My past life exposure shocked the entire internet.

Chapter 1051 A Proclamation to the World!

"Xiao Lan." He Jia was slightly moved, a thousand words gathered in his chest, but in the end, they all turned into one sentence, "Brother is here."

It's still those three familiar words, and the tone is still familiar.

Ye Wanlan's eyes darkened, tears welling up, but she smiled and said, "I know, brother, I've always known."

Hejia was never good with words; his actions spoke louder than his words.

Although "Brother is here" is only three words, it carries a weight heavier than a thousand mountains and seas.

"Xiao He, go away, let Uncle Wang see my good niece." Xiang Qingtian strode forward and, without saying a word, kneaded Ye Wanlan's face into a dough. "Although Xiao Yongning has a different appearance, she is even more beautiful than before, but what makes Uncle Wang happiest is that you have a healthy body."

He was indeed mischievous, but sometimes he did it because he wanted to find ways to make Yongning happy.

After a pause, Xiang Qingtian said, "It was Uncle Wang's fault for sticking a turtle on your face and causing you to get scolded by the teacher. I'm sorry."

Ye Wanlan was taken aback.

Emperor Zhaozong said that his younger brother always had a sharp tongue but a soft heart; even when he was in the wrong, he would still try to gain some advantage through words.

Getting Xiang Qingtian to apologize is harder than climbing to heaven.

Even when he was bound hand and foot and pinned to the throne in the Golden Palace, he stubbornly insisted that he had done nothing wrong.

But now, Xiang Qingtian has actually apologized to her.

"How strange, Your Highness," Xiang Mingyu said in surprise. "From the day I was born until now, I have never seen you apologize to anyone, not even Your Highness."

Xiang Qingtian touched his nose: "It took me a lot of courage to say those three words, don't tease me."

Even though Ye Wanlan traveled back three hundred years and preserved his soul, he still died a real death.

His death was also recorded in history books.

Having narrowly escaped death, Xiang Qingtian naturally gained a more open-minded perspective on many things.

All the love, hate, and grudges of the past years are nothing compared to the vastness of China.

Ye Wanlan raised an eyebrow and said slowly, "Although Uncle Wang has apologized, what if I don't accept it?"

“Our ancestors had a saying in modern times—” Xiang Shaoyu interjected, “If apologies were enough, what would we need the police for?”

"Huh?" Xiang Qingtian never expected this possibility. He was stunned for a moment. "Yes, what if you don't accept it? How can you possibly accept it?"

“Unless—” Ye Wanlan drawled out.

Xiang Qingtian asked urgently, "Unless what?"

"Unless Uncle Wang also asks me to draw a turtle on your face," Ye Wanlan said unhurriedly, "then I will accept it."

Xiang Qingtian closed his eyes and hardened his heart: "Fine! As long as you forgive your uncle, little Yongning, I'll accept it even if you draw a pig's head on me."

"Alright, Uncle Wang, I have forgiven you." Ye Wanlan chuckled. "Because I said that future generations will respect you the most."

The King of Chu guarded the southern border and would not return to Fengyuan unless summoned, a post he held for more than a decade.

He fought to the very last moment of his life; whether he was right or wrong, merit or demerit, will be judged by posterity.

In any case, his merits outweigh his demerits.

Throughout his life, he never did anything detrimental to China.

This time it was Xiang Qingtian's turn to be stunned. After a long while, he slowly turned around and remained motionless.

Ye Wanlan noticed his slightly trembling shoulders: "Uncle Wang, are you crying?"

"No!" Xiang Qingtian denied it outright. "It's just sand in my eyes."

Everyone looked up at the clear blue sky; there was no wind, let alone sandstorms.

But no one exposed him. "Xiao Lan, I want to look at the history books," He Jia suddenly said. "Go do your thing, don't worry about me."

Ye Wanlan and Hejia were bound by blood, so she knew exactly what he wanted: "I've already prepared it for you, my brother, along with the 'Great Apocalypse Codex,' which you may peruse at will."

"The Apocalypse Codex?!" Even He Jia couldn't help but gasp. "Is it really the Apocalypse Codex compiled by the founding emperor?"

“Exactly.” Ye Wanlan said softly, “I was fortunate enough to meet the Great Ancestor and obtain the ‘Great Encyclopedia of Apocalypse.’ Without this encyclopedia, I’m afraid many people would have died during the seven days of world destruction.”

"Nephew, wait." Xiang Qingtian wiped away his tears. "I will go with you."

Xiang Mingyu and the others were still curiously observing the new China three hundred years later.

"Is this your aunt?" Si Fuqing peeked out like a cat. "Auntie, you can ask me anything you don't understand."

"Huh?" Xiang Mingyu was a little confused. "Okay."

"Qingli, Xulin, and Yixiang." Ye Wanlan nodded to Fang Qingli, Jiang Xulin, and Zhou Yixiang. "You all developed Wantianqing very well during the year I was away. Thank you."

"Sister Lan, what are you saying? If it weren't for you, I don't know which remote mountain forest I would have been sold to," Fang Qingli said. "Because of you, I was able to find my biological parents and continue my studies."

Zhou Yixiang nodded: "If Sister Lan hadn't pulled me out of the mire, I wouldn't have been able to fulfill my dream."

Fang Qingli nudged Jiang Xulin's shoulder: "Say something!"

Jiang Xulin coughed and said, "I...me too. And I have to thank you for my aunt's situation. You saved her life, and she also got rid of that 'phoenix man' (a man from a poor background who achieves success), and my sister..."

Ye Wanlan raised an eyebrow: "Why did you stop talking?"

"And my sister's marriage is settled too." Jiang Xulin said with some despair, "I really can't understand why Jiang Zhengxue, that devil, would find a partner? How can your cousin stand her?"

Fang Qingli glared at him: "Don't talk nonsense, Zhengxue is much cuter than you."

Jiang Xulin remained expressionless.

Ha ha.

To him, his sister was the greatest devil.

But it's very good that he has now handed this devil over to Lin Wenli.

He will bless them with his sincerest feelings.

"Sister Lan, you've come back just in time." Fang Qingli opened the project plan. "Wan Tianqing is about to launch a new ready-to-wear and jewelry collection. It's inspired by Ning Chao, and the name was one you decided on beforehand—"

“Fireflies.” Ye Wanlan smiled. “I remember.”

Though it is but a single firefly's light, it illuminates all living beings under heaven.

Fang Qingli nodded: "And—"

Ye Wanlan then said, "Zhaozhao."

The glorious land of China commands respect and all nations tremble in fear.

“That’s right, trailers for both series have already been released.” Fang Qingli’s eyes lit up. “Sister Lan, you absolutely have to attend this press conference. Everyone is curious about who exactly founded Wantianqing.”

Jiang Xulin crossed his arms: "You've been behind the scenes for so long, it's time for you to come out."

“Yes,” Zhou Yixiang said. “Sister Lan may not know that after you left, we successfully put on another fashion show, and now Wantianqing has become a brand that can stand shoulder to shoulder with the three top luxury brands.”

Ye Wanlan said slowly, "Alright, then let's announce it to the world."

When the heavens are about to collapse, it is one's duty to save them.

This is to save the world from collapse.

　I've filled in a few small gaps~
　　(End of this chapter)