Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 721 Her Royal Highness the Princess has a sweetheart? [1st update]

Chapter 721: 721 Her Royal Highness the Princess has a sweetheart? [1st update]

But Yan Shunhua could be certain that he had indeed never seen this face of Yan Tingfeng before.

He was naturally drawn to beautiful things and people, and if he had ever seen it, he would never forget.

Moreover, if this face had existed in his own era, the title of the most beautiful person in the Jianghu would not have fallen upon him.

However, Yan Shunhua was sixty percent sure that he knew this person.

Even Xiang Lan had changed his appearance entirely, leaving him unrecognizable, so why couldn’t others do the same?

Watching Yan Tingfeng heal Xiang Lan, Yan Shunhua also found it somewhat peculiar.

Of course, he could see how severe Xiang Lan’s injuries were, but for those of them who walked on the edge of a knife, no matter how severe the injuries, they would never stop unless they had reached a safe place.

This proved that this place and the young man with white hair were exceptionally safe for Xiang Lan.

There were all too few people who could make Princess Yongning feel safe.

Yan Shunhua was thoughtful.

"Boss, Miss Ye’s injury is deep, reaching the bone. Just relying on herbs won’t be enough," the Right Protector said with difficulty, "If only we could get the medical equipment produced by the International Strategic Studies Institute, we could use the new technology to repair the wound first."

"Hm." Yan Tingfeng tilted his head, "Go get it from them."

The Right Protector tentatively asked, "Boss, how should we get it?"

"Just get it." Yan Tingfeng continued to heal Ye Wanlan, "Up to you."

The Right Protector scratched his head and immediately pulled the Left Protector to the International Strategic Studies Institute.

Looking at Ye Wanlan’s left shoulder, Yan Tingfeng slowly furrowed his brow.

With her current strength, there was absolutely no reason for her to suffer such near-fatal injuries.

He suddenly remembered that in the Eastern Wilderness, Ye Wanlan had also suffered similar injuries.

These two instances seemed unrelated, yet made him feel some kind of intricate connection.

What could it be?

Yan Tingfeng reached out to feel Ye Wanlan’s forehead temperature, sighed softly, and sat quietly beside her.

The sun set and rose again, clouds drifted across the sky, and the sunlight was dazzling.

A warm breeze blew in through the window, gently caressing the girl’s cheeks, like an angel’s kiss, soft as a dream.

Ye Wanlan’s eyelashes fluttered slightly before she slowly opened her eyes.

"You’re awake." Yan Shunhua’s brow moved slightly, "Did you sleep well?"

Ye Wanlan pressed one hand to her head, and with the other hand on the edge of the bed, slowly sat up: "How long did I sleep?"

"Not long, only a day and a night." Yan Shunhua said, "It’s lucky it’s the current you. If it were your previous frail self, such an injury would have taken your life in an instant."

"Your ability to adapt is greater than I thought." Ye Wanlan leaned against the bed, "Have you already understood the current situation?"

"Through the conversations of those around us and the scenery outside, I got a rough idea." Yan Shunhua slightly curled his lips, "Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it’s three hundred years later."

But for him, it was just a blink of an eye.

"Yes, it really is fast." Ye Wanlan turned to look out the window, "We meet again."

"So, what happened to you?" Yan Shunhua’s gaze locked tightly onto this extremely unfamiliar face, "When you were buried, I was right beside."

"It’s a long story. If I hadn’t personally experienced it, I wouldn’t have believed it." Ye Wanlan smiled faintly, "But no matter what the reason and process were, there is only one result: I have returned."

Yan Shunhua’s heart trembled, he exhaled a long breath and laughed, "Yes, you’re back."

Princess Yongning was indeed the greatest variable of Shenzhou.

Even if he was puzzled, there was no need to ask further.

"Beep beep beep—"

The phone rang.

Ye Wanlan picked it up and opened the group chat.

[Ghostbuster Bro]: Brothers and sisters, I received another bonus. I don’t know which god dealt with our Supernatural Affairs Office’s traitors, not just one, but two! I got a double bonus.

[Crazy Scientist]: Why don’t I have such luck?

[Cultured Person]: Understand him. Their salary is too low, and the guy still lives in a basement.

[Ghostbuster Bro]: What’s wrong with basements? My basement is over two hundred square feet!

[Ghostbuster Bro]: I don’t know who the kind person responsible for the performance is, but if I find out, I’ll definitely thank them well!

Ye Wanlan raised an eyebrow and slowly typed three words.

[YN]: I did it.

These three words made the entire group fall silent.

[Shenzhou University Gate Security]: Didn’t you go to the Si Family? Were the two traitors from the Supernatural Affairs Office also there?

[Ghostbuster Bro]: So it was Sister YN! Sister YN is righteous. I’ll treat you to dinner tonight!

[YN]: I won’t have time in the coming days. I need to return to Shenzhou.

[World’s Richest]: Need any help?

[YN]: Thank you.

Ye Wanlan put the phone down and got out of bed.

"Your injuries haven’t fully healed yet. Where are you going now?" Yan Shunhua frowned, "Brother He isn’t here, but you can’t be so reckless."

The former Princess Yongning was indeed weak in body, but her determination was exceptionally strong.

This too had its downsides. Once she decided, no one could change her mind, except for He Jia who could persuade her a little.

Ye Wanlan put on her jacket, her voice calm: "To take you back to Shenzhou."

Yan Shunhua was startled, and after a moment, he softly murmured, repeating the three words: "Back to Shenzhou?"

He slowly closed his eyes, his mind drifting back to the blood-soaked mountains and rivers of three hundred years ago.

He was without military power, lingering among the people, and by the time he learned of the three kings’ deaths, it was already too late.

By the time he reached the Eastern Wilderness, he could only see scorched earth, red rivers, and bodies strewn everywhere.

At that time, Yan Shunhua already knew that with his power alone, he could not alter the outcome of this war.

The Ning Dynasty was destined to lose.

But even so, he could never leave.

The Four Directions Nobility guarded the continent and naturally had to advance and retreat with Shenzhou.

Yan Shunhua did not remember how many people he had killed, only the overwhelming red in his vision.

In the end, he was completely consumed by madness.

He did not care about death, but he did care about his appearance.

If future generations found his bones and restored his death appearance, he preferred that his bones never be found at all.

Yan Shunhua’s fingers trembled, slowly touching his face.

"You can’t see yourself in the mirror, but I can describe it to you." Ye Wanlan saw through his thoughts, unhurried, "Our Carefree Prince’s face is as beautiful as jade."

Yan Shunhua’s body shook, finally breathing a sigh of relief, "That’s good, dying so unsightly back then, thankfully no one saw."

"Hm." Ye Wanlan said, "I saw."

Yan Shunhua paused, glancing at her, "You saw and saw, as long as no one else saw, that’s enough."

"Oh?" Ye Wanlan chuckled, "Is it really no one, or just Yingyue?"

"What are you saying?" Yan Shunhua’s expression unchanged, "She probably can’t wait for me to grow old and ugly so she can mock me over it."

Ye Wanlan nodded, "Hope you can keep that stiff-lipped."

Yan Shunhua: "..."

His brow twitched, feeling as if a secret of his had been exposed.

"Creak," the door was pushed open at that moment, and Yan Tingfeng came in with a bowl of medicine, "Xiao Wan."

"Tingting." Ye Wanlan looked up, "I need to go back to Shenzhou now to return the Flowing Cloud Fan."

Yan Tingfeng’s brow furrowed slightly but he nodded, "Okay, but drink this bowl of medicine first, I’ll feed you."

Under Yan Shunhua’s slightly shocked gaze, Ye Wanlan actually took the bowl of medicine and drank it all.

It should be known that He Jia and Xiang Lan, the siblings, couldn’t bear the bitterness of medicine, and their rejection was strong.

Besides He Jia, it turns out there’s someone who can make Xiang Lan take medicine?

"I’ll prepare for it." Yan Tingfeng nodded, "We’ll head back to Shenzhou in a while."

He took the empty bowl out and closed the door again.

Ye Wanlan turned around, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because I’m thinking of something very important." Yan Shunhua smiled, "Could it be... our princess has a crush?"