Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 550 items returned to their rightful owner, all within Sister Lan’s control! [2 updates]

Chapter 550: 550 items returned to their rightful owner, all within Sister Lan’s control! [2 updates]

After the internal job transition was nearly complete, the Calligraphy Association’s official website posted a second announcement.

The announcement revised the results of today’s youth calligraphy competition, returning the first place to Ye Wanlan.

And after the text, it included images of the works by Ye Wanlan and Fu Qiao.

But in fact, even without the images, the live broadcast had retained clips.

"By the way, Miss Fu Qiao, the association will also need you to return the champion’s trophy," the other party continued. "Accordingly, you will be given the runner-up’s trophy and other prizes, you..."

"Bang!"

Fu Qiao directly threw her phone out, holding her head and letting out a piercing scream.

Could a decided award still be revoked?

And it was decided by her grandfather personally at the Calligraphy Association?!

For Ye Wanlan, her grandfather had even fired the president of the association?

Fu Qiao absolutely refused to believe that Old Mr. Fu was so blatantly biased!

She was his granddaughter, and Ye Wanlan was just an outsider!

Old Mr. Fu had known Ye Wanlan for just over six months, and for her sake, he caused a huge stir in the Calligraphy Association. What about the future?

Fu Qiao’s gaze suddenly darkened, and her fingers gradually clenched tighter.

She would never allow things to slip beyond her control.

All of Elder Fu’s possessions could only be hers!

**

On the other side, the Xiang Family.

"I risked a huge act of disrespect to give you that Xuantian Jade," Xiang Shaoyu complained. "You ought to give me something in return, right?"

Yan Tingfeng squinted his eyes leisurely: "Fine, I owe you a favor."

"Really?" Xiang Shaoyu was slightly startled. "You’re actually so generous?"

Yan Tingfeng examined the blue-purple jade in his palm, its color very rare, thus it was crystal clear, without the slightest impurity.

Carving this piece of Xuantian Jade into a Jade Pendant would indeed make the perfect birthday gift.

He had already practiced with several other pieces of jade, but Xuantian Jade was harder than ordinary jade, requiring deeper Inner Strength.

After securing the Xuantian Jade, Yan Tingfeng slowly stated, "Indeed."

"That’s more like it," nodded Xiang Shaoyu. "Alright then, you can leave. Don’t let others discover you."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Tingfeng was already stepping onto the roof eaves.

Underneath his black attire, the man with silver-white hair glanced back slightly. The moonlight outlined his facial features with a silver hue, adding to his cold detachment.

The next second, he disappeared from the spot.

Xiang Shaoyu still looked up at the sky.

At this moment, Patriarch Xiang emerged silently from behind him, startling him as he spoke near his ear: "Tell me, what exactly did you give away?"

"Dad, can you not approach me from behind?" Xiang Shaoyu took a deep breath. "It’s also lucky that I heard your breathing a while ago. What if I mistook you for an enemy?"

"Oh? You heard my breathing a long while ago?" pondered Patriarch Xiang. "It seems that you haven’t fallen behind in your power this past year, not bad."

Xiang Shaoyu sighed: "Ever since Huo Yunyi came back, he’s been itching to fight me. If I don’t speed up, how am I to cope if he beats me up?"

"Our Xiang family’s Heaven and Earth Internal Skill is not inferior to his Divine Strategy Army’s Spear Technique," Patriarch Xiang glared. "If you get beaten up, just roll out of the Xiang family."

Xiang Shaoyu: "..."

This is his own father.

"Stop changing the subject, what exactly did you give away?" Patriarch Xiang looked at him suspiciously. "Anything is fine, but not the Xuantian Jade."

Xiang Shaoyu again: "..."

Patriarch Xiang’s eyes grew even larger: "You... you really gave away the Xuantian Jade?"

A father knows his son best; the look on Xiang Shaoyu’s face said it all.

"Dad, I truly never thought I would lose," Xiang Shaoyu raised both hands in surrender. "You know, I can’t beat Brother Yan either."

"You rascal!" Patriarch Xiang was frustrated as if his own kin had failed him. "That Xuantian Jade is an ancestral treasure, accidentally acquired by Zhaozong. It was originally meant to be made into a Jade Talisman as a gift for Princess Yongning!"

Only before the treasure could be carved, Princess Yongning had already passed away.

Xiang Shaoyu helplessly said, "How could I not know that? But, a loss is a loss."

"That won’t do either!" Patriarch Xiang said angrily, "If the Elders Council, that group of old fossils, finds out about this, they will surely skin you alive!"

Xiang Shaoyu hung his head, "I understand, I’ll try to get it back, but keeping this jade in our possession is useless, maybe..."

The name of Xuantian Jade was very well-known and could be collected by Zhaozong, of course it was a treasure.

But the more spiritual the jade, the more it would recognize its owner, and needed a specific person to nourish it.

Otherwise, in the hands of others, it would just be an ordinary piece of jade.

"There’s some truth to that." Patriarch Xiang frowned, "I’ll cover for you with the Elders Council for now, you resolve this matter as soon as possible!"

**

After leaving the Xiang Family, Yan Tingfeng returned to the Lin Mansion.

The Supreme Elder of the Rong family said that Ye Wanlan was the person prophesied, just like Princess Yongning, capable of saving Shenzhou from fire and water.

Then, this Xuantian Jade in Ye Wanlan’s hands might also be able to exert its true power.

Legend had it that Xuantian Jade possessed the power to defy the heavens and change fate, but legends were after all just legends, no one could prove their authenticity.

Yan Tingfeng went to the third floor and called out, "Uncle."

"Ah?!" Lin Huaijin, who was deep in thought, leapt up in alarm, springing into the air like a cat, "You you you you scared me to death, why don’t you make a sound when you walk?"

"Sorry." Yan Tingfeng coughed lightly, "Maybe it’s a habit from childhood, so I’ve always walked very lightly."

"Ah, it’s been tough for you." Lin Huaijin also knew from Rong Yu’s mouth about Yan Tingfeng’s orphan status with both parents deceased, and imagined he must have lived very cautiously as a child.

Truly a child that tugs at one’s heartstrings.

Lin Huaijin’s gaze softened considerably, "What brings you here at this hour, is there anything the matter?"

After pondering for a moment, Yan Tingfeng slowly said, "Xiao Wan’s birthday is approaching, and I’ve never particularly prepared for anyone’s birthday before. Even last year’s coming-of-age ceremony was arranged by you and the others, so I’m here to ask for some advice from uncle."

"Advice?" Lin Huaijin thought for a moment, counting on his fingers, "For a birthday, it’s usually a gathering, going to an amusement park, having a party, a dance... There doesn’t seem to be anything special."

Yan Tingfeng listened carefully and smiled, "I see."

"By the way, Xiao Yan, when is your birthday?" Lin Huaijin asked with concern, "Have you ever celebrated it before?"

"My birthday..." Yan Tingfeng hesitated.

Most of what he knew about his own birth came from others.

His master Xie Leyou had once talked about it.

He said that Yan Tingfeng was born on a night of a blood moon.

Such celestial oddities were considered to be inauspicious.

At that time, a Great Purity Sect elder said that a baby born on the night of the blood moon, whose Life Star was dominant in slaughtering, should be eliminated as soon as possible.

But his parents were unwilling to give up on him, carrying him as they fled for their lives until they were brutally killed by enemies.

And that day, happened to be his birthday.

Yan Tingfeng’s expression turned cold, "I don’t celebrate my birthday, thank you for the kind thought, uncle."

His eyelashes lowered, and he quickly departed.

At this time, Ye Wanlan was playing chess alone in the garden.

Hearing footsteps, she didn’t turn back, "Tingting, you’re just in time, sit down, playing chess alone gets a little boring after a while."

Yan Tingfeng took a seat across from her and suddenly asked a question out of the blue, "Does Xiao Wan think, when will she make her move?"

Ye Wanlan knew what he was asking, "The smart ones would act now; this is Yunjing, she could find a way to shift the blame onto others."

Yan Tingfeng smiled slightly, "For instance, Yong Dongyue."

"The less bright ones would wait until they returned to Fengyuan," Ye Wanlan said lightly, "But by doing so, she would be the only one under suspicion."

Yan Tingfeng’s smile deepened, "So what does Xiao Wan think, is she smart or not so bright?"

"Regrettably, she is neither," Ye Wanlan raised her hand and placed a stone on the board, "But she will be impatient."

**

At this moment, Miss Fu Qiao was admitting her wrongs to Old Master Fu, "Grandfather, I’m sorry, after the award was given to me, I didn’t look closely at Miss Ye’s work, I didn’t know the Calligraphy Association would do this."

"Sigh..." Old Mr. Fu shook his head, not saying much, and simply stated, "You should go practice your calligraphy."

Indeed, calligraphy truly required talent, but once blinded by the allure of fame and fortune, one’s writing would gradually lose its spirit.

"Yes, grandfather." Miss Fu Qiao respectfully offered a cup of tea, "Grandfather, please have some tea."

She watched Old Mr. Fu as he finished the cup.