Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl-Chapter 867 This journey of 10,000 miles, he ensures her safety [ - 1]

Chapter 867: 867 This journey of 10,000 miles, he ensures her safety [Chapter 1]

Fate is indeed unfeeling and does not unfold according to people’s desired paths.

Over the years, she watched Yan Tingfeng become more composed and mature, all the while knowing he has been gathering intelligence on her.

Each year, a portrait of her would be sent to him, and he would then place these portraits in the intelligence pavilion.

She also knew he had been to Fengyuan, but each time he visited, she happened to be away.

They never deliberately invited each other because, in their hearts, they believed their future held ample time for meetings.

But there is no future now.

Ye Wanlan blinked gently, her eyelashes quivering, and unknowingly, a tear fell.

Missed encounters between them, both a mistake and passed.

This missed encounter meant an eternal separation.

The first time he saw her was as a corpse. frёewebnoѵēl.com

But at this moment, Yan Tingfeng had no idea she was dead, as her death was a major affair, yet to be publicly announced by the court, and her coffin was en route back to Fengyuan.

Not to mention Yan Tingfeng, even Sword Saint Xie Linyuan didn’t know.

Soon, the Left Protector hurried back: "Master, there are so many weapons in the Divine Weapon Pavilion, which one do you think suits Princess Yongning best?"

"A weapon for Princess Yongning?" The Right Protector was extremely surprised, "Everyone knows Princess Yongning is frail, why give her a weapon? Wouldn’t it be useless?"

"Though she is frail, her heart holds a million soldiers." Yan Tingfeng spoke indifferently, "But without inner strength, many weapons are unusable."

He pondered for a moment and finally selected a jade hairpin from the Divine Weapon Pavilion.

This jade hairpin had a mechanism that could release hidden weapons instantly, taking a life in a blink, a force that even those trained to the Eighth Layer Heaven could not evade.

When not in use, it could also be worn in the hair as an ornament.

Both beautiful and convenient.

"Master really understands a young lady’s preferences." The Left Protector laughed, "There’s rumor that Princess Yongning also loves beautiful clothes, and as we’re passing through Jin Chuan City on our way to Fengyuan, we could purchase some lovely dresses for her."

Yan Tingfeng placed the jade hairpin into a long box, speaking quietly: "Just handle that matter yourself."

The Right Protector and the Left Protector stepped out, whispering to each other.

"Although the Master didn’t smile, I sense he’s in a good mood."

"Perhaps because he’s finally going to see Princess Yongning, the Master has relaxed."

"Hey, when the Master and the Princess meet, there’ll be plenty more tales among the common folk, make sure to bring some books back to read."

"Shh! Be careful the Master doesn’t hear you; it’ll cost your life!"

Behind them, Yan Tingfeng slightly raised his eyebrows, a faint smile appearing at his lips: "Finally going to meet...?"

The Highest Heaven Tower Headquarters is near the current Yunjing, while the Ning Dynasty Capital is in Fengyuan.

From the central to the northern part of the Shenzhou Land Continent, plus handling certain affairs along the way, by the time Yan Tingfeng was about to reach Fengyuan, seven days had already passed.

He ultimately couldn’t make it to Fengyuan, because on the road, he saw a long funeral procession.

Yan Tingfeng originally didn’t plan to stop until he saw the symbol of the Xiang Imperial Family and noticed the person riding at the front of the procession.

It was the King of Yan!

The King of Yan was after the Four Directions Nobility, who could merit his presence at a funeral?

Behind the King of Yan, there were ten thousand funeral directors and a thousand Tomb Guards.

And on either side of the road, the townspeople were all dressed in mourning attire, and the pure white at that moment brought pain to Yan Tingfeng’s eyes.

The whole world in mourning clothes, a nation in mourning.

Whose funeral was this?... Who deserves such honors?

A name was about to escape his lips, and Yan Tingfeng heard his heart beating more violently than it had in a long time, as if to leap out of his chest.

After a long while, he regained his voice and asked: "May I ask, whose coffin is this?"

"Young master must come from afar, right?" The old man replied, "That is Her Royal Highness the Princess’s coffin. Her Royal Highness the Princess, she..."

The words trailed off, swallowed by sobs.

The Ning Dynasty did not have many princesses, and when the people say Her Royal Highness the Princess, they generally refer to Princess Yongning.

Yan Tingfeng was momentarily dazed, and after a long while, he said softly: "...Xiang Lan?"

To directly address the name of the Crown Prince was inherently disrespectful.

But the people on both sides of the street were engulfed in immense grief, too disoriented to notice him calling out Princess Yongning’s name directly.

Everyone was in sorrow, everyone was weeping.

Yan Tingfeng’s footing became somewhat unstable, and he repeated: "Could it really be Xiang Lan?"

The Right Protector and the Left Protector were also dumbfounded.

They had traveled thousands of miles to Fengyuan to meet Princess Yongning, and now she... had passed away?

This... was simply a twist of fate!

Yan Tingfeng raised his hand to press against his heart, and suddenly, he let out a cold laugh: "How dare she die?"

Not yet ascended to that position above millions, not yet accomplished her grand ambitions and plans, not yet become the most outstanding emperor of the Ning Dynasty, how could Xiang Lan die?!

"Young master..." Seeing Yan Tingfeng in such a state, the Left Protector felt a chill in his heart, and he opened his mouth: "Please accept my condolences."

But condolences for what?

Not to mention the inherent contradiction and opposition between Jianghu and the Imperial Court, along with numerous skirmishes over the years, Master of Highest Heaven Tower and Princess Yongning were not acquainted, complete strangers.

Even the Left and Right Guardians, who had been at the Highest Heaven Tower for four years, could not comprehend Yan Tingfeng’s current loss of composure.

They had never seen the Master of Highest Heaven Tower like this.

Even when besieged by others, he remained calm and unaffected.

They also knew the Master appreciated Princess Yongning, but how could her death bring such intense emotions to him?

Ye Wanlan felt a few notes of novelty.

She was attending her own funeral in such a manner.

She had always known she would die, so she asked Zhaozong to keep her funeral simple before her death.

She didn’t need an underground palace, nor did she need burial sacrifices, she simply wanted to return to Yan City, a place she had lived as a child.

The historical records state "all the land in mourning, citizens rushing to the funeral", all voluntary, without any coercion.

She saw this.

Yan Tingfeng had no idea what he was doing, following the funeral procession led by the King of Yan for several days.

"Master." The Right Protector spoke cautiously, "You haven’t closed your eyes for three days and nights, please rest."

With the unparalleled martial arts of the Master of Highest Heaven Tower, three days and nights, or even a month, was nothing to him.

Yan Tingfeng finally came back to his senses: "Have the destination of the funeral procession been inquired?"

The Right Protector promptly replied: "Yan City."

Yan Tingfeng: "Then, let us escort her one last time."

Fengyuan and Yan City, one east and one north, a journey of ten thousand miles, but he would escort her home.

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