Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 642 Sister Lan: Do you think I still resemble my old self? [ - 2]

Chapter 642: 642 Sister Lan: Do you think I still resemble my old self? [Chapter 2]

"It turns out, according to our previous speculations, Su Han Yan stole part of Palace Master Yun Qing’s results," Xie Linyuan said slowly. "So now Taiyi Palace is under the Su Family, not the Shui Family."

Huo Jingyu didn’t speak, but his gaze was cold, and his fingers clenched tightly.

"This Su Han Yan only dares to make these small moves when Yun Qing is not around," Hua Yingyue snorted coldly. "If either Yun Qing or Xintang were here, even if she had a hundred guts, she wouldn’t dare."

"If Ah Lan hadn’t mentioned it today, I wouldn’t have remembered there was such a person in Taiyi Palace," Xiang Mingyu lightly tapped his forehead. "But since Ah Lan already has a plan, we just need to wait and see."

Ye Wanlan raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Aunt trusts me this much?"

"If Aunt doesn’t trust you, then who is worth trusting?" Xiang Mingyu chuckled. "You wouldn’t know this, but after you left, your father was at a loss for a whole month, not knowing how to approve the memorials!"

Princess Yongning was not just the master of the East Palace, the future Crown Prince.

Her power at that time was essentially equivalent to that of a Vice King, helping Ning Zhaozong with numerous state affairs.

Ning Zhaozong trusted her abilities completely, entrusting many major matters to her.

Upon hearing this, Ye Wanlan fell silent for a moment before slowly speaking, "It’s me... I’m sorry, Father."

"What are you saying? There is no need to apologize," Xiang Mingyu furrowed her brows in displeasure. "You’ve lived up to everyone. You did nothing wrong, and Aunt does not allow you to speak of yourself like this."

She understood what Ye Wanlan’s "sorry" meant, feeling guilty for departing too early, leaving her family to mourn her loss.

But how can such things carved into the wheel of fate be within human control?

Everything is destined.

"Aunt still spoils me," Ye Wanlan smiled. "How Su Han Yan survived until now, there will be an answer before sunrise tomorrow. Until then, Marshal Huo."

Huo Jingyu snapped out of his thoughts, "I will follow your orders, Your Royal Highness!"

"It’s not anything like climbing a mountain of knives or plunging into a sea of fire, just borrowing a person," Ye Wanlan said. "I need to take Yun Qing away for a while."

"Your Highness wishes to..." Huo Jingyu was initially taken aback, then suddenly realized, "Yun Qing is an independent individual, not mine. Your Highness only needs to ask for her opinion."

Ye Wanlan raised her eyebrows, "Now, I feel relieved."

Hua Yingyue said to Xie Linyuan, "Learn."

Xie Linyuan: "?"

**

At the same time, at the Yunjing Lin Family.

Lin Shiyuan, as usual, was playing the zither.

After hearing Steward Lin’s report, she still managed to calmly ask, "Su Ningxiang is dead?"

Steward Lin dared not lift his head, his voice even weaker, "...Yes, Miss Shiyuan, killed by Su Xueqing personally, with one deadly strike."

Just as his words fell—

"Crack!"

The zither string in Lin Shiyuan’s hand snapped.

Upon seeing this, Steward Lin dared not even breathe, his heart pounding like a drum, his body breaking out in cold sweat.

"Dead..." Lin Shiyuan looked at her empty fingers, letting out a slight cold laugh, "Ha! So Su Ningxiang is dead."

On the surface, she and Su Ningxiang always maintained a peaceful relationship.

Some even said they admired each other, as among the five heirs, only they were female.

But in reality, both knew they were hurdles in each other’s future paths.

Su Ningxiang wanted to kill her, and she wanted to eliminate Su Ningxiang.

It’s just that as long as their fundamental interests were not threatened, neither of them could act against each other, as it would draw the Su and Lin families into conflict.

Lin Shiyuan knew well that in the future, only one of them could survive.

She had anticipated many outcomes and prepared various plans for them, but never imagined Su Ningxiang would die at Su Xueqing’s hands.

"Su Ningxiang, did you ever imagine you would die at the hands of someone you looked down upon?" Lin Shiyuan closed her eyes and said softly, "You were arrogant, and I treated you with respect, yet you fell here like this."

Steward Lin’s cold sweat dripped even more, but he didn’t dare say a word.

"But I’m not like you. I won’t," Lin Shiyuan continued to murmur to herself. "I’ve always known that even when the lion hunts the rabbit, it uses its full strength."

Su Ningxiang died without grievances.

Lin Shiyuan looked up, her expression calm. "What about Su Xueqing?"

"This..." Steward Lin wiped his sweat. "Su Xueqing was taken away by the Su Family Elder Group, and hasn’t come out since."

"Hmm." Lin Shiyuan raised her head, "Tomorrow, the Su Family will have a new family head, and we must be prepared."

If one family moves, the other four will follow suit.

Yunjing is indeed about to descend into chaos.

While other families marveled at Su Xueqing’s sudden rise, about to become the Su Family Head, Su Xueqing was actually far from the glamorous facade they imagined, suffering immensely.

She had followed Su Han Yan to her secluded residence, and as soon as she stepped into the courtyard, all the windows and doors were closed.

Su Xueqing knew beforehand that Su Han Yan meant no good, but even so, she couldn’t help feeling a jolt of fear.

"Su Xueqing, I know you have a great mentor advising you," Su Han Yan coughed, her gaze still icy cold, getting straight to the point. "I will give you a chance. Bring out this mentor of yours, and perhaps I will spare your life."

"Boom!"

The pressure surged like waves, all pressing down on Su Xueqing.

Su Xueqing let out a muffled groan, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, but she struggled to remain standing.

Nobody, including Shui Yunqing and Ye Xintang, who had the most contact with her, could truly understand Su Han Yan’s character because she hid it so well.

In reality, Su Han Yan was ruthless and narrow-minded.

From the very beginning, she never intended to leave Su Xueqing alive.

The only reason she kept her around was to draw out the person supporting Su Xueqing.

"If your master does not appear today, then unfortunately, you will have to die here," Su Han Yan flicked her hand, releasing a Silver Needle.

The needle flew straight toward Su Xueqing’s vital point, swift and urgent.

Even though Su Xueqing was extremely gifted and a true disciple of Shui Yunqing, her age was against her, and her training time too short.

Indeed, while Su Han Yan had remained low-profile, she was a second disciple of her generation, so her strength certainly wasn’t ordinary.

Now, three hundred years on, Su Han Yan’s Inner Strength had grown to terrifying levels.

Su Xueqing had no ability to resist and could only watch as the Silver Needle was about to pierce into her major artery.

"Smack!"

Then suddenly!

The Silver Needle halted mid-air, just one millimeter from Su Xueqing’s skin!

A little further, and it would have killed Su Xueqing instantly.

Yet, it paused right there.

Su Han Yan’s expression changed.

"Finally, you appear," she turned her wheelchair, "I wonder if you are an old acquaintance."

Judging from Su Xueqing’s Acupuncture Technique and Alchemy skills, she deduced that Su Xueqing’s mentor was no less skilled than herself.

Therefore, it had to be someone from the same era!

Was it Zhu Jinwei?

No, impossible, Zhu Jinwei was already dead.

However, Zhu Jinwei had disgusted her to the extreme, having laid a trap for her before dying, splitting medicine and medical arts forever.

Su Han Yan’s gaze cooled again.

Su Xueqing, having borne too much pressure, could no longer endure.

"A...Lan, go..." After laboriously uttering these three words, she fell unconscious.

Su Han Yan had acted without warning, contrary to Su Xueqing’s expectations.

Ye Wanlan immediately advanced, quickly placing a pill into Su Xueqing’s mouth, and channeled some Inner Strength into her body.

"I hear you wish to see me?" Ye Wanlan looked up, meeting Su Han Yan’s eyes, "Now that I’m standing before you, how much do I resemble the old days to you?"