Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl-Chapter 60 - 0 Mental breakdown King of Yan 2 more updates
Chapter 60: 060 Mental breakdown, King of Yan! [2 more updates]
Chapter 60: 060 Mental breakdown, King of Yan! [2 more updates]
“…”
Zhou Hechen’s words were cut short, and Sheng Yunyi’s ears buzzed for a moment, her disbelief showing as she hesitantly raised her head.
When she confirmed that the voice indeed came from the VIP box in the middle of the second floor, she couldn’t contain her smile any longer.
This auction was divided into VIP boxes, regular boxes, and general seating.
Sheng Yunyi had received an invitation and had been assigned to a box, but it was only in a regular spot on the second floor.
When she went up to the second floor, she had paid particular attention to the VIP box, but she had no idea who the guest inside was, though it was clear that they were of great importance.
How could such a person invite Ye Wanlan to have tea?
“Don’t block the way,” said Ye Wanlan, her tone even more indifferent.
Sheng Yunyi stepped aside, feeling helpless, and watched as the girl entered the VIP box.
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As soon as the curtain fell, nothing could be seen anymore.
Sheng Yunyi felt her face burn with heat and hurried back to her own box.
After sitting down, she managed a strained smile, “Hechen, by the sound of it, it’s a young man. Could it be…”
Zhou Hechen’s expression grew cold.
Clearly, both of them had come to the same conclusion—
Ye Wanlan couldn’t bear loneliness and climbed up using her body.
“Hechen, if that’s the case, it’s terrible,” said Sheng Yunyi, distressed. “You respect her and wouldn’t lay a hand on her, but others…”
“If she likes it, what business is it of yours?” Zhou Hechen felt even worse about Ye Wanlan and didn’t want to discuss her anymore. “Look at the auction items later, and bid on anything you like.”
Sheng Yunyi forced a smile, “Thank you, Hechen.”
**
Inside the VIP box, Ye Wanlan contacted Yan Tingyue, “Teacher, I’ve run into two friends and I’m joining them for the auction. Don’t worry about me.”
“Very good, now I’m at ease,” chuckled Yan Tingyue. “Let’s have dinner together later and properly thank them.”
After the call ended, Yan Tingyue put away his phone.
The middle-aged man had excellent eyesight and noticed the sachet peeking out from Yan Tingyue’s pocket, his expression lifting, “Senior Yan, is that…?”
Yan Tingyue took out the sachet that Ye Wanlan had given her, smiling slightly, “A gift from my young disciple.”
Her tone was casual, but she couldn’t hide her contentment and pride.
The middle-aged man finally saw the pattern on the sachet and exclaimed, “Su embroidery?!”
That young girl, she not only knew Kunqu opera, but also Su embroidery?
“She didn’t embroider it herself; it was done by employees of her company,” clarified Yan Tingyue, knowing he had misunderstood. “Ah Lan is planning to expand the production of Su embroidery products, and made a few samples first, which she gave to me.”
The middle-aged man: “…”
Without the explanation, it would have been fine, but the clarification made it all seem even more incredible to him.
Expanding the production of Su embroidery products?
That was almost impossible!
Where could one find so many skilled embroidery artisans?
Too much of the Su embroidery technique had been lost; machines couldn’t replicate it!
The middle-aged man wiped the sweat from his brow, “Your disciple is really, what sort of…”
A divine being?
Senior Yan thought for a moment then added, “She can also play the pipa. Your suggestion was excellent, and I’m planning to combine the pipa with Kunqu opera.”
The middle-aged man: “…”
His composure was shattered.
**
Twenty minutes later, the auction officially began.
“It is a great honor to gather here with you all. You’ve come from far and wide, and we’ve prepared several gifts for you,” the auctioneer smiled slightly. “Some items aren’t listed because they are too valuable.”
As soon as these words were spoken, a buzz of voices arose from the boxes.
“There are a total of three items,” the auctioneer said as the screen behind him started displaying images. “This antique, brought back from the Southern Ming Country, is already a thousand years old. The second item is a jade hairpin, and the third item—” his voice trailed off deliberately, and the slide on the big screen switched.
A gasp of surprise emitted from the attendees.
“Yes, it’s an authentic piece from Princess Yongning,” the auctioneer finally said with a smile.
“What? My God!” Rong Yu sat up straight, “When did South City get a real piece by Princess Yongning? Brother, you must acquire it.”
The surviving authentic works of Princess Yongning were incredibly rare; besides her early death, another reason was the invasion of Shenzhou by an unknown force three hundred years ago, which led to the burning of the Imperial Palace’s treasury.
Afterwards, Shenzhou, barely clinging to life, had many of its cultural relics plundered by neighboring foreign tribes.
Yan Tingfeng narrowed his eyes slightly but didn’t speak.
“It has been assessed that this painting was done by Princess Yongning when she was twelve years old. The style is not yet mature, but it has great cultural and historical value,” the auctioneer continued at a measured pace. “Princess Yongning studied under Imperial Tutor Han Yunsheng; both were adept at landscapes and flowers and birds, but Princess Yongning’s style was more vigorous than her master’s, please observe these strokes—”
The lights focused on the mountain peaks within the painting.
Their ruggedness was pronounced, their grandeur immense.
The auctioneer sighed, “To produce such a masterpiece at the age of twelve, Princess Yongning truly was a prodigious talent indeed.”
Rong Yu expressed strong agreement, “The starting bid won’t be low. An eight-figure sum is the least we can expect, and the final price could reach nine figures.”
The last authentic piece by Princess Yongning fetched a high price of 450 million.
Ye Wanlan only took one glance and said indifferently, “It’s fake, no need to bid, it’s worthless.”
She had never painted that picture.
If she actually painted that piece, what awaited her was nothing but the trash can that Han Yunsheng had prepared in advance.
Rong Yu, who didn’t understand much about painting, asked, “What? Fake? Why do you say that?”
“Given Princess Yongning’s status in the Ning Dynasty, even if the painting wasn’t a celebratory piece for Ning Zhaozong, there had to be some anti-counterfeiting measures in place,” Ye Wanlan explained calmly. “Otherwise, anyone could impersonate her and scam their way to the Xiang Imperial Family, tarnishing her reputation.”
“That’s true,” Rong Yu realized, but then became confused again, “But I’ve never heard of anti-counterfeiting measures on Princess Yongning’s paintings. I’ve seen several of them in the Yunjing Museum.”
“They exist,” Tingfeng suddenly spoke up, “Legend has it that Princess Yongning had an ingenious mind, quite akin to a demon in her intelligence. After finishing a painting, she would stamp it with a seal made with ink crafted by skilled artisans of the Ning Dynasty, which emitted a faint glow in the darkness.”
Ye Wanlan turned to look at him, “You seem to know quite a lot about it?”
Tingfeng chuckled lightly, “Just general knowledge, nothing special. I’ve never met Princess Yongning in person. It’s all hearsay.”
“If you had really met her, you’d be dead by now,” Rong Yu muttered.
Ye Wanlan nodded, “Do you have the auction list?”
“Of course,” Rong Yu was about to take it out of his pocket.
Before he could finish his action, Tingfeng had already placed the list in Ye Wanlan’s hand with a gentle and soft tone, “See anything you like?”
Rong Yu: “…”
Fine, he is the clown.
Ye Wanlan read quickly, scanning ten lines at a glance.
You had to admit, South City, with its extremely rich cultural heritage, featured auction items on the list that were very attractive.
But none stayed her attention, until she saw one particular name.
Ye Wanlan pointed at the auction list, “I like this one.”
“Profound Iron Silk Armor Fragment?” Rong Yu looked over and thought for a moment, “Seems to be someone’s equipment?”
Ye Wanlan said indifferently, “The King of Yan.”
Tingfeng looked up, his pupils slightly narrowing.
On stage, the auctioneer just happened to introduce this item as well.
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is a Profound Iron Silk Battle Armor Fragment,” the auctioneer began. “The Profound Iron Silk Battle Armor was one of the gifts presented to Ning Zhaozong by the Northern Lands in 1710 and was bestowed upon the King of Yan by Ning Zhaozong.”
The name of the King of Yan sparked excitement among the guests present.
“It’s a pity that after the King of Yan died in battle, the Profound Iron Silk Battle Armor was also destroyed,” the auctioneer continued. “Some pieces ended up in civilian hands, others abroad; it’s impossible to restore it now.”
The King of Yan guarded the northwest, the first line of defense for Shenzhou.
Historical records state that when foreign forces invaded, the King of Yan fought to the death without retreat, and was eventually buried at Yan Mountain.
“Yes, yes, the King of Yan’s armor,” Rong Yu clapped his hands, “Are you sure you’re only interested in this? It’s just a fragment, not even the size of a palm, and it doesn’t have much value as a collectible.”
“Yes,” Ye Wanlan whispered, “I only want this one.”
“I get it, I get it, nowadays girls all like the King of Yan. Who doesn’t like the King of Yan?” Rong Yu nodded in rapid agreement. “He went to battle at twelve, was crowned king at sixteen, and in four years, he quelled all the bandits in the northwest. He was strong, capable of fighting, and handsome too. I like him as well.”
Ye Wanlan’s eyebrows raised, “You have good taste.”
Rong Yu, taken aback and somewhat astonished, “You’re praising me?”
Ye Wanlan glanced at him, “No, I take back my words.”
“If Miss Ye likes it, then let’s get it,” Tingfeng instructed Bing He, “Tell the auctioneer there’s no need to put it up for auction. Have it brought over later.”
After a little while, the auctioneer, still introducing items on stage, pressed his earpiece, apparently receiving a command.
He was somewhat surprised.
Someone actually agreed to pay a high price for such a small fragment of armor?
The auctioneer steadied himself and continued to introduce the items professionally, before hammering down the final price.
Dozens of auction items were purchased separately, finally arriving at the much-anticipated authentic piece by Princess Yongning.
“Hechen, this painting is authentic and very valuable,” Yunyi could not contain her excitement, “The one the Fang Family bought ultimately belonged to the Yongning Painting School and cannot compare to Princess Yongning’s paintings.”
Zhou Hechen smiled, “If you like it, then we’ll bid for it later.”
“The starting bid is thirty million,” the auctioneer raised his gavel, “Ladies and gentlemen, please.”
Zhou Hechen was the first to speak up, “Forty million.”
Before the auctioneer could announce “Forty million for the first time,” another voice rang out, “Fifty million.”
Tingfeng’s tone was casual, as if even more money was just a number to him.
“Student Ye already said it’s fake, why are you still bidding?” Rong Yu lamented, “It’s hard to make money.”
Tingfeng hummed in response, but when Zhou Hechen called out “Fifty-one million,” he nonchalantly spoke up again, “Ninety million.”
Without making Zhou Hechen bleed, his mood would spoil.
If his mood spoiled, he would feel like seeing real blood.
Zhou Hechen’s gaze turned icy, and he lifted the curtain to leave the private room.
Could he really let someone else take what Yunyi wanted?
He wanted to see which blind fool was challenging him!
