Her Entire Court Reborn with Her in the Modern World

Chapter 88: Chapter 87: Driving Away Meng Miaoyan, The Ministers Are Each Crazier Than the Last

More than two thousand years ago in Jiuzhou, the surname and clan name were separate entities.

Jiang was Emperor Chengtian’s clan name, inherited from his father.

Yuan was Emperor Chengtian’s surname, inherited from his mother.

But after the Jing Dynasty, surnames and clan names merged.

So it was acceptable to call Emperor Chengtian Yuanzhi, or Jiang Zhi.

After two thousand years, the Jiang Family of Emperor Chengtian’s lineage was actually still around?

Then what about her Shi Family?

It seemed to be gone.

Did she lose?

Shi Changying fell silent.

"Well, his surname is indeed Jiang, but whether it’s the same Jiang as Emperor Chengtian’s remains unknown," Shaoyuan said casually. "Besides, Emperor Chengtian had no descendants, so where would his heirs come from?"

Shi Changying looked thoughtful. Recalling what the class vice-monitor had said in their group chat, she applied her newly learned knowledge. "Being single for so many years, his hand speed must be very fast. No wonder he killed enemies so quickly."

Shaoyuan’s hand paused. The emotion in his eyes was indiscernible. "Having a strong ability to learn is a good thing, but you shouldn’t learn just anything."

Shi Changying ignored him and counted on her fingers.

Emperor Chengtian was twenty-eight when he died; she was twenty-six when she died.

She died earlier, so that was one victory for her.

Therefore, the time she spent single was shorter than his, which was a second victory.

She had two victories, while Emperor Chengtian had zero. That made it a third victory.

A total victory for her. Excellent.

Having coaxed herself into a good mood, Shi Changying finally continued listening to Shaoyuan’s tutoring.

Meanwhile, on the set of Dragon Flying Phoenix.

Although production had been halted for nearly a week, the incident involving Bai Shuyi’s mega-fan committing intentional homicide had paradoxically boosted the popularity of Dragon Flying Phoenix significantly.

Xu Shuangqiao continued coming to the set to learn, only to bump into Meng Miaoyan head-on.

Meng Miaoyan glared at her coldly. "Xu Shuangqiao, you took my Meng Family’s fifty million investment for nothing, but I will get it back."

"Why are you still on set?" Xu Shuangqiao rolled her eyes. "You really have no shame. If I could borrow the thickness of your skin, I wouldn’t be cold in winter."

"Why can’t I be on set? I’m a supporting actress with a major role." Meng Miaoyan sneered. "Xu Shuangqiao, you’re neither the director nor the producer. What right do you have to kick me off the set? I’m not afraid to tell you: although the Meng Family did invest in the crew, I was chosen for this role based on my own merits. You—"

Her words were cut off before she could finish.

A gentle, smiling voice chimed in. "She doesn’t, but do I?"

Seeing Qingyuan walking over gracefully, Meng Miaoyan’s smile stiffened as she greeted, "Teacher Lu."

Qingyuan didn’t accept the pleasantry. She looked at her indifferently. "I’m asking you. She doesn’t, but do I?"

Meng Miaoyan found the situation completely absurd.

Although Lu Qingyuan was indeed the top female star in the domestic entertainment industry right now with an insurmountable lead in popularity, she was ultimately an orphan without a good background.

Where on earth did her confidence come from?

And how had she cultivated such an imposing aura?

Meng Miaoyan had heard the rumors in the entertainment circle that Lu Qingyuan was heavily promoted by Gu Lingyuan. But now that Gu Lingyuan had fallen for Bai Shuyi, Lu Qingyuan had been discarded.

However, the reality seemed entirely different.

"Teacher Lu." Unable to withstand Qingyuan’s overwhelming presence, Meng Miaoyan forced her voice out. "She and I have some personal grievances. It has nothing to do with the filming, and I promise it won’t affect the production."

"But I’m afraid. I’m afraid that in the future, if some small-time actor offends Miss Meng, you might do something to them," Qingyuan said in an exceedingly gentle tone. "If Miss Meng were to use the Meng Family’s influence to suppress them, they wouldn’t have a strong backing like Director Xiao Xu, would they?"

Meng Miaoyan’s face turned livid.

"Teacher Lu, apologies, apologies! We forgot to notify Miss Meng." The director hurried over, offering his apologies before turning to Meng Miaoyan. "Miss Meng, you’ve violated the terms of your contract. We are unilaterally terminating our agreement with you."

"You can’t!" Meng Miaoyan finally panicked. "The Meng Family has money invested here! If you terminate my contract, the Meng Family will pull their funding!"

"You don’t need to trouble yourself with funding matters, Miss Meng," Qingyuan said, pulling her coat tighter around herself. "If a life were lost over a bit of money, the loss would far outweigh the gain."

The director shook his head. "Miss Meng, please leave."

Lu Qingyuan was the absolute main lead of Dragon Flying Phoenix. Let alone asking Meng Miaoyan to leave, even if she demanded the male lead be replaced, the crew would immediately have to go find someone new.

Because without Lu Qingyuan, it was entirely unknown whether this martial arts drama could even make it to the broadcast market.

Meng Miaoyan took a deep breath, her entire body trembling—half from anger, half from humiliation.

The passing staff members cast curious glances at her, making her look even more wretched.

Filled with reluctance and resentment, Meng Miaoyan had no choice but to leave.

Xu Shuangqiao waved with a beaming smile. "Get out of here!"

"Teacher Lu, please rest assured. During the few days you were recovering, we conducted a much more thorough background check on everyone in the crew," the director said with a sigh of relief. "I guarantee that what happened before will absolutely not happen again."

Qingyuan smiled. "Whether it happens or not isn’t up to us."

The director’s expression changed, and he said hastily, "Teacher Lu, I am completely on your side!"

"Don’t worry, it has nothing to do with you," Qingyuan reassured him. "Let’s get ready to film."

At 4:00 PM, Mingjing University, in a professor’s office.

By the door, a boy and a girl were shoving each other, neither willing to go inside.

"You go in!"

"Why should I? You go first, I’ll cover your back."

"Rock, paper, scissors. The loser goes first."

"Bring it on! We agreed, the loser goes in. Rock, paper, scissors!"

The girl waved her fist triumphantly. "You threw scissors. You lose."

The boy immediately deflated. Reaching out, he knocked on the door with a look of utter despair. After receiving permission, he entered the office.

This was Hua Shao’s private office. She was staring at her computer screen, seemingly lost in thought.

Clutching his thesis, the boy stammered, "Pro... Professor, I... I..."

For a long time, he couldn’t form a complete sentence.

He couldn’t be blamed. Who in Mingjing University didn’t know that Professor Yan Shaohua was simply inhuman?

Her IQ was a mystery; no one knew just how deep her well of knowledge went.

Her famous quote, "No matter how low a person’s IQ is, how could they possibly fail to learn calculus?" had already become a legendary saying at Mingjing University.

Even so, countless students still fought tooth and nail to have her as their advisor.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration hit Hua Shao. She slammed her hand down. "I’ve got it! Now I remember. I was wondering why the style felt a bit familiar. It was you all along!"

The boy was startled so badly that his legs gave out. Nearly dropping to his knees, he could only shoot a desperate plea for help at the girl by the door.

The girl shrugged, indicating there was nothing she could do to help.

At the same time, she let out a long sigh of relief. Thankfully she hadn’t gone in first; otherwise, she would have been the first one Professor Yan called "not a human."

Although in Professor Yan’s eyes, none of them were human, she still wanted to feel like a human for a little while longer.

The boy closed his eyes, bracing himself to be called "not human."

But things didn’t go as he expected. Hua Shao seemed completely oblivious to his presence. Instead, she pulled open a drawer and took out a phone.

The boy watched her actions in confusion, a nervous thought crossing his mind. "Is my advisor preparing to call my parents? That can’t be, right?"

Hua Shao opened a chat window with a user whose avatar was a cake and whose username was "God of Delicious Cake," and sent a single message.

[HS]: You know Lu Qingyuan? Why did you help her restore the surveillance footage?