Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 928: Xiao Lan, Brother Is Here [2nd Update]

Chapter 928: Chapter 928: Xiao Lan, Brother Is Here [2nd Update]

"..."

Time seemed to completely stand still and dissolve at this moment, with Heaven and Earth in silence, as if reaching the end of endless, swirling dust.

Ye Wanlan suddenly widened her eyes, looking at the tall man in front of her.

Despite having experienced many similar things before, her heart started to tremble uncontrollably.

Her eyelashes quivering, she opened her mouth: "Prin... Prince..."

The long-awaited title hung on the tip of her tongue, but after uttering the first word, she could not bring herself to say the rest, as all the sounds in her throat were drowned by sobs.

History spoke of the sibling bond between Princess Yongning and the King of Yan moving Heaven and Earth, but only Ye Wanlan knew the true significance of He Jia to her.

When she first came into this world, she knew only He Jia.

The siblings were dependent on each other, sharing their adversities.

He Jia was five years her senior, a boy back then, yet he took on the responsibility of an elder brother.

Her mother passed away from exhaustion after giving birth to her, leaving He Jia to act as both father and mother.

Ye Wanlan had already prepared herself for He Jia’s complete disappearance into the universe, never to return, but when he truly appeared before her, she could not bear the impact and stood dazed on the spot.

"Dumbstruck? Well, it was indeed just a Dharma form earlier." He Jia bent down slightly, just like many times before, reaching out to pat her head, even though he could not touch her. "I heard your call, and it awoke me just now."

As he spoke, his handsome, icy face softened a bit, as if the ice was melting only for the arrival of the spring breeze, remaining as hard as iron otherwise.

No wonder the King of Yan’s subordinates warmly welcomed Princess Yongning to the camp, as He Jia only showed a smile when she appeared.

Ye Wanlan stared blankly at the familiar face before her, suddenly recalling a time long ago, so long that she and He Jia had not been taken back to the palace by Ning Zhaozong and roamed the lands freely.

She was born with ailments, and during her infancy, the palace was turbulent, which worsened her condition.

Many wanted to kill them, and it was always He Jia guarding by her side.

She asked back then: "What if when brother is not around, she encounters danger, what should she do?"

He Jia answered thus: "As long as you call me, I hear your voice, I will surely appear. Brother is always here."

The somewhat immature boy at this moment overlapped with the mesmerizing face before her, the wheels of time having turned three hundred years, bringing back old acquaintances once more.

Indeed, having lived for three lifetimes and being trapped by time for a full nine hundred and ninety-nine years, Ye Wanlan was over a thousand years old.

She always acted alone, doing everything herself.

As an Emperor, she often led the charge personally.

If she didn’t take responsibility, how could she expect others to do so?

But she was ultimately not a god, just a human; she could hurt, she could cry, she could tire, but she never showed it in front of outsiders.

Yet all defenses would fall before the ones closest to her.

Yan Tingfeng, Xiang Mingyu, Hua Yingyue, and most of all, He Jia.

"Prince Brother!" The tears that hung in her eyes finally fell, and Ye Wanlan, once she spoke, choked out, "I... It’s so good that you can come back."

A thousand words in the end condensed into this single sentence.

"Heartless." He Jia lowered his lashes, saying softly, "Haven’t even thought of me?"

Ye Wanlan raised her hand, wiping away the tears on her face, turning her head: "Of course I thought of you, just..."

"Just teasing." He Jia raised his hand again, a faint smile gracing his lips, "Xiao Lan, brother is here."

Having just awoken, he was not clear on where this was, nor did he know what had happened.

But he only needed to confirm one thing—

All who harmed his sister must die.

The direction of Ye Wanlan’s sword was his enemy.

She didn’t question right or wrong, didn’t question morality.

Because her right and wrong were his full-blood sister’s.

Ye Wanlan’s heart trembled, realizing for the first time her tears increased the more she wiped them away.

"Alright, stop crying." He Jia’s voice carried a bit of helplessness, "Prince Brother doesn’t want to make you cry."

Since she moved into the East Palace, her expressions became fewer, only occasionally revealing joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness in front of family.

He Jia felt pained, but he knew it was the path an Emperor must walk.

Step by step to that position above all others, even a slight misstep would lead to shattered bones.

"Hah... hah..." Heavy panting sounded, filled with intense anger and unwillingness, the High Priest’s voice squeezed out through gritted teeth, "You these siblings, do you see me as invisible?!"

Recounting memories and expressing emotions right in front of him, did they really think that just because his heart was pierced, they could do nothing against them?!

Did they truly believe that defeating him could rewrite the fate of Atlantis heading towards destruction?

In your dreams!

In an instant, Ye Wanlan and He Jia both turned to the High Priest; they didn’t even need to say a word like "this is not the time to talk more, dealing with the enemy is key."

He Jia’s smile faded, and Ye Wanlan’s tears stopped.

"King of Yan, He Jia." The High Priest coughed a few times, suddenly wearing a strange smile, "You hid so deeply; surely you have long heard Xiang Lan’s call, yet you endured without coming out."

It was precisely because the King of Yan was so restrained that he believed the King of Yan could never return.

Otherwise, if the King of Yan returned, he would surely reconsider his tactics carefully.

He Jia, usually silent and reserved, did not speak at this moment either; he only gave Ye Wanlan a look.

"Prince Brother, leave the rest to me." Ye Wanlan inserted the Life and Death Needle into her vital point, a surge of warmth rushing into her Dantian, "His greatest power lies still in Chongming Country."

The High Priest was indeed terrifying; even with just a fragment of a soul and spirit, his power had reached such a level.

Moreover, he was not even among the higher echelons of the Time Administration Bureau, yet he had the power to upend a small world.

No wonder that even though she was the Time Betrayer and had killed several Time Judges, the Time Administration Bureau did not send formal employees to kill her, as in their eyes she was indeed just an ant.

But all who thought her to be an ant were dead.

Giving no more time for the High Priest to buffer, Ye Wanlan bit her fingertip, performing the Art and Method, using her blood to form chains binding him to the spot, chains that could prevent the soul’s escape.

"Xiang Lan, the final day is approaching!" As if knowing this avatar of his couldn’t escape, the High Priest started laughing madly again, "Do you know what the final day is? The final day is—"

"Boom!"

With an explosion, under the gaze of thousands, the High Priest turned to dust.