Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 536: Ye Wanlan’s Calligraphy, An Old Friend from Three Hundred Years Ago! [2 More - s]

Chapter 536: Chapter 536: Ye Wanlan’s Calligraphy, An Old Friend from Three Hundred Years Ago! [2 More Chapters]

"Anyway, I truly don’t believe Ye Wanlan isn’t entering the scene. Everyone has seen how popular she has become, right? Even the new up-and-coming young actresses and actors can’t compare with her."

"Why would a top scorer in the college entrance exam enter the scene? Are you joking? Do you not understand what ’top scorer’ means, or do you think everyone wants to enter the scene?"

"To be included in the syllabus of a National Studies Professor at Yunjing University, this essay is not merely popular for its characters of Princess Yongning and the King of Yan. Don’t speak nonsense if you don’t understand; it only serves to make people laugh!"

...

Public opinion ebb and flowed, naturally because there were forces behind the scenes deliberately creating unfavorable public sentiment towards Ye Wanlan.

But in terms of the ability to control public opinion, how could the Yunjing Lin Family or the Kang Family of Harbor City compare to Shengshi Entertainment, the entertainment industry’s giant agency firm?

In the blink of an eye, those paid internet trolls trying to set the agenda had their IPs banned.

When Kang Lejia discovered that her account had also been banned, she was so furious that she stomped around inside the Kang Family’s home.

This only made her more certain that Ye Wanlan must have latched onto some wealthy sugar daddy; otherwise, how could they act so quickly?

Kang Lejia’s expression turned cold.

She would definitely find out who Ye Wanlan’s sugar daddy was and let everyone see what kind of person Ye Wanlan really is!

**

The online public opinion did not affect Ye Wanlan; she was practicing calligraphy in the garden of the Lin Mansion.

Next to her, there was a large jar filled with water that had been completely dyed with ink, murky throughout.

"Ah Lan, what are you doing?" Lin Huaijin approached and saw the large jar, pausing in surprise, "This is..."

"Practicing calligraphy." Ye Wanlan pondered for a moment. "I’ve indeed been somewhat neglectful in calligraphy recently, and the final competition is coming up soon. I can’t just do it half-heartedly."

"Good temperament!" Lin Huaijin exclaimed in admiration. "Not arrogant or impulsive, and still able to calm down and prepare for what’s next, your uncle must learn from you."

Though he didn’t understand calligraphy, he could tell that the characters Ye Wanlan was practicing were the Cold Style inherited from Imperial Tutor Han Yunsheng.

"Do you need me for anything, Uncle?" Ye Wanlan set down her brush. "There are still three days until the calligraphy competition; there’s no rush."

"It’s nothing really; I just wanted to chat with you," Lin Huaijin smiled. "About those Chemistry-related diagrams you gave me last time, I’ve completed half of them already, but I’m a bit slow, and for that, I’m truly ashamed."

Ye Wanlan paused, "Uncle, you’ve already completed half?"

"Yes," Lin Huaijin responded. "The diagrams you provided are really outstanding; the stuff that’s produced from them is certainly not ordinary."

"You don’t have to belittle yourself, Uncle," Ye Wanlan laughed softly. "If you can complete half of the diagrams on your own, I dare say you have the capability to enter the Chemistry labs of Yunjing University."

After all, these diagrams were copied directly from the "Heavenly Inception Grand Canon."

"No, no, no!" Lin Huaijin exclaimed in shock. "Your uncle was just a low-level technician in a chemical plant before, how can I compare myself to the researchers at Yunjing University?"

"I’m serious, Uncle," Ye Wanlan said softly. "You are very talented, and I’m proud of you."

"Ah Lan..." Lin Huaijin stared blankly, quickly turning his head away and wiping the tears from the corner of his eyes, "Look at you, getting all sentimental."

Ye Wanlan just smiled.

"However, your essay has indeed caused quite a stir," Lin Huaijin changed the subject. " Online, some people are even saying that you are the reincarnation of Princess Yongning herself!"

"Oh?" Ye Wanlan’s eyebrows lifted. "Their imagination is certainly rich."

The general populace was unaware of the many hidden secrets of this world, as not everyone could calmly accept the truth of the world upon finding it out.

She was also well aware that her identity could easily be inadvertently exposed, leading to unnecessary trouble.

Therefore, when writing this essay, she avoided all the writing styles and word usage typical of her past life.

Because what the general populace sees is just a top-scoring essay, but those in charge of guarding the world’s secrets and truth will delve deeper into the essay for more profound insights.

Though Shenzhou had embarked on the path to revival, there were still dark forces lurking and waiting.

If anyone found out that Princess Yongning was still alive, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Her life was extremely important, and she couldn’t afford a single mistake.

Ye Wanlan even doubted whether her premature death in her previous life was really just a natural disaster?

Perhaps...

"Isn’t that right? It must also be because there have been too many time travel dramas filmed these past two years," Lin Huaijin said. "But you know, with incidents like a time-traveling woman occupying your body happening, I think time travel could indeed be real."

Ye Wanlan murmured, "Indeed, the world is so vast that there’s nothing that doesn’t exist."

Events one has not encountered do not mean they have never occurred.

"Hello?" The ringtone of the mobile phone sounded, and Lin Huaijin frowned as he answered, "Looking for my niece? Sorry, but she’s not interested in entering the entertainment industry; give up on that idea!"

He hung up the call and added the number to the blacklist.

These entertainment agencies really have some wild ideas—don’t even think about it!

**

At four in the afternoon, a plane arrived at the Northland Capital.

Yan Tingfeng followed Old Master Rong to the Romanov Family.

"So it’s Elder Rong," Sulya, the current clan leader of the Romanov Family, personally came out to welcome them. "It’s quite the surprise to have Elder Rong visit us; may I inquire what brings you here?"

Although Sulya was speaking to Old Master Rong, her gaze stayed fixed on Yan Tingfeng.

The man was dressed in a white coat, along with a scarf and a hat; he deliberately kept the brim of the hat low, revealing only a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes.

Without a doubt, this man exuded an extraordinary aura; even though he had hidden his face, she couldn’t help but take notice of him immediately.

Sulya’s brow furrowed slightly.

Yet, for some reason, she felt a palpably dangerous aura emanating from this man.

He was definitely not just the backer of Old Master Rong; she didn’t feel any blood-related fluctuations or resonance between him and Old Master Rong.

"Sigh, I found your spirit communication festival last time quite interesting," Old Master Rong said with a smile, "I wonder when you’ll hold another one; I was getting a little impatient and decided to come have a look."

The Northern Lands were a Spiritual Empire, where psychic powers were not only permitted but also very prevalent; even in the markets of small towns, one could encounter spiritualists.

All the spiritualists looked up to the Romanov Family, which also took responsibility for eliminating those psychic practitioners who dabbled too deeply in the dark arts.

"I see," Sulya nodded, "Please wait in the hall for a moment, Elder Rong, while I arrange accommodations for you."

Old Master Rong waved a broad hand: "Then I won’t be polite about it."

After seeing Sulya off, Yan Tingfeng took a seat as well but did not remove his scarf.

"Besides the Gu People, what else does Xiao Yan want to know?" Old Master Rong stroked his beard and snorted coldly, "Those of the Romanov clan are all cunning; you must be extremely careful when dealing with them, otherwise, they’ll surely see through our real intentions."

Yan Tingfeng smiled faintly, "No rush; let’s talk after we settle in."

"That’s fine," Old Master Rong nodded, "But we must remain cautious; after all, we are on someone else’s turf."

On her part, Sulya instructed the butler and went to gather the elders of the Romanov Family.

The sudden visit by Old Master Rong could not possibly be just about the spirit communication festival.

However, just then, a soft call reached her ears.

"Sulya."

Sulya’s expression jolted, her body tensed, and it took her a long while to turn around.

There was no one in front of her, but she knew the voice’s owner was here.

Sulya bowed deeply, "Ancestor."

Her face remained calm, yet tumultuous waves crashed in her heart.

Let alone since she took over as the clan leader, even her predecessors had never seen this ancient ancestor!

The reason being that this ancestor was the most powerful spiritualist of the Romanov Family, who had long since abandoned the physical body to focus on cultivating the soul.

She had only heard rumors that this ancestor had lived for a very long time, so long that at that time, the Empress of the Northern Lands, Valenkina, was still alive.

Having grown up with such tales, she had never actually seen them.

Why today...

A surge of panic gripped Sulya’s heart, and her fingers trembled, "Ancestor, if you have any commands, please tell me, and I will follow!"

"A friend from three hundred years ago has arrived here; do not treat him carelessly, be sure to entertain him with caution," the voice spoke lightly, carrying a hint of mirth, "My friend has a bad temper; don’t let him overturn our Romanov Family."