Her Entire Court Reborn with Her in the Modern World

Chapter 69: Chapter 68: Xie Qingshi Discovers Changying Has Awakened

The gentle aura surrounding the man dissipated in an instant, startling the assistant beside him. "Mr. Xie?"

Xie Qingshi ignored his assistant. "I am asking how you knew."

His voice was soft, yet it induced an inexplicable chill.

"Mr... Mr. Xie Lin, it is like this," the middle-aged man stammered on the phone. "Last time, we kept a photo of your Green Lotus Jade Pendant. We compared it with the two Green Lotus Jade Pendants stored in the Linsu Museum and verified some historical records. That was how we..."

Xie Qingshi lowered his eyelashes. He could not tell if the feeling in his heart was melancholy or loneliness. "Your archaeological work is indeed very meticulous."

"Well, archaeology is inherently a process of finding evidence and constantly verifying it. Just like the police solving a case, we must be rigorous." The middle-aged man sighed. "Unfortunately, it is much more difficult than solving a case, because there will never be any living witnesses."

Xie Qingshi said indifferently, "Yes, they died a long time ago. Without witnesses, with only texts and artifacts, there is no way to determine if that period of history is true."

"Alas, as descendants, we can only catch a glimpse of our predecessors’ glory through cultural relics and historical sites." The middle-aged man shook his head before adding, "Mr. Xie Lin, this archaeological work also owes a lot to that old classmate of mine whom I mentioned to you last time."

Xie Qingshi hummed in acknowledgment.

"His professional abilities are truly formidable. Moreover, even though his daughter didn’t study history or archaeology, her eye for detail is exceptionally good," the middle-aged man marveled. "It was his daughter who first noticed the anomaly in your Jade Pendant. True talent certainly emerges young."

Xie Qingshi’s gaze paused. "His daughter?"

"She is only eighteen this year. However, she studies physics, which is a bit of a pity," the middle-aged man answered.

"Eighteen..." Xie Qingshi repeated. "This Jade Pendant of mine is indeed something only the Young Master of the Linsu Xie Family would possess."

"I knew it!" The middle-aged man’s expression lifted. "May I ask where you got it from, Mr. Xie Lin? Was it passed down from generation to generation by your ancestors? Or..."

"The Young Master of the Linsu Xie Family had no wife and no descendants. How could it be passed down from generation to generation?" Xie Qingshi said coolly. "I obtained it by chance when I went to Linsu to pay respects at my ancestral tombs."

"I see." Hearing this, the middle-aged man could not help but feel a surge of sorrow. He murmured, "There were far too many martyrs who laid down their lives for the country during that era. So many people couldn’t even leave their names behind."

Xie Qingshi remained silent.

Only then did the assistant speak up in a low voice. "Sir, your psychiatrist has arrived."

Xie Qingshi snapped out of his thoughts, ended the call, and said, "Let him in."

The psychiatrist had been treating him for several years and knew that he had long been plagued by nightmares that made it impossible to sleep.

"Mr. Xie, your condition is still a bit unstable." After discussing his recent situation, the psychiatrist hesitated for a moment before saying, "If you have anything weighing on your mind, you need to speak up so that we can treat the root cause."

Xie Qingshi was silent for a moment before he smiled. "Then just prescribe some medicine like before."

"Mr. Xie, simply taking medicine won’t work. All drugs carry a measure of poison." The psychiatrist frowned. "Taking too much will damage your brain and cause severe somatic reactions. As a music creator, you should be aware of the side effects of this medication."

"I know," Xie Qingshi said.

"Therefore, a disease of the mind requires a remedy of the mind," the psychiatrist said helplessly. "You resist hypnosis and refuse to talk about what is troubling you, which puts me in a very difficult position."

Xie Qingshi just smiled, offering no words in return.

What could he possibly say? Should he say he was the Young Master of the Linsu Xie Family from four hundred years ago? Or should he say he had personally witnessed the downfall of the Xuan Dynasty and the shattering of his homeland? If he spoke of it, he would only be treated as a madman.

In the end, the psychiatrist could only retreat without success. The perceptive assistant closed the living room door and left as well.

Xie Qingshi took a few slow breaths. He pulled out his phone and dialed the number the middle-aged man had given him.

Ming Chengli did not answer the call. He had just gotten off the plane and was rushing towards the Jianghuai First Hospital, leaving him with absolutely no time to attend to anything else.

At this time, Shaoyuan stood by the window at the end of the hospital corridor, speaking on the phone. "Where’s the medicine?"

It was a short question, delivered in a calm tone. However, anyone familiar with him could hear the underlying emotional volatility.

"Eldest Young Master, please raise your head and look toward your four o’clock direction. I can already see you through the drone’s camera," the person on the other end of the line said weakly.

Shaoyuan turned his head. A drone hovered right in front of him. The word "Qi Sha" was painted across its chassis.

It was a beautiful, cloudless day. The sun bathed the earth in a brilliant, dazzling glow.

Shaoyuan reached out his hand, and the drone dispensed a small medicine box.

A teasing urge suddenly rose in the caller. "Eldest Young Master, you’re so unguarded. Aren’t you afraid I might drop a bomb on you?"

Shaoyuan was currently examining the instructions on the medicine box. Hearing this, he merely replied casually, "Go ahead."

The caller fell silent. Right, "go ahead." But if he actually dared to do so, he would be the first one blown to pieces.

"Forget it. I’m completely suppressed by you anyway," the person muttered. "Hurry up and give the medicine to your junior. You didn’t even notice the sound of the drone approaching. It seems you’re blinded by your concern."

Shaoyuan looked up, his fox-like eyes curved into a faint smile. He stared directly into the camera and said, "Stand down."

Those two words made the person break out in a cold sweat out of nowhere.

Right at that moment, Ming Chengli arrived on the floor, panting heavily. The first person he spotted was Shaoyuan. "Little Shao!" he called out in pleasant surprise.

The person on the phone heard it and gasped in horror. "Who? Who just called you that?"

Shaoyuan hung up the phone, and the drone flew away.

From that fleeting glimpse, Ming Chengli asked uncertainly, "D-did that drone just now have ’Qi Sha’ written on it?"

Shaoyuan smiled. "Mr. Ming, my eyesight isn’t as sharp as yours. I didn’t notice."

"Sigh, you young people must be staring at your phones too much. You really need to protect your eyes." Ming Chengli nagged briefly before adding, "I’m going in to see Changying. Little Shao, you should hurry back to class. I can’t hold you up any longer."

"There’s no rush," Shaoyuan said, following him into the hospital room.

"Changying!" Looking at the unconscious Shi Changying, Ming Chengli instantly teared up. "It’s all Dad’s fault. I’ve let you suffer again."

Shaoyuan spoke up casually, "Mr. Ming, you just got here. Drink some water first, then sanitize your hands."

As Ming Chengli turned around to clean his hands, Shaoyuan leaned over. He pinched Shi Changying’s chin, forcing her mouth open, and successfully fed the pill into her mouth. This kind of special medicine melted instantly upon touching the tongue, requiring no water to wash it down.

After Ming Chengli finished sanitizing his hands, he saw Shaoyuan leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, resting his eyes. He could not help but say, "Little Shao, you must be tired too. Go get some rest, I can take over from here."

Shaoyuan neither nodded nor shook his head, but he clearly had no intention of leaving.

Ming Chengli paced back and forth incessantly within the room. He began to continuously pray to his ancestors. "May Emperor Yan bless her, may Jingzu bless her, may the Sheng dynasty bless her, may Xuanwu bless her."

Shaoyuan suddenly opened his eyes. "Leave out Jingzu."

He was right here. There was no need to pray to him.

"Ah?" Ming Chengli did not understand. He asked tentatively, "Little Shao, do you not like Jingzu?" To think there was actually someone who disliked Emperor Chengtian—what a massive shock!

Ming Chengli shook his head. "Alas, it seems you haven’t studied your history well. Many of Jingzu’s policies benefited the people. His methods were a bit ruthless, yes, but his contributions will endure through Qian Qiu!"

"So loud," a weak, languid voice suddenly rang out.

Ming Chengli wept tears of joy. "Changying, you’re awake!"