Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl

The voice was calm and even, devoid of any fluctuation.

"Who's there?!"

The middle-aged man hadn't recovered from his shock when his right shoulder was suddenly seized by a hand.

"Crack!"

That hand merely twisted lightly at his shoulder bone, and for some reason, after touching a certain joint, his right arm was forcibly dislocated.

"Ahh——!!" The middle-aged man screamed in agony, his strength drained away, and he slumped to the ground, his legs giving out beneath him.

The Concentricity Pendant in his hand now belonged to Ye Wanlan.

Ye Wanlan looked down at it.

Dragon and phoenix brought auspiciousness, a perfect match of gold and jade.

It was her Concentricity Pendant.

After three hundred years, she had finally laid eyes once more on the Jade Pendant that had accompanied her since birth.

"Tongxin, you poor thing!" the Qingyun Pendant sobbed, "You were almost taken away by the bad guys, thankfully Her Royal Highness the Princess saved you."

The Tongxin Pendant had no response, clearly incapable of speaking like the Qingyun Pendant.

Ye Wanlan's appearance had caught all the tomb robbers present completely off guard.

Their hideout was very well concealed, and the magnetic field of Yan Mountain could cause many instruments to malfunction, which had allowed them to evade capture for a long time.

How could a lone young girl have found this place?

"Boss, it's her! Last time she bought a dagger from one of our informants, and it turned out to belong to the legacy of the King of Yan," the young man said fiercely, staring at Ye Wanlan, "but this stinky girl was clever enough to report it to Bureau 723, leading to several of our brothers being arrested."

"Kill her!" The middle-aged man was sweating profusely, his roar angry, "No one's here, kill her and bury her quickly, no one will know, this stinky girl has considerable strength, be careful!"

"You're right," Ye Wanlan nodded slightly, "here, killing and burying someone, indeed no one would know."

Seven or eight tall and strapping young men stood up and surrounded Ye Wanlan.

"Stinky girl, you saved us the trouble of looking for you. Since you came to us, hand over King of Yan's dagger," the young man sneered, "Don't make us mar that pretty face of yours—"

"But I promised my uncle and the professors that I would be a law-abiding citizen," Ye Wanlan said, pinching her wrist casually, "it's just that you guys are going to be bothered now."

If she were to kill someone, she wouldn't cause the slightest bit of pain; she could even let the person die gently amidst honeyed words.

But beating someone up, that was a completely different matter.

"Bang!"

"Bang bang!"

The only sounds in the entire cave were the impact of fists and the screams of the tomb robbers. Always read at the source—MV@LEMP@YR.

"Well done, splendid!" the Qingyun Pendant cheered continuously, "Her Royal Highness the Princess is mighty!"

Princess Yongning had a frail constitution because her mother, Empress Rongde, was disturbed by chaos in the palace during her pregnancy, and thus the Empress ultimately passed away.

However, after returning to the palace, her body had actually recovered to that of a normal person's under care. It's just that she was unable to gather Inner Strength and cultivate martial arts.

The reason for her early demise was actually due to being appointed as Crown Prince at the age of fourteen and running around tirelessly for the past three years, which led to her succumbing to an illness.

Furthermore, the sudden arrival of a great plague across the land was the final straw that broke her.

At this moment, watching Ye Wanlan single-handedly sweep all the tomb robbers to the ground, the Qingyun Pendant wanted to cry.

Their princess had suffered too much in the past, often envying healthy people for their robust physical prowess.

Ye Wanlan dealt with the last of the tomb robbers, took out a cellphone from the middle-aged man's pocket, turned it on, and then threw it onto him.

The remaining cleanup would be left to Bureau 723.

Ye Wanlan walked outside, "How did the Tongxin Pendant end up here?"

"Because after Her Royal Highness left, Lord Prince Yan kept the Tongxin and hung it together with me," the Qingyun Pendant said, "Probably when the land fell, Tongxin and I were separated."

Ye Wanlan nodded.

The number of earthquakes at Yan Mountain were too numerous to count, and the mechanisms of the passageways were constantly changing.

"Do you know where I was buried?" Ye Wanlan then asked.

The Qingyun Pendant was stunned, "Prin... Her Royal Highness, do you plan to go see your own tomb and then pay respects to yourself?"

This was even stranger than its ability to communicate with people.

"Forgive me, Your Highness, I don't know," the Qingyun Pendant said earnestly, "Every time Lord Prince Yan visited you, he would take three days off to rest, then bathe and burn incense. He only went in plain clothes and didn't bring anything."

Ye Wanlan paused, "He didn't bring anything?"

"Oh no, that's not right, of course he would bring your favorite dishes," the Qingyun Pendant said, "The crucian carp soup and stir-fried asparagus with shrimp that you like, Lord Prince Yan definitely always cooked a portion himself to bring with him each time he visited."

Ye Wanlan remained silent, quietly watching the direction of the Venus, without uttering a word.

"So before, I was wondering why the list of dishes Her Royal Highness the Princess ordered for that lad didn't include any of his past favorites?" Qingyun Pendant eventually voiced this perplexity.

After a very long silence, Ye Wanlan finally smiled faintly, "Because Prince Brother is no more, I must be cautious, ever more cautious."

In this era, she could afford no mistake, not even the slightest.

But since she is human, how is it possible to never err?

Neither she nor the King of Yan were gods. In the past, they could cover for each other's mistakes, but what about now?

Silent all the way, Ye Wanlan returned to the camp, which was brightly lit.

"Miss Ye!" Seeing her, Bing He wiped his sweat and gasped for breath, "You've finally shown up, the teacher has been looking for you. He's almost frantic."

Exaggerating Yan Tingfeng's reaction a bit shouldn't cause any problems, right?

"Sorry, I was out for a walk; I'll inform you beforehand next time." Ye Wanlan asked, "Where is your teacher?"

Bing He immediately led the way, "Over here, Miss Ye, please follow me."

By the bonfire, Yan Tingfeng stood sideways, with the firelight reflecting on his handsome features, yet still cold and intimidating.

Bing He approached, "Teacher, we've found Miss Ye."

Upon hearing this, Yan Tingfeng turned his head, and the hostility in his eyes dissipated, transformed into a gentle spring water.

"It's good that Miss Ye is unharmed." Yan Tingfeng said, "It's not that I am being overprotective, but the Seismological Bureau just issued new alerts—there are likely to be several more earthquakes soon."

"Sorry, and thank you for this time. I wouldn't have been able to get out so smoothly without you," Ye Wanlan thought for a moment and took a candy out of her pocket, "Want one?"

She didn't particularly like sweets herself; carrying candy was actually for He Jia who couldn't handle anything bitter.

Yan Tingfeng took it, "Is this... for placating children?"

"Sort of." Ye Wanlan pondered and then raised an eyebrow, "So, were you placated?"

Yan Tingfeng unwrapped the candy, placing the transparent lychee-flavored sweet in his mouth, "What if I said I wasn't?"

Ye Wanlan fished out another candy, "How about one more?"

"Now I am," Yan Tingfeng smiled, "It's getting late, Miss Ye should rest."

Bing He: "..."

Why did he feel like their Young Master was a bit childish?

He must have seen wrong.

After escorting Ye Wanlan to her quarters, Yan Tingfeng looked down, fixating on the second piece of candy.

Meanwhile, Bing He took a call from Bureau 723.

"Young Master, there's a call from the bureau—they found that group of tomb robbers," Bing He's expression was somewhat hard to describe, "It's just—"

Yan Tingfeng turned his head slightly, "What is it?"

"They've all been knocked out cold, and no one knows by whom," Bing He said cautiously, "We were able to locate them because they had turned on their cell phones, capturing a faint signal."

Yan Tingfeng smiled faintly, "Maybe it wasn't intentional."

She had helped him again.

"Young Master?" Bing He was startled.

Yan Tingfeng didn't explain, simply instructing, "Pack up, get ready to head back to Jiangcheng."

**

The next morning.

Professor Xue and Professor Foo had already been waiting at Ye Wanlan's door, and after confirming that she was indeed not seriously injured, they both let out a sigh of relief.

"Wanlan, you saved me this time, and I don't know how to thank you," Professor Xue said earnestly, "Not to mention the great merit you have earned for our Archaeological Center, I must bring you additional rewards."

Ye Wanlan spoke up, "Professor, this was voluntary—"

"Hi, your willingness aside, I can't just exploit you because of it. How would that be right?" Professor Xue glared.

"Professor." Ye Wanlan thought for a moment, "Aside from that dagger, I want to donate something else to the Yunjing Museum."

The Concentricity Pendant did indeed hold great significance to her, but it would be more meaningful to have it in the Yunjing Museum, allowing more people of Shenzhou to admire this pinnacle creation of ancient jewelry craftsmanship.

One must not forget the legacy of the ancestors.

Professor Xue was taken aback, "What else do you have?"

Ye Wanlan opened the box containing the Concentricity Pendant, "Take a look, both professors."