Her Entire Court Reborn with Her in the Modern World

Chapter 82: Chapter 81: Ministers Compete to Take Action! The State Surname of the Xuan Dynasty

The three roommates froze for a second before one immediately stepped forward and opened the door. Two police officers stood outside. Other students in the hallway were frequently peering in their direction.

The police showed their IDs and an arrest warrant. With a voice devoid of warmth, one said, "Nan Ziyue, you are under arrest on suspicion of attempted murder. You have the right to remain silent, but anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."

Nan Ziyue’s smile froze. She scrambled to her feet, knocking over her lunchbox in the process.

One roommate scoffed. "Werent you just daring us to call the cops to arrest you? Now, you’ve got your wish. The police are actually here for you."

A fine layer of cold sweat broke out on Nan Ziyue’s forehead. With trembling fingers, she dialed the number for Bai Shuyi’s studio. "The number you have dialed is currently busy. Please try again later..." She had been blocked.

"I... I did it all for Shuyi! It wasn’t my idea!" Nan Ziyue finally panicked. "I-I just couldn’t stand how arrogant Lu Qingyuan was. I only wanted to teach her a lesson. I didn’t want to kill anyone!"

However, her justification was completely useless in the face of ironclad evidence. Cold handcuffs locked around her wrists, leaving her no chance of escape.

The police officer stated mercilessly, "You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, you can apply for legal aid."

Nan Ziyue’s face was as pale as a sheet of paper. "No... It wasn’t me! Have Lu Qingyuan come see me! I don’t want to... No, I was wrong! I was wrong!"

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Nan Ziyue was arrested and taken away by the police. Behind her, the voices of her three roommates pierced through the air.

"She sure has a lot of nerve, demanding that Sister Yuanyuan come see her. A murderer acting so arrogant."

"She doesn’t know she was wrong at all. She was just looking so smug. Now she’s clearly going to rot in prison."

"Just thinking about how I’ve lived with a potential murderer for three years is going to give me insomnia tonight. I need to eat a beef hotpot to calm down!"

"Eating so well now? You won’t survive till the end of the month!"

At Jianghuai High School, in Class 17 of the twelfth grade, Shi Changying finished filling out the registration form for the calligraphy competition.

"Wow, our Yingying is so amazing! You’re going to represent our class in the Youth Calligraphy Competition!" Lu Mi said with stars in her eyes. "If you can bring back an award, Teacher Bei will definitely brag about it for a whole year."

"Old Bei has had it rough. But the fact that she could persuade Senior Sister means her smooth-talking skills have reached a new level." Song Qingmu shook his head from side to side. "The young master’s handwriting is also pretty good, but Old Bei couldn’t convince him to participate in this kind of competition at all."

Shaoyuan smiled. "A true gentleman uses his words, not his hands."

Song Qingmu was speechless. Was that how the saying was supposed to be used? That couldn’t be right.

Shi Changying looked at Shaoyuan.

Meeting her gaze, he raised an eyebrow and held up both hands in a gesture of surrender, saying unhurriedly, "When the eldest miss uses her hands or her words, of course, she is never wrong."

Song Qingmu was dumbfounded. "Young Master, how can you be such a hypocrite?"

As an ancient person striving to learn modern vocabulary whenever she encountered something she didn’t understand, Shi Changying immediately searched what double standard meant. The internet quickly provided her with an answer: a double standard refers to a person having two sets of rules in their conduct, treating different people with different standards, often lowering the requirements for those they favor.

Shi Changying understood. "I have learned something new again," she thought.

After daytime classes ended, at six o’clock in the evening, Shi Changying met up with a tightly bundled-up Qingyuan in the alley around the corner from the school’s south gate.

Biting into a grilled sausage, she said, "You’re too famous now. Meeting with you feels like I’m acting as a Hidden Guard."

Qingyuan looked deeply hurt. "Sister Ying, you’re embarrassed of me."

Shi Changying replied, "Yes."

Qingyuan was speechless.

Empress Taichu was always this honest and straightforward, completely disregarding whether her words pierced the hearts of her subjects.

At this moment, in the Old Xu Mansion, Xu Zhao Yu was accompanying Old Sir Xu and Old Madam Xu for dinner.

"By the way, Mom, Dad, the teacher I hired for Changying will arrive next week," Xu Zhao Yu said softly. "It’s Master Yan Sinian. He is the disciple of the director of the Mingjing Cultural Heritage Institute. He is proficient in the zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting, but he excels most in calligraphy."

Old Sir Xu was greatly surprised. "Zhao Yu, you actually managed to hire Mr. Yan?"

"We met by chance. Actually, his senior brother is even more formidable. I heard he’s already been designated as the next director," Xu Zhao Yu said with a smile. "Despite his young age, he is the foremost master of the Cui Style. A single piece of his calligraphy is incredibly hard to come by, even for a fortune."

Old Madam Xu was very pleased. "That still proves how capable you are, Zhao Yu. I’m just worried that girl might anger Master Yan, which would end up ruining his impression of you as well."

"She won’t, Mom," Xu Zhao Yu said gently. "Masters like him have strong independent judgment. Why would he take his anger out on me because of someone else’s actions?"

Old Sir Xu’s expression cooled slightly. "Let’s hope she can genuinely learn well. If she does, as her grandfather and grandmother, we will definitely choose a well-matched husband for her."

"I believe in Changying’s ability to learn." Xu Zhao Yu picked up her chopsticks again and took a small bite of food.

At eleven o’clock that night, the Mingjing Cultural Heritage Research Institute was brightly lit.

A young man pushed open the door. When he saw the situation inside, he said in surprise, "Senior Brother, are you reading Xuan History again? You’ve practically worn this book to pieces."

Hearing this, the man looked up. Gold-rimmed glasses rested on the high bridge of his nose, adding a touch of solitary chill to his aloof face and making him look even more ascetic. He gave a faint hum of acknowledgment but didn’t say a word.

"The new Youth Calligraphy Competition is about to start. Senior Brother, you should choose a disciple," the young man said with a smile. "Although you’re not old and still very young, your strength speaks for itself. So many people want to take you as their master."

Cui Jinghan’s hand, which was pressing on the book, paused. Take a disciple? He had taken a disciple before. No, strictly speaking, she wasn’t a disciple. He had just been hired by her to teach her how to write.

Her learning ability was remarkably strong. He had only taught her the most basic calligraphy, yet she was able to deduce the rest from that one point, eventually surpassing her master. Yet in Xuan History, she was recorded as an illiterate brute who only knew how to fight wars.

Cui Jinghan closed his eyes. Now, having arrived four hundred years later, he could do absolutely nothing. He had no way to clear her name, nor could he let future generations know what kind of person she truly was. He was just as powerless as he had been four hundred years ago. Sure enough, a scholar was completely useless.

The young man drew the curtains as he spoke. "Senior Brother, I’m taking some time off on behalf of Junior Yan. He’s been invited to make a trip to Jianghuai."

Cui Jinghan nodded. "Jianghuai? For what?"

"The Jianghuai Xu Family hired him to teach calligraphy and aristocratic etiquette to the daughter they just brought back. After all, they are a wealthy family, so they certainly can’t fall behind in this regard," the young man said. "But don’t you think it’s strange, Senior Brother? This daughter of the Xu family doesn’t have the surname Xu. Her surname is Shi, which was the royal surname of the Xuan Dynasty."