Chapter 29: 029 History is written by her own hands! Recruiting talents

Chapter 29: 029 History is written by her own hands! Recruiting talents

Last month, the Yunjing Archaeological Center made a new discovery on the Northwest Border.

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It was a correspondence between the King of Yan, chief among the Four Directions Nobility during the Qianhe period of the Ning Dynasty, and his younger sister, Princess Yongning.

The letter was written on silk and was remarkably well-preserved.

Furthermore, with the corroboration of some historical materials, they were certain that Princess Yongning had secretly come to Yan City, impersonating the King of Yan for three months, to allow the King of Yan to appear unexpectedly at the border and catch the enemy off guard.

This was a major breakthrough in the study of Ning Dynasty history!

But now, a second-year high school student had come to the same conclusion.

Not only that, but the historical materials he cited were also the same ones they had recently revisited for research!

Professor Foo couldn’t help but inhale sharply, his fingers clutching the folder trembled slightly.

What did this mean?

It meant that this second-year high school student had a talent for archaeology!

“Student Lin, please continue,” Professor Foo immediately stood up, patted the language teacher’s shoulder, and said with a beaming smile to Lin Wenli, “I think you’re doing an excellent job, an excellent job indeed! Tell us everything you know!”

“…”

The class fell silent once again.

The students exchanged glances, and the language teacher was also perplexed.

Having graduated from Yunjing University as a graduate student, she knew how revered Professor Foo’s position was at Yunjing University, and she had been afraid that Lin Wenli might ramble on about history, leaving a bad impression on Professor Foo.

But now he had spoken such words, could it be… that what Lin Wenli said was true?!

The language teacher shivered with excitement, almost jumping up.

“Okay.” Lin Wenli paused, then continued his lecture.

Forty minutes later, the open class ended.

Before the language teacher could stop Professor Foo, she saw him dash out at a speed worthy of a world-class sprinter.

Professor Foo quickly made a phone call, lowering his voice to ask, “Old Xue, you didn’t tell anyone about our discovery, did you?”

“Of course not!” Professor Xue became agitated on the other end of the line, “This is a significant discovery. If we publish a paper on it, it will certainly astonish our peers!”

Professor Foo stroked his thick hair, “But today, I attended an open class at Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School, and a second-year student mentioned it in his speech.”

Professor Xue was immediately stunned, “He… he guessed, didn’t he!”

“I don’t think so,” Professor Foo shook his head, “He cited historical materials and deduced logically. If it was a guess, it was an educated one, a display of talent!”

“Wait, just wait—” Professor Xue urgently called out, “Are you saying a second-year high school student on his own came up with the same major discovery that took us an entire month to deduce?”

“Exactly!” Professor Foo rubbed his hands together, “Old Xue, I must have this student, don’t you dare compete with me for him.”

Professor Xue tried to maintain a smile, “Fine, I won’t compete with you.”

But he could use other means to entice the student!

The winner was not yet decided.

At this moment, Professor Xue felt regretful. If he had known that a trip to Jiangcheng would result in such an extraordinary surprise, he would have tied Old Foo to a chair and gone himself!

**

Elsewhere, in the counseling room.

“I just sat in on an open class, guess what?” Rong Yu said, “A student talked about Princess Yongning masquerading as the King of Yan for a full three months. Isn’t that just nonsense?”

Yan Tingfeng, who had been resting quietly, suddenly opened his eyes, “Who said that?”

“A second-year student, quite good-looking.”

Yan Tingfeng chuckled softly, “It’s not nonsense. Only she could have done it.”

Rong Yu: “Ah?”

He understood. Princess Yongning must be so great that she had become a deity in his brother’s heart.

The filter was too thick.

“Not to criticize you, brother, but the person in question has passed away. You need to focus on the present. After all, Princess Yongning is from three hundred years ago,” Rong Yu spoke earnestly, “If you truly like Student Ye, I can help you matchmake. Maybe both of your conditions will be cured together.”

Yan Tingfeng didn’t respond to him, but picked up the landline and dialed the mobile number left by Ye Wanlan.

After one ring, the call was connected.

“Hello?”

Yan Tingfeng spoke softly, “It’s a bit rude of me, but I already find myself missing Miss Ye since she only visited yesterday.”

Rong Yu was shocked, “…Wait, you’re moving too fast!”

Who pursues a girl like this?

It seemed he, a counselor well-versed in the psychology of love, would need to personally provide some guidance.

Ye Wanlan hummed, “If you’re thinking of me that much, then did you dream of me last night?”

Rong Yu looked at Yan Tingfeng blankly, “…”

He was starting to lose touch with the conversation between these two lunatics.

“What one thinks during the day, one dreams at night.” Yan Tingfeng blinked gently, with a smile deepening, “I dreamt of Miss Ye—”

“Ah!”

Suddenly, a scream came from the other side.

It was a man’s voice.

Yan Tingfeng stopped talking and slowly narrowed his eyes.

Ye Wanlan was calm, “Hold on, I’ll call you back after I’ve dealt with the matter at hand.”

Her words seemed to strike a chord, as Yan Tingfeng raised an eyebrow, “Alright, I’ll be waiting for Miss Ye.”

In the office, Ye Wanlan held a silver needle, looking at Jiang Xulin without any expression, “Why scream?”

Jiang Xulin’s eyes brimmed with tears, “It… hurts to death.”

“Bear with it.” Ye Wanlan was cold, “Do you still want to continue doing embroidery?”

Jiang Xulin’s heart tightened, his voice hoarse, “Yes.”

To this day, he still didn’t know whom his parents had offended, but the Su embroidery that they passed down in their family couldn’t end with him.

While investigating the case, he also wanted to pick up embroidery again, but his hands just couldn’t remain steady.

He had been to various hospitals, even abroad, but had still not recovered.

Could Ye Wanlan really cure him?

Jiang Xulin endured the pain and brought up a topic to distract himself, “I’ve tried many types of acupuncture, so why does yours hurt so much?”

“There are even more painful ones, want to try them?”

“No thanks. By the way, what kind of acupuncture is this? It’s not the Taiyi Acupuncture Technique, is it?”

Ye Wanlan mercilessly plunged the last silver needle into his wrist, smiling, “Guess.”

“I don’t want to guess.” Jiang Xulin’s tears welled up as he held back, “You are a lunatic, yet so rational—it’s terrifying.”

Ye Wanlan: “Shut up.”

Jiang Xulin: “…”

He felt so wronged.

**

At Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School, during the morning recess.

The students who had attended two classes were running around the playground while Lin Wenli was staring at the textbook in a daze.

“Wenli.” The homeroom teacher stood at the front gate and beckoned to him, “Professor Foo from Yunjing University is looking for you, please come to the principal’s office.”

Lin Wenli was startled and followed the homeroom teacher to the principal’s office.

The principal was very pleased, “Wenli, you did a great job today. Do you know that your talk was a new major discovery for the archaeology department?”

“What?” Lin Wenli felt it was absurd, “My talk…”

“Student Lin, the youth are to be feared, indeed!” Professor Foo looked at him with a beaming smile, “We just confirmed two days ago that Princess Yongning indeed disguised herself as the King of Yan for three months, and you managed to figure it out too! You must have read a lot of history books, haven’t you?”

Lin Wenli: “I’m a science student, my history is pretty average.”

“Student Lin, that makes it even more incredible! A student of the sciences with such insight!” Professor Foo exclaimed in admiration, “It must be a gift! Have you really not considered switching to our liberal arts? I promise you, if you become my student, you can have whatever you want—”

Lin Wenli couldn’t help but interrupt him, “Professor, all this information and the conclusions actually came from my cousin.”