Her Entire Court Reborn with Her in the Modern World

Chapter 106: Chapter 105: Music Score, Advancing Cui Jinghan

Xie Qingshi remained silent. He tried to get out of the car, only to find the door locked. Evidently, if he didn’t answer this question, Pei Xuan would not let him go.

"Jianghuai High School is one of the eight top schools in Jiuzhou, with nearly a century of history," Xie Qingshi said flatly. "With the arts festival approaching, I’m going to see if there are any promising musical talents. Are you going to stick your nose into that too, Pei Xuan?"

Pei Xuan’s fingers tapped idly against the steering wheel. "Your logic is flawless. Unfortunately, I don’t buy it."

Xie Qingshi was gentle and polite to everyone, but in reality, he was quite aloof and disliked dealing with the living.

"Whether you believe it or not is your business. If you don’t, feel free to keep investigating. But if I find out you’ve sent people to watch me—" A fleeting glint of ruthless sharpness flashed in Xie Qingshi’s eyes. "—then don’t blame me for being unsparing."

After a moment of silence, the car door finally unlocked with a CLICK.

Pei Xuan watched Xie Qingshi’s departing back, his expression unreadable. He let out a cold scoff, stepped on the gas pedal, and returned to the Pei Family.

"Oh my, Young Master, you’re finally back." Housekeeper Pei immediately greeted him, beaming with joy. "What would you like to eat today? I’ll have someone prepare it."

Pei Xuan didn’t even look up. "Get lost."

Housekeeper Pei agreed without hesitation. "Alrighty, getting lost right now!"

He had barely taken a step when Pei Xuan called out to him again. "Wait."

Housekeeper Pei asked cautiously, "Does the Young Master have any other orders?"

Pei Xuan asked, "When is the arts festival at Jianghuai High School?"

"Huh?" Housekeeper Pei was utterly baffled. "Young Master, since when do you care about the arts?"

Pei Xuan cast a sidelong glance at him. "Cut the crap and go find out. There’s a bonus if you get it done."

"I’ll go right away!" Housekeeper Pei put on a solemn expression. "You must believe that this is entirely due to my utmost loyalty to you, and absolutely not for the bonus!"

Pei Xuan’s tone was entirely casual. "Then I won’t give it out."

Housekeeper Pei paused. "...Actually, I am still doing it for the bonus."

Pei Xuan waved his hand, dismissing the man to hurry up and get the job done.

The next morning at Jianghuai High School.

It was a study hall period. A few students from Senior Class 1, along with Xu Shuyu, arrived at the arts building. The vice principal had already instructed the staff to move a piano into the empty room next to the dance studio.

"Shuyu, this room is much bigger. The school really treats you well," a girl walking with them said. "You won an award last year and brought glory to us. The school is definitely counting on you to win again this year."

Xu Shuyu didn’t reply. With a frown, she walked a circle around the piano, seemingly looking for something.

The girl was a bit confused. "Shuyu, what’s wrong?"

Xu Shuyu’s voice turned cold. "Where’s my sheet music? Who touched my sheet music? I left it on the piano, and now it’s gone."

"Yesterday..." The girl opened her mouth in realization. "Yesterday, only the students from Class 17 went into the dance studio. It was because of them that your piano was moved in here, Shuyu. Could it be them..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Xu Shuyu had already marched out the door with a frosty expression.

Over in Senior Class 17, the students were also having their study hall. Xu Shuyu stood at their door, swept her icy gaze around the room, and demanded, "Which one of you took my sheet music yesterday?"

Xu Shuyu was a prominent figure on campus; even the freshmen and sophomores had heard of her. However, she kept a low profile and was not as arrogant as Meng Shuyan.

The class vice president was baffled. "What sheet music?"

Xu Shuyu was growing impatient. "Yesterday, your class was the only one that went into the dance studio, and my piano was moved away. If it wasn’t you who took it, who else could it be?"

"We did go to the dance studio, but we didn’t touch your sheet music at all. Can’t you check the surveillance footage?" Her aggressive attitude ignited the class vice president’s temper. "The dance studio is a public space. It’s not like there are no cameras."

Shaoyuan’s eyes never left his book, but he spoke up. "It’s class time. Get out."

Xu Shuyu tried hard to suppress her anger, her voice trembling slightly. "That sheet music is very important to me. If you took it, return it before school ends and I won’t pursue the matter. Otherwise, you won’t be able to bear the consequences."

Shaoyuan finally looked up. His tone was completely flat as he repeated the same two words. "Get out."

Xu Shuyu took a deep breath. She clenched her fists tightly and ultimately turned and left.

The class vice president was the first to ask, "Did anyone see a piano score yesterday?"

"Absolutely not. We’re all uncultured people who have never studied classical arts. What use would we have for a piano score?"

"Yeah, plus we didn’t even practice much yesterday. We were just watching Senior Sister play with the staff, wondering if we could learn a few moves."

Amidst the murmurs of discussion, Shi Changying returned from the literature teachers’ office. She acutely sensed that the atmosphere in the classroom was off and asked, "What’s wrong?"

"Sigh, Senior Sister, your younger sister came to our class just now, insisting that someone in our class took her piano score," Song Qingmu said with a shrug. "But didn’t people from her own class also go to the dance studio? How can she be so sure it wasn’t one of her own people who took it?"

Shi Changying paused. "My younger sister?" For a split second, she hadn’t fully adjusted to her current identity and thought Song Qingmu was talking about Shi Qingyue.

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Lu Mi glared at him. "Yingying and Xu Shuyu aren’t related by blood at all. How are they sisters?"

Song Qingmu slapped his forehead. "Right, right, my bad. It just slipped out. Anyway, we definitely didn’t take her piano score."

"A piano score?" Shi Changying recalled the scene for a moment before saying, "There was no piano score whatsoever in the dance studio yesterday."

She possessed a photographic memory and could memorize the complete layout of any terrain. Back in the days when she marched and fought in wars, there were no satellite systems like today; everything relied purely on her memory.

"Exactly. She lost something and without a second thought, she came running to our class, looking at everyone like they’re thieves." Song Qingmu muttered. "If you ask me, she should interrogate the people in Class 1 first."

Shi Changying paid no more attention to the matter. She popped a strawberry candy into her mouth to treat herself before beginning her struggle against the physics problems.

When the study hall ended, she received a message from Xie Qingshi.

[Thank You]: Could I take up a bit of your time tonight?

[Only I am the first]: Granted.

The sudden pain in her heart yesterday had disrupted her plans. She also had some things she wanted to ask Xie Qingshi. For example... what exactly happened to him after he was abducted by the Hong Clan all those years ago?

According to historical records, after the Hong Clan breached Linsu, Xie Qingshi’s whereabouts became unknown.

Saying his whereabouts were unknown was simply another way of saying he was dead. After all, the Linsu Xie Family was an entire family of loyal martyrs, leaving no descendants behind to rebuild the Xie family.

It was only much later that archaeologists discovered his last words: "Thirty-two years of a young lord’s bones, all returning to Jiuzhou, turning into dust."

Shi Changying poked Shaoyuan. "I need to take a leave of absence for tonight’s evening class."

"Alright. Remember to eat well." Shaoyuan paused. Wanting to see her bare her claws, he deliberately added, "Little girlfriend."

However, Shi Changying only noticed the word "eat." She declared that she would definitely eat a lot.

Seeing her resume her struggle with the physics problems, Shaoyuan raised an eyebrow. It was truly a pity.

Meanwhile, at the Cultural Heritage Research Institute in Mingjing.

"Senior Brother, these are the late registration forms for the Youth Calligraphy Competition submitted by the various states," a young man said, walking in with a folder. "I’ll leave them here."

Cui Jinghan looked up. He pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses resting on the bridge of his nose and said, "No need. Give them to me, I’m free right now."

Thus, the young man handed the folder directly to him. "Take a look, Senior Brother. See if there are any to your liking."