Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl-Chapter 245 King of Yan’s Secret Treasure, Wife-Protecting Maniac Young Master Yan [1 more update]

Chapter 245: 245 King of Yan’s Secret Treasure, Wife-Protecting Maniac Young Master Yan [1 more update]

But the three days were enough for Ye Wanlan to realize who the true protagonist of this show was.

No one could be so arrogant in front of her, Huo Ximian!

Huo Ximian sneered coldly, her expression icy.

This sound, naturally, did not escape the ears of others in the program.

When everyone turned their heads and realized that Ye Wanlan’s figure was missing from the group, and saw that the door had been closed, the director couldn’t help but turn pale.

"What’s going on?" the director hurried over, "Didn’t they say this door would only open once every three days? Why has it closed? Where is Miss Ye?"

Huo Ximian’s attitude was very indifferent: "I don’t know, she’s not a little child that needs to be watched all the time, right?"

"Miss Ye? Miss Ye!" The director banged on the massive door, yelling loudly, "Miss Ye, can you hear me?"

There was no response, nothing at all.

The director pressed his ear against the stone wall but still couldn’t hear any movement inside.

His complexion went deathly pale in an instant, his body as if it had plunged into an ice cellar, and his limbs were also cold.

The Underground Yongning Palace had only been discovered recently by archaeologists, and the safety index was far from reaching the level necessary for public opening.

Even more so, these chambers would not contain any objects or water sources; if they really had to wait for three days...

Professor Shen’s gaze swept across like a knife as he sternly said, "Huo Ximian, what have you done?!"

"What have I done?" Huo Ximian touched her nails nonchalantly, "I didn’t do anything when I came out. The door suddenly closed on its own, what’s the use of yelling at me? Instead of yelling at me, it’d be better to think of a way to rescue the person."

Xu Qingyu’s eyebrows furrowed.

This was her first collaboration with Huo Ximian, and although she had heard of Huo Ximian’s big name several times before this show, she was surprised to see her act this way.

Huo Ximian had an arrogant and condescending nature, a terrible temper, and was quick to explode.

Any celebrity who had worked with Huo Ximian in the industry thereafter did their best to avoid her.

Even more, Xu Qingyu had heard plenty of gossip about how Huo Ximian had blacklisted numerous potential 18th-tier female stars who might compete with her for resources.

If the Huo Family was unapproachable, one could only choose to avoid them.

But Xu Qingyu did not expect that while still recording the show, Huo Ximian would dare to do such things.

"You...!" Professor Shen was so angry that he felt dizzy, and as he was about to step forward, he was held back by Professor Li.

"Director, this door won’t really need to wait three whole days before it opens, will it?" Huo Ximian pretended to be surprised, "Then what do we do? If someone gets locked inside, won’t they die?"

No matter how much the director respected the Huo Family, he could not help but roar at this moment, "Huo Ximian, if anything happens to Miss Ye, just you wait!"

"What does her problem have to do with me?" Huo Ximian laughed, "She accidentally locked herself in, and now she wants to pin the blame on someone else? I didn’t do anything, watch the video playback if you don’t believe me."

Here, without direct surveillance on her, who could prove it was her doing?

"Quick, get someone over here!" The director didn’t have time to argue with Huo Ximian, sweating profusely, "See if there’s any way to open this door, and see if we can find a way to contact Miss Ye!"

**

Behind the door, inside the chamber.

"Such a bad person!" Qingyun Pendant was furious, "Her Royal Highness the Princess, she deliberately closed the door, trying to trap you and even wants you to die! Did you see that?"

"Yes, I saw," Ye Wanlan replied indifferently, "Others can’t hear your voice, so there’s no need to be so loud since I can hear you."

Qingyun Pendant clicked its case: "I’m just too angry! How can there be such a bad person? If this were in the past, such a person would have been snapped up by Lord Prince Yan before even getting close to Her Royal Highness!"

"You said it yourself, that was in the past," Ye Wanlan’s eyelashes drooped down, "Now, it’s not that time anymore."

And she... didn’t have Prince Brother anymore.

With no one left to indulge her, how could she afford to be capricious?

"Hmph, she must not think that by locking Her Royal Highness up, she could truly trap you," Qingyun Pendant was still very angry, "This is the Underground Palace designed by Lord Prince Yan! Your Royal Highness, let’s get out and give her a good beating!"

"Mm, Prince Brother left such mechanisms surely not just for defense or as a place to hide," Ye Wanlan said, "If it’s really the case that the door only opens every three days at a set time, and if these secret chambers lack food and water, anyone trapped accidentally inside would be greatly weakened even if they did not die."

"Does that mean Lord Prince Yan left something else behind?" Qingyun Pendant asked, half-understanding.

"No rush, let’s have a look first," Ye Wanlan extended her hand to start tracing the bricks on the wall one by one, "Prince Brother’s mastery in Mechanical Techniques was unmatched in the world; I cannot fully comprehend it in a short time, let’s take it slow."

She wanted to send a message to Professors Shen and Li to not worry about her but soon realized that the signal here was also blocked.

Who could have thought that the ancient Mechanical Techniques were in no way inferior to modern technological methods?

Ye Wanlan sighed lightly and began to decipher the mechanism.

"Click!"

A stone on the wall suddenly sank in.

The next second, a box popped out.

Ye Wanlan steadily caught the box.

There was a "Yan" character on the box, clearly belonging to He Jia.

This box also featured a cleverly designed lock, one that He Jia had taught her when she was very young, and opening it was a piece of cake for her.

In less than ten seconds, the box clicked open.

Inside was actually a book.

Ye Wanlan picked up the book.

"Hm? A recipe book?" Qingyun Pendant caught sight of the words on the book, paused for a moment, and blurted out, "Her Royal Highness the Princess, aren’t these dishes all ones that Lord Prince Yan often makes for you?"

Ye Wanlan did not respond but carefully flipped through the slightly yellowed pages of the book.

Given the passage of three hundred years, it would be impossible for a book made of paper to be so well preserved.

However, as she turned the pages, she could sense that the paper was not brittle, as though it were a book that had only been stored for a few years.

The book also contained He Jia’s notes, accurately documenting her likes and dislikes.

The exact cooking time for each dish and the required amount of each seasoning were listed, including precise details down to the first few centimeters of the root stems and leaves needed for the ingredients.

The recipes recorded in this book were even unknown to her.

In secret, He Jia had done more for her than she had imagined.

"Ah, I remember now!" Qingyun Pendant’s eyes lit up, "Lord Prince Yan once worried that he might pass away before you, so he recorded all your preferences, especially recipes."

Ye Wanlan’s hand shook, and she nearly failed to keep a steady grip on the book in her hand.

"After all, Lord Prince Yan has long been stationed at the border, involved in many battles," Qingyun Pendant said, oblivious to Ye Wanlan’s emotions, "He thought to document your tastes so that in the future, someone else could care for you. I even secretly saw Lord Prince Yan selecting potential Royal Husbands for you!"

As if reminiscing for a moment, Qingyun Pendant loudly said, "Yes, yes, yes, do you remember, Her Royal Highness the Princess, there was one time Lord Prince Yan nearly died in battle, and you rushed from Fengyuan to Yan City overnight? It was then that Lord Prince Yan had his men select portraits and information of suitable young men."

"But with Your Highness being so prestigious, how could there be many men in the world worthy of you? After Lord Prince Yan recovered from his injuries, he put the matter aside."

Ye Wanlan spoke softly, "No more."

At that moment, her heart felt like it was being squeezed by a large hand, and a dull, fine pain spread from the center of her heart, sweeping through her entire body.

The air in her chest seemed to be siphoned away; even a slight breath caused unbearable pain in her heart and lungs.

Ye Wanlan extended her hand and pressed hard against the spot where her heart was, her fingers trembling slightly.

Hate?

Did she hate that in her previous life she lacked a healthy body, causing He Jia to send her off prematurely?

Did she hate that merely six years after her departure, an army swept through the land, leading to the downfall of the Ning Dynasty, with the remains of family and friends utterly lost?

Or did she hate that on her return to Shenzhou, a hundred years had already passed, the world had changed, and she was unable to avenge her brothers and sisters?

Ye Wanlan took several deep breaths, put the book back into the box, and continued searching for mechanisms on the wall.

**

With such a major accident occurring, the film crew had no choice but to halt the shooting.

Yan Tingfeng was waiting outside, brewing tea as he waited. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Although it was already October, the sun was scorching, and a cup of tea after shooting would be most refreshing.

Yet when the entire crew came out, he did not see the person he was looking for.

And the director’s team looked panicked, continuously calling people to go inside.

Yan Tingfeng’s eyes narrowed, and the previously gentle and serene expression turned cold.

"Elder Shen, Elder Li," he stood up, taking a few steps forward, "Where’s Xiao Wan?"

"I saw that miss from the Huo Family, it was clearly on purpose!" Professor Shen recounted the incident, still furious, "The director emphasized that the door must not close until the last person has left, but just after her, the door closed, claiming it was automatic. Who would believe that?"

After listening, a fog seemed to pass through Yan Tingfeng’s beautiful phoenix eyes. Once the fog dissipated, an alarming intent to kill emerged.

"Huo Ximian, is it?"

This man, he was most protective.

Especially of Xiao Wan.

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