Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 590 Who tries to show superiority to whom! [2 updates]

Chapter 590: 590 Who tries to show superiority to whom! [2 updates]

Compared to usual, these four characters suddenly carried a bit more of a chilling and fearful tone.

Even Ye Wanlan’s heart trembled upon hearing them.

Her footsteps paused slightly, but she quickly regained her composure, "What’s wrong, did you sense something? Are there others of your kind here?"

"No, but—" the Qingyun Pendant voiced with some difficulty, and after a moment, it spoke with a sobbing tone, "Please, Her Royal Highness the Princess, save them, they have been crying all along."

The voice of the Jade Luan Pin trembled as well, "They were plundered a long time ago, those plunderers, they didn’t cherish them at all, their bodies are full of wounds, and they cannot return to Shenzhou..."

These antiques, silent in the Universal Museum, indeed couldn’t speak like them.

Yet, the moment Ye Wanlan entered the Universal Museum with them, she heard cries coming from all directions, one after another.

The antiques couldn’t speak, but they conveyed everything they had experienced and the pain of the past three hundred years through their cries.

Ye Wanlan’s eyelashes drooped, hiding the coldness in her pupils, her fists clenched, and veins popped on the back of her hands.

She couldn’t hear, but she could feel the oppressive atmosphere in the Universal Museum.

The emotional magnetic field here was sad, fearful, and angry.

Although the antiques were inanimate, they also belonged to Shenzhou. Being far from home, how could they not feel the pain?

"These shameless things!" the Shence Army Tiger Tally cried and angrily said, "If the general were still alive, he would never let them plunder our belongings like this!"

The Heart Protecting Bracelet also felt somber, "But Her Highness and the others..."

After all, the Ning Dynasty had perished, the Six Great Sects were gone, too many changes had occurred over three hundred years.

"It will," Ye Wanlan whispered, "Don’t be afraid, everything will get back on track."

The Qingyun Pendant cried as well, "I believe in Her Royal Highness the Princess!"

Although others didn’t know about the conversation between Ye Wanlan and the antiques, sharp individuals like Professors Shen and Li, upon entering the Universal Museum, also distinctly felt that oppressive sensation.

And the next exhibit made everyone involuntarily gasp.

It was not an exaggeration to say that in front of the Universal Museum, the Yunjing Museum seemed very small.

"This is a human figure from the Shun Dynasty, the craftsmanship of Shenzhou artisans is indeed superb," the deputy director proudly introduced, "The facial expressions of the human figures are so vividly lifelike, and it’s been over two thousand years since the Shun Dynasty."

Professor Shen was visibly moved, "Shun Soldier Statue, two meters tall, holding a longsword..."

"You are indeed guests from Shenzhou, so well-informed," the deputy director was actually praising, but his tone was somewhat sarcastic, "Ah, we have studied for so long, yet we still don’t understand as well as you do, but this thing here attracts a lot of people."

Who in the entertainment industry isn’t cunning?

The director and Producer Liu finally understood the purpose of their invitation to the Universal Museum.

The purpose was to boast to them that even though they had produced "Treasures of The Divine Land," making more people around the world aware of Shenzhou culture, more than half of Shenzhou’s artifacts were still in the Universal Museum.

It was also to tell them that all their efforts were in vain.

"Shenzhou culture is extensive and profound, it naturally attracts countless tourists," Ye Wanlan tilted her head, seemingly smiling, "Placing the Shun Soldier Statue at the entrance, it seems the Universal Museum also acknowledges the strength of Shenzhou culture."

It was yet another instance of skillfully moving a weighty object with little force.

The deputy director’s smile had not yet fully formed when he was forced to stiffen.

He took a deep breath, glanced at Ye Wanlan, and continued walking forward.

The director wiped his sweat, muttering softly, "Old Liu, we’ve lived so long, yet we still don’t speak as well as Miss Ye. In the future, when the crew travels, we really need to have Miss Ye accompany us."

"What are you saying, can we even compare to Miss Ye?" Producer Liu scoffed coldly, "Can you ascend to heaven and plunge into the seas? If not, just keep your mouth shut."

The director: "..."

He was just an innocent ordinary person!

The Global Center clearly had a deep understanding of Shenzhou history, with each section arranged in the order of the Shun, Yong, Yin, Xi, Ning dynasties.

These five dynasties were the most prosperous periods in the history of Shenzhou.

Shun Dynasty was Shenzhou’s first great unified dynasty, Yong and Yin Dynasties expanded Shenzhou’s territory, Xi Dynasty was a period when Shenzhou’s economy was the global leader, leading up to the final Ning Dynasty.

So glorious, and yet destroyed in an instant, which made it all the more deeply regrettable and saddening.

"This painting was created collaboratively by the Great Master of the Daning, Han Yunsheng and the Female Prime Minister, Shen Mingshu," the deputy director cleared his throat before continuing, "I’m sure you are all familiar with these two individuals since they were also teachers to Her Royal Highness the Princess. Especially Imperial Tutor Han Yunsheng, whose original works start at ten digits in auctions."

Ye Wanlan’s gaze slightly hardened.

It was indeed an original work of her teacher, without a doubt.

She lifted her head, looking at the seal on the painting, "So, how much would this calligraphy sell for?"

"What are you joking about, Miss Ye?" the deputy director said with a tone of disdain, "Museum items cannot be purchased with money. Are the treasures in your museums also measured by money?"

At that moment, the deputy director finally experienced what it felt like to be utterly vindicated.

These treasures were all part of the Global Center, and the People of Shenzhou could only look; they couldn’t take them away.

At five-thirty, the half-day tour finally ended.

It was shocking, but nobody felt pleased.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the invitation for tonight’s evening party," the deputy director handed out an invitation, his tone slightly condescending, "It’s co-hosted by the World Cultural Heritage Center and us, please be sure to attend."

After leaving the Universal Museum and boarding the car to the party, Shen Yeqiu let out a breath, "What is the Universal Museum trying to suggest, by knocking us down?"

"They just want to tell us that these artifacts will never return to Shenzhou," Xu Qingyu sighed softly, "All their actions are deliberate."

"It’s an outright travesty!" The director was furious, "They’re the real robbers!"

Professor Shen shook his head, "But indeed, there’s no way to bring those collections from the Universal Museum back to Shenzhou."

Their only method now was to buy back the artifacts at a high price in auctions.

Ye Wanlan lifted her head, her voice calm, "Then we just have to fight well."

Her words were very calm, the tone even, but they somehow sent chills, suggesting a fierce resolve.

Sitting next to her, the director felt every hair on his body stand on end, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, "...Miss Ye?"

Fight? How?

Even the Five Great Families of Yunjing wouldn’t dare to utter such words!

"There will be a day," Ye Wanlan said, "when we will bring back everything that belongs to Shenzhou."

Nobody likes war, and she was no exception.

But the things of Shenzhou inevitably had to return.

Therefore, she hoped for a bloodless conquest.

The rest of the journey was very silent.

Tonight’s party was hosted by the cultural leaders of the Global Center, and only the team of "Treasures of The Divine Land" was specially invited as artists and celebrities didn’t qualify.

"Is this the director of ’Treasures of The Divine Land’?" a middle-aged man approached, raising his glass to the director, "Andrew Karl, head of the Intangible Cultural Division of the World Cultural Heritage Center, a pleasure to meet."

"Mr. Karl, hello," the director tapped his glass against Karl’s.

Following that, Andrew mingled with Producer Liu, Shen Yeqiu, Xu Qingyu, and the two others, clinking glasses with each one.

It wasn’t until a waiter presented a drink tray to Ye Wanlan that Andrew made no move to clink glasses.

"A mere girl, I won’t be drinking with her," Andrew gazed condescendingly at Ye Wanlan, "She should be toasting me if she wants to drink."

People around them looked at Ye Wanlan, some with sneers, none with any intention to help her.

If the People of Shenzhou thought a mere program could earn them enough respect at the Global Center, they were gravely mistaken.

In such a setting, with such forces arrayed, how could a girl, not yet twenty, resolve this?

Her image could be tarnished, which might provoke international criticism of "Treasures of The Divine Land."

Yet, Ye Wanlan remained serene, nodded slightly, and reached for the cup from the waiter’s hands.

A smile appeared on Andrew’s face.

But the next second, Ye Wanlan poured the wine onto the ground, barely smiling, "Then I’ll drink with your father."