Chapter 156: 156 Sister Lan’s ritorious Achievent, Lin Family Main House! [2 more chapters] Chapter 156: 156 Sister Lan’s ritorious Achievent, Lin Family Main House! [2 more chapters] He had been scared by Ye Wanlan three tis and couldn’t let others go.
“What is this now?” Director Xu beca more impatient, “Don’t you see Miss Shiyuan here? Could it be that your brain got rattled on your trip to Yan Mountain?”
Professor Xue was startled, only then noticing the person across from Director Xu.
The woman, around twenty-five years of age, was dressed in a erald cheongsam, her long hair coiled up with a jade hairpin, dignified and elegant—an obvious sign of breeding from a prestigious family.
This was Professor Xue’s first encounter with Lin Shiyuan, but he had long heard of the na that shook Yunjing.
At the age of fifteen, Lin Shiyuan had already been designated by the Elders Council as the next candidate for family head.
Even those descendants of the Xiang Family who couldn’t be controlled by Old Master Xiang showed utmost respect before Lin Shiyuan.
Among the successors of the major families in Yunjing, the only one who could compete with Lin Shiyuan was the Young Family Head of the Su Family.
This indicated the formidable strength of Lin Shiyuan.
Professor Xue hastily said, “So it is Miss Shiyuan. My apologies for the offense just now.”
“You’re too polite, Professor Xue. I’ve long heard of your great reputation, and the significant contributions you’ve made to archaeology.” Lin Shiyuan smiled faintly, “Director Xu, my affairs can wait, archaeological matters are more important.”
“What exactly is this?” Director Xu also feared offending the Lin Family, and after Lin Shiyuan spoke, he finally opened the box, “It couldn’t possibly be another——”
The rest of his words got stuck in his throat.
A dazzling array, gold and jade shone brightly.
Director Xu suddenly stood up, his eyes widening involuntarily: “This… this… this…”
What did he see?
He must be blind!
“Director Xu, this is a dagger personally forged by the King of Yan, this is Princess Yongning’s Concentricity Pendant, this is Princess Jingan’s Golden Step Shake,” Professor Xue said, “All were discovered by one person, can I get her a first-class rit?”
Director Xu, clutching his chest, struggled to catch his breath: “Who discovered them?”
“Ye Wanlan, who is now a high school senior at Jiangcheng No.7 Middle School, studying history,” Professor Xue said proudly.
“First-class rit? That’s not enough—it must be a special-class rit!” Director Xu slamd his hand on the table, “What an amazing young lady, to have discovered these three items.”
Of the three artifacts, there was no doubt the Concentricity Pendant had the highest value and historical significance.
Professor Xue then demonstrated to Director Xu how the dagger was assembled.
“This dagger…”
“Right, Director Xu, this dagger was lent to us by Wanlan. Please have soone study it as soon as possible. After the research, we need to return it,” Professor Xue said.
Director Xu’s eyes bulged again: “Can’t we purchase it? I’ll pay a high price!”
Professor Xue shrugged: “I’m afraid that’s not possible.”
Lin Shiyuan overlooked the Concentricity Pendant and Golden Step Shake, her gaze firmly fixed on the dagger.
Seconds later, she suddenly stood up: “Director Xu, Professor Xue, I have to take care of so family matters, so I’ll be leaving first.”
Director Xu’s mind was already captivated by the Concentricity Pendant, and he didn’t even hear Lin Shiyuan’s words.
“Miss.” The young man waiting outside stepped forward to greet her.
Lin Shiyuan said: “Ye Wanlan, look into her.”
The young man felt that the na sounded familiar and imdiately pulled out his phone to search the intelligence database, saying in surprise, “Miss, she is the daughter of Lin Jiayan.”
“Then it’s even more interesting,” Lin Shiyuan said indifferently, “She brought back three treasures of the Xiang Imperial Family on her own, including Princess Yongning’s Concentricity Pendant. To say it was re luck, I simply don’t believe it.”
One or two could be a coincidence, but three?
Lin Shiyuan then asked, “If you saw the original state of that dagger, would you believe it to be a dagger that could actually kill soone?”
The young man shook his head.
“That proves she must understand the chanism of the dagger,” Lin Shiyuan mused, “But the King of Yan was an expert in Qin Dunjia and chanical Techniques; unless he revealed it himself, who else could understand it?”
“No, it can’t be…” The young man felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead as he listened.
Lin Shiyuan fell into deep thought.
Very strange.
But in the countless worlds, there is no lack of wonders.
Yet, the most critical piece was missing, preventing her from connecting all the dots.
What could it be…
“Why bother worrying about a person of a different surna, Miss?” The young man touched his nose, “Not to ntion whether Lin Weilan’s branch would return to the Lin Family Main House, even if they do, without being nurtured by the Main House, they wouldn’t even know the Heavenly Music thod.”
Only the uninitiated think that musical instrunts are solely for playing music.
“Foolish and superficial!” Lin Shiyuan said coldly, “When you only look at the surface of things, what can you discern? How do you know the other party doesn’t have a hidden trump card?”
The young man was very ashad, “Miss is right, I thought too one-dinsionally.”
“When dealing with anyone, one must never be negligent,” Lin Shiyuan’s voice was faint, “Keep investigating Ye Wanlan for . If I’m not mistaken, she is probably more terrifying than Lin Weilan.”
At these words, the young man couldn’t help feeling a chill, “Does Miss an…”
Over forty years ago, Lin Weilan, carrying away Lin Jiayan from the Lin family with only the Secluded Zither, managed to resist three elders and even erged unhard.
She lived incognito in Jiangcheng for over twenty years before the Lin Family Main House discovered her traces.
The intelligence reports stated that Lin Weilan’s body was at the point of no return, beyond the help of dicine or doctors, but if she really played a deadly zither piece, it would cause the main house great damage as well.
Otherwise, they would have already captured Lin Weilan directly.
Now Lin Shiyuan was saying that soone who wasn’t even a blood relative could be more dreadful than Lin Weilan?
The young man, however, had great faith in Lin Shiyuan’s judgnt, “Understood, I will go and have soone keep an eye on her imdiately.”
Lin Shiyuan remained silent, her eyes deep.
**
anwhile, Ye Wanlan received a phone call from Professor Xue.
“Wanlan, you didn’t see how Director Xu was crying while holding the three cultural relics you gave,” Professor Xue boasted, “He even asked how much it would cost to buy that dagger. I told him you’re not selling, and that I’d personally deliver it back to you in Jiangcheng.”
“Thank you, Professor Xue,” Ye Wanlan smiled, “I have a presumptuous question; who was the distinguished guest with Director Xu just now?”
“Oh, that was Miss Shiyuan,” Professor Xue thought for a mont, “If you calculate it closely, she’s from the Lin family just like you.”
Ye Wanlan’s pupils narrowed.
Lin Shiyuan.
That na was familiar to her; even Lin Weilan had ntioned her a few tis, cautioning her that if she ever returned to the Lin family, the only person to be wary of was Lin Shiyuan.
A genius in her youth, with intelligence close to demonic and extrely mature in both wit and wisdom.
A troubleso enemy indeed.
Today, she discerned Lin Shiyuan’s breathing rhythm, concluding that she, too, was a master with exceptionally rich internal strength.
Probably the Heavenly Music thod, Lin Shiyuan had cultivated to the Seventh Layer.
The Sect Leader of Heavenly Sound Sect, Lin Fanyin, who eliminated tens of thousands of enemies with a single performance of “Battle-Breaking Music,” was also only at the Ninth Layer.
Lin Shiyuan was touted as a once-in-a-century prodigy of the Lin family, who held the greatest hope of cultivating the Heavenly Music thod to the Tenth Layer, reviving the legacy of Heavenly Sound.
“Thank you, Professor Xue,” Ye Wanlan ca back to her senses, “If there is anything I can help with in the future, please be frank.”
“Ah, I truly feel ashad,” Professor Xue was very embarrassed, “I was supposed to lead the team this ti, but ended up not looking after you and instead you saved . If you ever need anything, I, Old Xue, will stand by your side no matter what!”
“Professor Xue exaggerates,” Ye Wanlan smiled again, “If you could provide with more historical materials, I would be very grateful.”
“No problem, a trivial matter,” Professor Xue readily agreed, “Just now Director Xu was so happy he said he’ll award you the highest honor, and I’m benefitting too, having received a bonus. I’m going to the archive to get all the materials for you now.”
After ending the call, Ye Wanlan went to visit the set of “Annus Mirabilis.”
The filming of the desert scenes would conclude in a few days, and because there were so many eyes on this production—being the first to disseminate intangible cultural heritage—it was of paramount importance.
“Sister Lan!” Cheng Qingli waved to her, “Jiang Xulin and Zheng Xue have also gone back. Are we leaving tomorrow?”
“Yes, tomorrow,” Ye Wanlan turned her head, “What happened today?”
“It’s like this, Sister Lan. Today we were shooting a martial arts scene, and Teacher Zhou, who isn’t a Wuying Level actor, is a bit out of his elent,” Cheng Qingli whispered, “It’s his first ti acting in a TV series, and there were mockeries that his film resources have been downgraded, deaning himself. I think he’s under a lot of pressure.”
And indeed, Zhou Chengyu made another mistake with his sword moves, and the heavy sword fell from his hands onto the ground.
Sweat covered his forehead, and it was clear to anyone that he was not in good condition.
“Sorry,” Zhou Chengyu shook his head slightly, and he let out a slow breath, “Let’s do it again.”
Nie Shuangyi looked concerned, “Can you keep going?”
“Let’s rest for a bit,” Ye Wanlan said, “It’s hard to get into the right state when you’re tired.”
“Miss Ye?” Zhou Chengyu was taken aback, “Sorry, I… I’m not up to it.”
“Teacher Zhou, don’t feel discouraged. After all, we’re all modern people, who understands all these ancient sword techniques?” Nie Shuangyi consoled him, “You’re doing very well already. We just need to do our best to reproduce the content of the book.”
“Should we just let this take pass?” the director also hesitated, “If it doesn’t work out, can we fix it with post-production effects?”
However, “Annus Mirabilis,” being a political drama rather than a fantasy, would face ridicule from audiences and professionals alike if special effects were employed.
Yet Ye Wanlan bent down, picked up the heavy sword that had fallen to the ground, and said lightly, “No need for effects, I’ll demonstrate.”
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