The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Xinjie stared at Bai Lian’s face, which under the setting sun looked lazily elegant like the flowing moon, luminous but not demonic, her composure seemingly casual yet each movement was steady and composed, confident without lacking humility, skilled in spear fighting and the guzheng…

She felt a sense of absurdity.

This must be the Miss Bai recorded in the history books, right?

Coming back to reality, Xinjie said, “Miss Bai, Yan Lu is greatly indebted to you this time, thank you.”

Of course, even if Bai Lian said she could compose, Xinjie still wasn’t entirely at ease.

She was also trying to find someone in the circle.

For a character song written in such a short time, Xinjie was afraid the quality wouldn’t pass muster, and although Yan Lu’s vocal condition was not bad, she was worried that after Yan Lu sang, the netizens would ridicule her.

This was something Xinjie really didn’t want to see.

After Bai Lian and Yan Lu had contributed so much to this character, she didn’t want there to be a single flaw.

Xinjie didn’t place all her hopes on Bai Lian, so she took out her phone and communicated with Director Wan, trying to use various connections to buy an unreleased song that matched the character.

Bai Lian knew that Xinjie couldn’t completely trust her, and not just Xinjie; Bai Lian herself was also uncertain.

While contemplating, she had Yan Lu hold the spear horizontally and practice walking back and forth.

Yan Lu had a natural talent for performing, and with just a little guidance from Bai Lian, she could exhibit that kind of temperament.

“Xiaohan,” Bai Lian felt she had learned well enough and then leaned over to ask Pu Xiaohan, “Can I take the school’s guzheng home for a couple of days?”

Pu Xiaohan didn’t know.

“Wait a moment,” Pu Xiaohan took out her phone, pulled up Xun Qian’s number, “I’ll ask Xun Qian.”

Xun Qian was the head of the Arts Department and had the keys to the storage room.

“She said it’s fine,” Pu Xiaohan put the phone back in her pocket, “I’ll go get it for you.”

Pu Xiaohan was a bit more familiar with Xun Qian, so Bai Lian continued to watch over Yan Lu here.

Meanwhile, Jiang He, who sat on the steps, watched Bai Lian and then turned his gaze to the departing Pu Xiaohan, lost in thought.

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Bai Lian returned home with the guzheng, accompanied by Jiang He.

Lance was chatting with Ji Heng and was surprised when he saw the guzheng Bai Lian was holding, “What’s that?”

“Guzheng,” Bai Lian placed the guzheng back in the room unhurriedly and then came out with acupuncture needles, carefully explaining to Lance, “It’s a type of musical instrument from our country.”

Lance had never seen a guzheng and curiously plucked a string.

“Zheng——”

The sound was like the clear cry of a lonely wild goose flying away.

He reached out again, plucking the strings haphazardly, making it sound like a horde of demons dancing.

Jiang He silently covered his ears, not saying a word, just sitting there watching Lance.

Lance, getting more excited, only stopped when Bai Lian took the silver needle and demonstrated near his head, slowly saying, “If you continue, and I insert this wrongly, you might get paralysis.”

Lance: “…”

He understood, quietly returned to the lounge chair outside, and let Bai Lian perform the acupuncture.

After finishing the acupuncture on Lance, Bai Lian returned to her room.

She placed the guzheng on the table, recalled the incident with Ming Dongheng, and took out her phone to send him a long message—

“*&￥@#@…”

“Meditation requires firm grip, focusing on breath control, breathing with the abdomen, and concentrating.”

“…”

After sending the message, she then reached out to pluck the strings of the guzheng.

Jiang He lay beside her table, watching her fingers as she plucked the strings with just her left hand, sometimes coordinating three or four strings at once.

The sound was light and heavy, though not forming any distinct melody; it was more like casual plucking to listen to the sound.

Sharp and prominent.

Jiang He watched, utterly astonished.

Bai Lian looked at him and laughed lightly, “You look like my cat, Manman.”

After speaking, she jotted down a character in the notebook beside her.

These experiences were her own, filled with emotion, but how to interpret the melody was something she was still attempting.

At this time, Jiang He would go over and see what she had written.

Bai Lian’s handwriting was always neat and clear, but upon seeing it, Jiang He, who had just finished consulting a dictionary, started to question his life, staring blankly at the character Bai Lian had written—

It contained a four, a seven, and even a square frame?

Is that still a character?

He sat back down, stunned.

He hadn’t learned this at all.

A little while later, Bai Lian wrote a few more characters. He, not willing to give up, took another look, and this time, in one character there were a nine, a four, a three, and even a ‘big’ included?!

Jiang He stood up, quietly moved outside and watched Ji Heng teach Lance to play Go.