The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Chapter 542: 218 comes to Jiangjing, Ji Mulan received a phone call (Second Update)_2

Even so, it was enough to make them rush to Xiangcheng overnight. As for tomorrow’s celebration banquet?

They couldn’t care less about it now.

**

28th, early morning.

An expansive airport near the border grasslands.

The plane’s wheels rolled on the cement ground, its wings sweeping past on both sides before coming to a slow stop.

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The airport staff efficiently placed stairs for the passengers to disembark.

Bai Lian stepped off onto the carpet, looking up slightly—this was her first time here.

At the bottom of the stairs, people dressed in ethnic attire approached the two as they descended, offering a booklet with respect, “Master Jiang, this is the sightseeing plan we’ve arranged for you.”

Jiang Fulai, holding a document in his right hand, upon hearing this, switched the document to his other hand and took the booklet.

“Take a look, where should we go first?” His eyes were faintly downturned as he glanced at the booklet before casually handing it to Bai Lian.

It was then that the person dressed in the ethnic style carefully raised their head.

Seeing the girl standing beside him, she wore a long dress, its hem slightly lifted, reflecting the blue sky behind her—the azure pattern on the skirt’s hem was perfectly embellished, crafted to the highest degree.

Bai Lian’s eyes scanned the booklet, which had several routes mapped out.

Zangwang Tomb…

Her slender fingers paused on the last route as she hesitated slightly, “Here.”

Jiang Fulai handed the booklet forward, “We’ll go here.”

Clearly, neither of them were people who would typically go sightseeing.

Only after the two had left did someone look at the route Bai Lian had chosen and exclaimed in surprise, “Isn’t this area sealed off, forbidden to be shown to outsiders?”

“Sealed off?” The middle-aged man in ethnic attire looked up, his voice quiet, “That depends on whom.”

The young person scratched their head.

Not understanding.

The middle-aged man, holding the booklet in one hand, adeptly dialed a number on his phone, “With their family, our boss doesn’t even know which way their mansion’s gates face.”

**

Summer vacation hadn’t officially started yet.

Not many tourists came here.

Bai Lian stood with a bottle of water at the foot of a hill.

A tomb guardian explained to Jiang Fulai, “Follow this mountain path up, and you’ll reach Zangwang Tomb.”

“You still have tomb guardians now?” Jiang Fulai’s gaze drifted toward the tomb he mentioned.

The elderly man, his hair completely white, replied, “Me? I should be the last generation.”

He led the way in front, veering into a ‘No Entry’ path, “We rarely let people disturb them nowadays, though occasionally reporters come to interview… Look, it’s just ahead.”

Bai Lian followed the old man silently, listening.

She followed his gaze to an anciently constructed tomb.

The name of the tomb was still marked beside its gatehouse.

“Princess Huai’an isn’t here?” Bai Lian repeated the name to herself, her fingertips tapping the water bottle unconsciously.

“Princess Huai’an?” The old man paused, then remembered who she was referring to, pointing casually to the neighboring hill, “She’s not qualified to be here, she should be on that hillock…”

Before he could finish, Bai Lian started walking in that direction.

The old man was surprised, he hesitated for a moment before following her, speaking to Jiang Fulai, “Master Jiang, that area isn’t a scenic spot and hasn’t been maintained; the path is rough…”

“No problem,” Jiang Fulai stopped halfway up the hillside. He looked down at his watch, his tone undisturbed, “Let her have a look.”

The old man dared not say any more.

**

On the mountain.

The burial mound was built quite casually.

Bai Lian identified the inscriptions, taking some time to find the words “Princess Huai’an” on the unrenovated tombstone.

She stood in front of the grave, surveyed the surroundings, and then casually sat down.

Dressed in plain clothes, Bai Lian wiped the yellow mud off the tombstone with her hand and then took out her phone to snap a photo of the tombstone.

Having taken the photo, her index finger absentmindedly tapped the phone screen.

As fate would have it, the phone rang, a call from Pu Xiaohan.

“Bai Lian, are you out?” In the video, Pu Xiaohan was in a crowd with a camera in hand. “Is that… the prairie?”

“Yes,” Bai Lian, propping her elbow on her knee, spoke in a languid tone, “Are you escaping something?”