Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 712 Unpredictable situations! [2 more updates]

Chapter 712: 712 Unpredictable situations! [2 more updates]

The surface of this Flowing Cloud Fan is indeed not made of paper.

Rather, it is made from sharp golden silkworm threads and a kind of metal called Soft Cloud Iron.

The former is silk spit out by golden silkworms, unbreakable by fire, and undestroyed by water.

The latter is a very rare metal, soft like dough, yet indestructible, capable of resisting many assaults.

This fan can be used for attack and defense; its surface and ribs are crafted exquisitely, making it an excellent accessory, hence it is something Yan Shunhua never parts from.

Yan Shunhua knows she and Fu Guang are close friends, so she specially asked her to invite Fu Guang to inscribe a poem on this Flowing Cloud Fan.

The poem on the right side of the fan surface was composed by Fu Guang for Yan Shunhua.

Though the poem bears no signature, anyone who has researched Fu Style would know who wrote it.

Sure enough, a student had already blurted out: "Fu Style! This is a poem written by Fu Guang; could it be that the fan’s owner is Fu Guang?"

Chinese classics are a required subject at Shenzhou University, and many of Fu Guang’s poems are included in the curricula, making the students quite familiar with her work.

"Indeed, this poem was indeed written by Fu Guang, but the fan does not belong to Fu Guang." The female professor spoke, "There is a symbol ’Yan’ on the fan handle."

An astonished girl exclaimed, "Carefree King?!"

Among the Four Directions Nobility, only the Carefree King was famous not for his military prowess but for his exceptional beauty and outstanding skills in Zither, Go, Calligraphy, and Painting.

The matters of romantic beauty are often what the public holds dear.

Thus, Yan Shunhua has a large following even in later generations.

"According to our archaeological experts’ deduction, this indeed is an item Yan Shunhua, the Carefree King, carried with him." The female professor nodded, "This fan perfectly aligns with his preferences, and experts further deduce that he could get Fu Guang to inscribe a poem because of his connection through Princess Yongning."

Ye Wanlan’s eyelashes lowered as she let out a slight cold laugh.

Indeed, the Global Center has deeply researched Shenzhou, yet why does Yan Shunhua’s Flowing Cloud Fan appear here?

Apparently, the Battle of Ten Thousand Armies three hundred years ago indeed had the handiwork of the Global Center.

"Please come forward one by one to observe," the female professor continued, "If you have any questions, feel free to ask, but remember that these cultural relics are invaluable and absolutely must not be touched."

The students grew excited.

To observe a culturally and historically valuable artifact from such a close distance is extraordinarily fortunate and rare.

"Wanlan, do we really have no way to bring the Flowing Cloud Fan back to Shenzhou?" the girl gritted her teeth, "They’re nothing but a bunch of thieves!"

Ye Wanlan remained silent, trailing behind the other students, drawing closer to the Flowing Cloud Fan.

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, she indeed cannot take the Flowing Cloud Fan away.

But touching it is a different matter.

Even surveillance cameras can’t capture Ye Wanlan’s deceptive actions.

What she seeks is the fragmented history of the past, the part of history belonging to Yan Shunhua!

"Whoosh—"

The light before her eyes blurred, and when it became clear again, what appeared was a ruins.

Ye Wanlan instantly recognized it as the second largest city in the Eastern Wilderness.

Given the current scene, the timeline must be after Hua Yingyue’s death in battle.

"Everyone says the Carefree King has a handsome visage, leaving Shenzhou’s men and women enthralled and mad with admiration." A laugh came from behind her, "Seeing it today proves the fame wasn’t exaggerated. Clearly a man yet born with such a daughterly face, hahaha—"

The laughter was rich with ridicule, certainly not praise, but an insult.

Ye Wanlan slowly turned around, finally seeing the instigators from three hundred years ago once more.

Today, she can ascertain that these individuals’ location indeed had a civilization more advanced than the Ning Dynasty.

With their technological power, they could easily impose a dimension-reducing strike on the Ning Dynasty.

But due to certain limitations, they couldn’t unleash their full force.

Facing thirty thousand troops is but one person.

That person stands sideways, sand blowing in his face, yet his unparalleled visage remains unobscured.

The Ning Zhaozong and the former Empress were already exceptionally beautiful; it’s no wonder their offspring are not lacking.

The leader among the Four Directions Nobility, Yan Wang Hejia, is the dream suitor of many maidens.

Hejia’s features are sharp, his silhouette chilly, highly aggressive, commanding awe.

However, Yan Shunhua was born with such a daughterly appearance, exceedingly beautiful, his talent in performing as a female on stage drew crowds who came simply to glimpse him.

Yan Shunhua remained silent as blood dripped from his fingers, dyeing the Flowing Cloud Fan crimson.

Ye Wanlan finally understood.

Why, when she was observing the Flowing Cloud Fan earlier, did she find the golden silk carrying traces of red? It turns out it was Yan Shunhua’s blood.

Currently, he was severely injured.

Yet the Royal Noble’s pride will not allow him to bow.

Presumably, he rushed to the Eastern Wilderness as soon as he heard the news.

Unfortunately, he still arrived too late.

Yan Shunhua’s expression was grim.

"General, he is a carefree prince, supposedly not as skilled as the other three kings," a deputy general said, "Moreover, King of Yan, Prince of Chu, and King Qin would rather die than submit, so we haven’t had the pleasure of humiliating them."

The opposing general nodded thoughtfully, "Indeed."

These People of Shenzhou have unyielding spirits; you can’t break them by fighting, which makes it all quite dull.

"General, didn’t we bring that thing before we came here—" The deputy gestured, "Wouldn’t it be perfect to use it on him?"

"This..." The opposing general hesitated, "Before the troops were dispatched, the commander said we were forbidden to use technological powers beyond what this world possesses, as it might bring disaster!"

The world principles are everywhere and cannot be defied by anyone.

"Commander, it’s only for a moment," the deputy urged again, "Don’t you want to humiliate him properly?"

The opposing general pondered for a moment before responding, "That’s reasonable, summon the men!"

"Buzz—!"

A glaring light shot out; Yan Shunhua was already heavily injured and could barely stand, naturally unable to dodge.

The next second, Ye Wanlan’s expression changed drastically, and he blurted out, "Shunhua!"

For under the illumination of the light, Yan Shunhua’s face started aging rapidly, visible to the naked eye.

Not only his face but even his body changed from tall and majestic to gradually hunched.

In just a few seconds, his face, once more beautiful than the Oiran of the Imperial Music Bureau, was covered with wrinkles, unrecognizable.

It wasn’t merely aging him but directly plundering his vitality!

Inner Energy Practitioners have the power to halt their youth because, whether in appearance, black hair, or glowing skin, as long as the vitality is sufficient, they can continually nourish it.

But once the vitality is lost, naturally, these cannot be maintained.

"Hahaha, look at that ugly appearance, and you call him Yan Shunhua, pfft!"

"Drag him to the riverside and have him take a good look at himself."

"I think we should hang him on the city gate and let his admirers see."

"Dare to come alone to the Eastern Wilderness; does he think he’s King Qin? He doesn’t even have half a soldier under his command, disgraceful..."

It was as if someone was playing a sorrowful tune, countless voices intertwined.

The sound of the zither was like weeping, the flute’s sound mournful, and the vast mountains and rivers wailed.

Ears filled with misery, eyes filled with desolation.

Ye Wanlan knew what this was.

It’s the bones of millions of the Shenzhou Land Continent, unresolved grievances refusing to leave.

A piece of land soaked in blood, ten thousand soldiers, ten thousand souls.

And it was in the song "Flourishing Divine Land," where she had personally written down the fall of the Ning Dynasty.

"Red beauty turns fierce flames crumbling,

Drunk lying on the battlefield not returning home,

Body shackled and locked,

Bones shattered into sand—"

Ye Wanlan’s voice was very soft, finally completing the lyrics that belonged to the Carefree King: "The brows and eyes ultimately wither..."

It turned out to be like this.

Yan Shunhua could naturally perceive the changes in himself.

"Always looking at himself in the mirror, I, the King, have never been as flamboyant as you." Hua Yingyue’s voice echoed, in a disdainful tone, "If someday you grow old and a wrinkle appears on your face, wouldn’t it break your heart? At that time, don’t expect me, the King, to console you."

Yan Shunhua lowered his head; the wrinkles were not only on his face but also on his hands.

He coughed, slowly spitting blood, "It seems His Highness Prince Qin guessed me correctly again..."

But as the Carefree King, he was both named a Royal Noble, and how could he truly lack the substance of a Royal Noble?

Though the King of Yan guarded the Northwest, the Prince of Chu pacified the Southern Frontier, King Qin protected the Eastern Wilderness, and the Emperor guarded the nation, they indeed didn’t need him to lead the troops.

But this didn’t mean his strength was indeed inferior to these three.

Yan Shunhua still smiled, yet his gaze changed.

The enemy didn’t notice, still laughing and mocking him.

Yan Shunhua chuckled lightly, "Since you all came together, that’s fine, remain here altogether then!"

"Buzz—"

In an instant, the winds and clouds changed!