Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl-Chapter 268 Continuous Trash Torture! Brother Yan’s Past [2 Updates]

Chapter 268: 268 Continuous Trash Torture! Brother Yan’s Past [2 Updates]

Young Master Shaoyu of the Xiang Family, who ranked first among the heirs of the Five Great Families of Yunjing, personally went to the Huo Family to demand accountability, leaving the Huo Family Elders Group on tenterhooks, afraid that this would create a rift with the Xiang Family.

Fortunately for them, the person Young Master Shaoyu demanded accountability from was a marginal family member who offered no assistance to the Huo Family.

A top figure in the Shenzhou Entertainment Circle?

Even if it were a top figure worldwide, it wouldn’t be enough to command respect in the Huo Family!

The actions of the Huo Family were exceedingly quick; they immediately removed Huo Hong and Huo Ximian from the family registry.

Without the protection of the Huo Family, and having made quite a few enemies, Huo Ximian found many waiting for her downfall, ready to give her a taste of her own medicine.

Ostracized by Guangxing Media across the entire network and disowned by her family, who did Huo Ximian have left to rely on?

"Nonsense!" Huo Ximian struggled frantically, "How could I possibly be disowned by the Huo Family? Do you know how much money I bring to the Huo Family every year? Who on earth are you people? I’m going to call my dad right now!"

At this moment, her mind was completely in disarray, unable to maintain her usual grace.

After all, ever since she was young, the surname "Huo" had shielded and protected her. She was always the one on the side of wrongdoing, never touching the vile side of humanity herself.

"Miss Huo, do you have any idea how many evil deeds you have done over the years?" the leader coldly asked, "As for your father? Unfortunately, as your accomplice, you will be seeing him very soon."

With that, he did not allow Huo Ximian any room to struggle, took her away, and drove to their destination.

"Alright, the father and daughter are together now, so why don’t I give you some time to chat?" The leader sneered and stepped out.

"Dad?" Huo Ximian, staring at the devastated Huo Hong, asked, "How come you’re here too?"

Huo Hong raised his head, having aged considerably in just a few days: "Mianmian, we’ve both been disowned by the Huo Family..."

"That’s impossible!" Huo Ximian couldn’t help but shout, "It was just a minor matter in the entertainment industry, how could the main family take notice?"

Huo Hong was extremely exhausted and no longer had his previous authoritative demeanor: "It was Young Master Shaoyu..."

Huo Ximian was taken aback and blurted out, "The Xiang Family’s Young Master Shaoyu?"

"He came to the Huo Family, mentioned your name, and then left," Huo Hong took a deep breath, "Mianmian, how many times have I said that we shouldn’t provoke the heirs of Yunjing’s Five Great Families? We can’t afford to offend them!"

Huo Ximian was obviously familiar with the name of Young Master Shaoyu.

Her legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground: "But I... I’ve never even met Young Master Shaoyu, nor have I ever had a conflict with a member of the Xiang Family."

Huo Hong pinched the bridge of his nose: "Who exactly have you offended recently?"

"Only..." Huo Ximian opened her mouth, and an unbelievable thought dawned on her.

Could it be... that Ye Wanlan was related to the Xiang Family?!

But she had checked Ye Wanlan’s information; a nobody with a missing father and a remarried mother, whose only connection to the Five Major Families of Yunjing was the Lin Family.

However, the Lin Family had many branches, and the Jiangcheng Lin Family was just an inconspicuous one among them.

Yet, apart from Ye Wanlan, she had not targeted anyone else recently.

**

The night was still, the stars and moon hung high.

Ye Wanlan emerged from the Imperial Palace Ruins and looked up at the sky.

The night views of Fengyuan were always beautiful. In her past life, when she was still Princess Yongning, she had tired of studying countless times and would lean against a tree to watch the stars and the Milky Way.

Three hundred years later, the place had turned into ruins, but the starry sky was still the same as a century before.

"Her Royal Highness the Princess, do you think the Sword Tassel could be here?" Jade Luan Pin was also very concerned about this matter.

"We didn’t find it, but we can’t guarantee it’s not here," Ye Wanlan shook her head slightly, "More extensive exploration is needed, but alas, with only my strength alone, I cannot complete so much in a short time."

Yet she insisted on accomplishing the impossible.

Over the years, there had been too many impossible tasks, so why would she give up now?

"I believe Her Royal Highness the Princess will definitely find the Sword Tassel and possess the complete Sword Saint’s Sword!" Qingyun Pendant began puffing rainbows, "I don’t care what others think; our Princess is simply capable of anything."

On this issue, Jade Luan Pin did not start an argument with Qingyun Pendant as usual but agreed: "After Her Royal Highness left, Yinyin faced difficulties from time to time, and she would always wish that things would be better if only the Princess were still here."

Ye Wanlan fell silent and after a long while, spoke softly, "I promise, as long as I’m alive, I will always protect you."

The melodious and enticing sound of a flute rose in the quiet of the night, drifting and flowing.

Ye Wanlan followed the notes of the flute to an arbor.

Sitting atop the pavilion with his silver-white hair was the man playing a gentle flute song.

Three minutes later, the final note of the flute echoed.

Yan Tingfeng put the bamboo flute down from his lips, turned his head, and smiled slightly, "Can’t sleep in the dead of night, it seems Xiao Wan is the same, right?"

"When the mind won’t rest, moving about can help," Ye Wanlan lightly leapt onto the roof beam and sat beside Tingfeng, "The sound of your flute always calms my heart. What was the piece you were playing?"

"Nameless, just playing at whim," Yan Tingfeng smiled faintly, "If you like it, when I finish composing the whole piece, I’ll ask you to give it an appropriate name."

But in truth, his flute playing was not about performing.

As the only Supreme Martial Arts Master who had emerged without any background, relying solely on his martial prowess and having fought his way from the blade’s edge, he naturally mastered the weaknesses and critical points of the martial arts from the Six Great Sects and various other disciplines.

Though he had never learned the Heavenly Music Method, he had fought several times against disciples of the Heavenly Sound Sect, and during these exchanges, he understood how the musicians of Heavenly Sound could use music to vibrate columns of air to the extent of killing.

He would occasionally use his flute to repel enemies who came to assassinate him.

Yan Tingfeng lowered his head slightly and looked at his own hands, lost in thought.

When he was three years old, his parents were brutally murdered before his eyes by enemies.

The enemies thought he was just a three-year-old child who wouldn’t remember anything and posed no threat, so they spared his life.

But what these people didn’t know was that he had already memorized all their faces, and then, in his tenth year, he killed his first enemy.

It was also from that year on that more and more people were after his life.

If you don’t kill, then you can only be killed; such is the law of Jianghu.

The blood on his hands was so plentiful he had lost count himself.

Suddenly, a hand rested on his wrist, its fingertips warm, causing his cold skin to shiver involuntarily.

"Hold your breath, good, now breathe." Ye Wanlan asked, "Your thoughts seem very chaotic, what are you thinking about?" frёewebηovel.cѳm

Yan Tingfeng came back to his senses slightly: "I was thinking about the past. Sometimes, I regret doing many wrong things, but they can’t be changed now."

"Since they can’t be changed, then focus on the future," Ye Wanlan said calmly, "otherwise, if you dwell in the past, how can you grasp the future?"

Yan Tingfeng fell silent for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled slightly: "What Xiao Wan says makes perfect sense. The night is deep, and we have to shoot the program during the day. I’ll take you back to rest."

**

The next day, at eight in the morning.

The "Treasures of The Divine Land" program team assembled in front of the Imperial Palace Ruins.

"Thanks to the mutual assistance of all the teachers, the first episode has now been edited," the director said jubilantly, "It has been sent to the main station for review, and if we’re lucky, our program might be scheduled for an early premiere."

It was the first time in his many years as a director that he finished shooting a program so smoothly.

All thanks to Ye Wanlan.

"Miss Ye, today’s shooting has a solo mission for you," the director clapped his hands, "We will also focus the camera on you more."

"It’s fine," Ye Wanlan shook her head gently, "Don’t focus on me too much. I am only here to serve history."

The director couldn’t insist further: "All right, I’ll have two cinematographers follow you."

After today’s tasks were assigned, the guests split into two groups.

The assistant director took Ye Wanlan to the East Palace—where successive Crown Princes resided—while the director led the other guests to Yongle Palace.

"It’s a bit cold today," the director couldn’t help but rub his arms, "You all know the story of Princess Yongle, right? So I won’t go into it again today."

The Xiang Imperial Family truly possesses an inherited pride.

The sixteen-year-old Emperor Yongshun hanged himself to save his people, and the twelve-year-old Princess Yongle burnt herself to death to take the enemy with her.

Xu Qingyu smiled: "We know, you can rest assured, director. We learned these histories back in elementary school."

"Good, since everyone knows, our shooting for today will be much easier," the director clapped his hands, "Let’s go."

The group walked through the corridor and arrived at the back garden.

Suddenly, the sky turned pitch dark, without a trace of light!

The director’s steps halted, and he couldn’t help panicking: "What happened?"

Due to previous lessons learned, this time the crew was careful not to enter unfinished areas of the Imperial Palace Ruins for shooting.

How could the bright daylight suddenly turn dark?!

Moreover, weren’t they on the way to Yongle Palace?

Where is this?

"Director," Qi Yunzhao’s voice trembled, "This, is this also part of today’s shooting?"

"Of course not!" the director said through gritted teeth, "Don’t move yet, let’s see what’s going on."

At this moment, Xu Qingyu was also extremely panicked.

She had only fallen a step behind, so why had everyone else disappeared?

She subconsciously dialed Ye Wanlan’s mobile number.

Ye Wanlan answered quickly: "Teacher Xu?"

"Wanlan, something’s gone wrong!" Xu Qingyu gasped for breath, "The director and the professors are all gone! I was just walking with them, and after a simple turn, they all disappeared."

It’s true that the security in Fengyuan was not as strict as in Yunjing, but this was in broad daylight. Who had the capability to make a group of people vanish in a second?

Xu Qingyu’s face turned pale, her clothes soaked with cold sweat.

The stories of wandering spirits at Fengyuan Imperial Palace Ruins are countless, and many people have claimed online that they have seen people in ancient attire hovering above the ground in the ruins.

As someone from the entertainment circle, Xu Qingyu was somewhat superstitious about ghosts and spirits.

This time... could it be—

Ye Wanlan suddenly turned her head, her gaze changing dramatically.

A psychic!

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