained consciousness, she saw East Desolate City swaying in the storm, with bandits wanting to destroy the city that had a history of over a thousand years.

Now, having confirmed that she really was back in Shenzhou, such infuriating incidents occurred.

How could she not be angry?

"The times have changed, so we’ll use the rules of this era," Ye Wanlan said while looking at the computer screen, her voice calm. "Leave it to me."

On the screen, characters jumped continuously, and soon a new search bar appeared.

Creo Star.

This was the person who had been in charge of approving the Lantern Festival’s entry into the list of Intangible Cultural Heritage of the World.

Ye Wanlan pondered for a moment and opened a chat group.

[YN]: @Cultured Person, this person, what position are they in at your institute now?

[Cultured Person]: Creo Star? I think he’s a member of the Heritage Application Organization? I’ll check, Sister YN, please wait.

[Ghostbuster Bro]: It’s over, this guy is done for!

[Crazy Scientist]: How is he done for?

[Ghostbuster Bro]: How long have you been working overtime, kid? Don’t you watch the news? Did this guy get through with the South Ming Principality’s heritage application? The internet is up in arms about it now.

[Crazy Scientist]: Not much, just been on a continuous 30-hour overtime shift, let me sleep for ten minutes first.

[Ghostbuster Bro]: Your company really doesn’t treat you like a human being.

[Cultured Person]: Found it, found it! He’s actually the deputy head of the Heritage Application Organization, due for retirement in two more years, but he’s never been promoted due to lack of merits.

[Ghostbuster Bro]: How does he compare to your position?

[Cultured Person]: Are you kidding me? I work for headquarters, he works for an organization under headquarters, how can you even compare?

[Ghostbuster Bro]: Oh, look at you putting on airs.

[YN]: I need an explanation for this heritage stuff.

[Cultured Person]: Don’t worry, Sister Lan, as soon as I finish the paperwork, I’m going to take care of this brat! Acting so recklessly as the deputy head of the Heritage Application Organization, I can’t let this slide!

Ye Wanlan raised an eyebrow.

[YN]: Thanks, I owe you one.

[Cultured Person]: !!!

[World’s Richest]: A billion, @Cultured Person, sell me that favor.

[Cultured Person]: Rich Sister, that’s not very fair, Sister Lan’s favor can’t be bought with money, not even for a hundred billion.

[Ghostbuster Bro]: You’re really making us green with envy!

[Cultured Person]: Heh, gotta go take care of the paperwork, Sister Lan, you wait!

Ye Wanlan’s brow finally relaxed, "No need to get angry, the application from the South Ming Principality will be revoked."

Hua Yingyue was startled, "It can be revoked?"

"Yes, I have some connections," Ye Wanlan said, "I know people at the World Cultural Heritage Center. Besides, the Lantern Festival application indeed exploited a loophole."

"Little Junior Sister’s ’some connections’ might be an understatement," Xie Linyuan’s brow perked up, "Who doesn’t know that back in the day if Little Junior Sister had called to arms, so many people would have responded?"

"Even if it’s revoked, it’s still infuriating!" Hua Yingyue’s anger hadn’t subsided, "They’ve been coveting our Shenzhou items for a long time, not just limited to a Festival."

Ye Wanlan responded indifferently, "Don’t worry, they won’t get their hands on it."

**

Meanwhile, at the World Cultural Heritage Center, Heritage Application Organization.

Creo Star, the second in command of the Heritage Application Organization, was leisurely drinking tea.

He was of an advanced age and only needed to persevere for two more years to enjoy a comfortable retirement. Consequently, he was indifferent to the organization’s affairs, large or small.

Whoever offered him more benefits, he would lean towards them.

"Deputy Chief, the internet is ablaze with the Lantern Festival issue," said an assistant who hurried in, "Although the South Ming Principality has our approval, the Festival has its true origins in Shenzhou. This isn’t looking good."

"What’s the problem? Our approval is all that matters," Creo replied noncommittally, "If I say the Lantern Festival belongs to the South Ming Principality, then it does."

"This matter has blown up," the assistant hesitated, "I estimate that Shenzhou won’t let this lie."

Creo said contemptuously, "They won’t let this lie? So, what are they going to do about it?"

They were, of course, aware that the Lantern Festival was a tradition in Shenzhou handed down for a thousand years.

But the South Ming Principality had applied before Shenzhou, and according to the rules, the application could indeed be approved.

The assistant expressed difficulty, "If this continues it will be difficult for us too."

"Let them make a fuss then," Creo said dismissively, waving his hand, "Whose fault is it that Shenzhou didn’t apply first? If they are capable, let them revoke our approval. Do you think they can?"