Chapter 393: 393 The Third Talking Antique?! [1 Update] Chapter 393: 393 The Third Talking Antique?! [1 Update] The elder humd softly, “Although Xiang Shaoyu bears the Xiang surna, today’s Xiang Family cannot compare to the glory of the Xiang Imperial Family of old.”
“At that ti, even the King of Yan dared not let Princess Yongning accompany the Empress to the Northern Lands, for fear she would be detained,” Matvey shook his head with a smile, “Now these people with the Xiang surna seem to have forgotten this piece of history, daring to co here alone.”
Upon hearing this, the elder neither agreed nor disagreed, “If we only detain Xiang Shaoyu, I’m afraid it won’t be enough to suppress the Xiang Family. We will need others to intervene.”
Matvey asked tentatively, “You an…”
“The banquet this weekend is a court banquet,” the elder said with a faint smile, “His Majesty may not attend, but will certainly dispatch troops for security. Tell , if they offend His Majesty, won’t the Xiang Family have to grovel?”
The Emperor of Beilu today was the second Empress after the Empress Dowager — Empress Angelina.
She was also a descendant of that Empress Dowager, sharing the sa bloodline.
Empress Angelina also handled affairs in a manner very similar to her ancestor from 300 years ago, with an iron fist and resolute decision-making.
“You have the foresight,” Matvey’s smile broadened, “Since Xiang Shaoyu dared to co to the Northern Lands, then he shouldn’t think about returning anymore.”
Eliminating the primary heir of the Yun Jing Family ant the rest were no threat.
In ti, those treasures would be theirs.
**
anwhile, in Yunjing.
Ye Wanlan stood motionless, unable to be awakened, and this caused Xiang Shaoyu much worry.
He specifically cleared out a mansion, allowing Ye Wanlan to rest a couple more days, believing it wouldn’t be too late to travel to the Northern Lands on the last day.
Ye Wanlan slept until nine in the evening, by which ti Xing Yue had also arrived at the mansion to join the others.
“Did you say soone dragged you into a void and tried to kill you there?” Xing Yue pondered after hearing Ye Wanlan’s narrative, “And after you successfully killed them in return, you exited that space?”
“Um,” Ye Wanlan nodded slightly, “Perhaps, like the Transcendent Woman, they can only harm my spirit, and the attacker must have also been in spiritual form.”
Otherwise, how would her body have remained unhard?
“I have practiced the Taoist Arts for years and have accepted all kinds of supernatural phenona, but I always believed in science,” Xing Yue said weakly, “Yet, the events happening to you are inexplicable from a scientific perspective.”
Ye Wanlan raised an eyebrow, “Is that why you’re trending on the video website?”
As the Young Temple Master of Penglai Observatory, invested with the power of Taoist Arts, Xing Yue always spoke of believing in the scientific and value system, which made her quite famous online.
Tourists often visited the Penglai Observatory just to hear Xing Yue utter, “You must believe in science.”
“Ah, the end of science is mysticism; what I said wasn’t wrong. Mysticism calls it spirit, and science calls it so kind of particulate entity,” Xing Yue spread her hands, “Lanlan, you truly are a child of destiny, with endless pursuers seeking your life, and we cannot even be certain they are human.”
“So what,” Ye Wanlan’s voice was light, “However many co, that’s how many I will kill.”
Xing Yue stroked her chin, “If soone else tries to kill you, it would be best to capture them so I can study them. I’d like to know what exactly they’re after.”
“I’ll do my best,” Ye Wanlan pondered the Bandaged Person’s words.
She had successfully advanced from a “Ti Betrayer” to a “Ti Escapee,” so what should her next step be?
She lacked much information, and the Bandaged Person hadn’t revealed anything until death.
Ye Wanlan’s eyelashes drooped.
Xing Yue was right; she could only wait for the next person who sought to kill her to appear.
**
Two days later, a private plane took off from Yunjing and landed in the vast expanse of a place known as the “Northern Lands.”
January in the Northern Lands was incredibly cold, with snow drifting everywhere and deep drifts covering the ground.
The Far North was the northernmost point on the globe, and as the Northern Lands bordered this region, cold currents plumted temperatures.
Those who visited the Northern Lands for the first ti couldn’t withstand the severe cold.
However, the four individuals, being cultivators of Inner Strength, found the minus 20-degree environnt had no effect on them.
Among the four, only Yan Tingfeng dressed the warst, and that was because Ye Wanlan had insisted he wear his overcoat.
After all, Yan Tingfeng’s body was inherently cold, and more exposure to cold would only hasten physical decline.
Looking at an obedient Yan Tingfeng, Xiang Shaoyu hesitated to speak, “…”
He rembered his brother never used to be so frail.
Although Yan Tingfeng had delicate features and habitually kept long silver-white hair like a girl’s, he was indeed a genuine killer with blood on his hands.
How could he show such fragility?
Xiang Shaoyu tapped his fan against his head, convincing himself he must have seen wrongly as he hadn’t slept well the night before.
“What a large statue,” Xing Yue exclaid after downing a large glass of beer and approached the stone sculpture, “These clothes don’t belong to the Northern Lands’ style, do they?”
“They’re from Shenzhou,” Xiang Shaoyu nodded slightly, “I only found out when I ca to the Northern Lands last ti that the capital has a statue belonging to Princess Yongning, always gazing southward.”
South of the Northern Lands, that is where Shenzhou was.
“Princess Yongning?” Xing Yue was surprised, “Could it have been erected by Empress Valenkina?”
Valenkina, the only empress of the Northern Lands to be granted the title of “Great Emperor.”
She wouldn’t have been recorded in Shenzhou’s history, but after she personally visited Shenzhou and beca intimate friends with Princess Yongning, the historical accounts included descriptions of her.
And in the Northern Lands, from eighty-year-old elders to three-year-old children, everyone knew of the friendship between Empress Valenkina and Princess Yongning.
Yan Tingfeng spoke flatly, “According to Northern Lands history, indeed she did.”
Ye Wanlan tilted the brim of her hat and gazed at the statue that towered more than ten zhang high.
Her mory drifted back to Valenkina’s words before she departed, “If you cannot co to the Northern Lands, then I will erect a statue of you to admire the grand scenery on your behalf.”
“If your descendants co to the Northern Lands, as long as they reach the capital, they would certainly see the statue I built for you.”
The design of the statue was indeed very prominent, visible from all directions and every angle within the city.
Ye Wanlan withdrew her gaze, heaving a soft sigh.
Perhaps Valenkina never imagined that she would witness this magnificent statue herself, 300 years later.
“The people here in the Northern Lands also admire strength,” Xiang Shaoyu said, “Their most revered figures from Shenzhou are Princess Yongning and the King of Yan, with the forr being able to address Empress Valenkina as a brother, and the latter having defeated them nurous tis.”
Ye Wanlan silently recited “Prince Brother” in her heart.
She would definitely bring the relics of He Jia back to Shenzhou.
Heroes spilling blood in life, unable to return their spirits ho, certainly should not be unrestful in death.
“Here is a pedestrian street with many antiques imitating those from the Ning Dynasty Period, and just like at ho, ninety-nine percent are fakes,” Xiang Shaoyu coughed lightly, fanning himself with a smile, “But with our walking antique detector Miss Ye here, maybe we’ll find the real deal among these fakes.”
Miss Ye appeared quite at ease, “I indeed intend to take a look around and see if there are any genuine items mixed in.”
The group proceeded into the entrance of the pedestrian street, where many vendors and hawkers were peddling antiques.
Miss Ye glanced over them and found that they had even replicated the Qingyun Pendant of the King of Yan.
Though the imitation looked decent, anyone who had truly seen the Qingyun Pendant would know such top-grade jade and craftsmanship could not be duplicated.
“Oooh, Your Royal Highness the Princess, you must stand up for !” the Qingyun Pendant wailed, “I am myself; can these fakes match my beauty and crystal-clear translucence?!”
Miss Ye could not help but laugh. As she was about to speak, another voice preempted hers.
“Little Qingyun?”
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