The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Even Beiyin’s President Luo would call him “Mr. Hu.”

But now he was being so polite to a girl?

Who was this girl?

Others guessed in their minds, but the girl kept her head down slightly, with a remarkable appearance; she was an unfamiliar face they hadn’t seen before.

After passing through the backstage, a group surrounded Dean Jian as he was tuning a guzheng. Seeing Bai Lian, he greeted from afar, “You’re quite early.”

“Didn’t want to keep you waiting,” Bai Lian stopped without approaching.

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She was delighted to come to Dean Jian’s residence, and he too was pleased, not saying much, merely waving his hand toward her, “Okay, you go sit with Old Hu first, I’ll come over after explaining things to them.”

After Bai Lian had left.

A group of people around Dean Jian looked at each other, all renowned teachers from Beicheng, seeing Bai Lian for the first time and unable to hide their surprise.

“Dean Jian, that person is… your student?” Principal Luo asked.

He knew that Jian Zhongyou had disciples, among them a girl with exceptional talent, but she was only in Jiangjing, seen by few.

“My student?” Jian Zhongyou looked at Principal Luo and shook his head with a chuckle, “You think too much, I am not capable of being her teacher.”

At this point, he sighed, “Her teacher is far more formidable than I am.”

Although Bai Lian had not mentioned who her teacher was, after so long, Jian Zhongyou also knew that her teacher must be an exceptional master.

Why did he always want Bai Lian to lead in playing the guzheng?

Because he could see that she carried something within her, an ancient heritage.

It is very likely that she was a direct disciple of a guzheng master from a reclusive and prestigious family.

Jian Zhongyou spoke casually, but the few people around him were shocked, especially Principal Luo.

Just the classical Chinese music alone, Jian Zhongyou’s influence was significant; a modern guzheng master, his written works such as “South-North Guzheng Tunes” and other series were in museums.

At national banquets, he served as a guiding teacher, and his contributions were already written in the history of music.

Now he actually said, “Her teacher is far more formidable than I am”? Then who exactly is this girl’s guzheng teacher?

**

Outside.

Bai Shaoqi was sitting in the middle, beside her was Madam Song, and next to Madam Song was Song Min, and the performance was about to begin.

The lights in the hall dimmed, leaving only one beam on the stage.

In the front row, a tall figure in a long dress appeared, and Song Min, upon seeing that figure, suddenly sat up straight, his gaze intense as he looked toward the front row.

“What is it?” Madam Song noticed something unusual about him.

Song Min watched the blur of a figure walk to the first row, his voice deep, “I think I saw Bai Lian.”

“Bai Lian?” Madam Song paused.

Bai Shaoqi’s fingers also tightened, she turned her head, “Where?”

“First row,” Song Min saw her sit down in the first row, his gaze not moving away, “In the center seat.”

“First row? Then you must be mistaken,” upon hearing this, Madam Song shook her head, “We barely managed to get VIP seats through connections. The first row, that’s a place for someone like Dean Jian to sit, guests of honor at the concert; even if Bai Lian is from the Xu Family, it’s not possible for her to get a ticket for the first row.”

That was true indeed.

Song Min hesitated and withdrew his gaze. The figure he just saw was very similar to Bai Lian whom he had seen in Jiangjing.

But…

It was different from the Bai Lian he remembered.

Bai Shaoqi lost interest and turned her gaze back to her cell phone, continuing to look down and send a photo to the class group.

**

First row.

Bai Lian settled into her seat, quietly waiting for the performance to begin.

From time to time, people took their seats in the first row, each of them greeting Bai Lian before sitting down.

After Dean Jian made the necessary arrangements, he came and sat down beside her, “Listen carefully and see if you have any new insights.”

The opening music was a joint performance by Beiyin’s students and teachers.

Four guzheng masters, plus two interspersed performances by pipa and jade flute teachers.

It was “The White Robed Journey,” a piece Bai Lian knew well. During the climax of the piece, the four guzheng masters played in concert, plucking the red strings with a feather’s touch, and in an instant, war horses and iron armor, bones covered by yellow sand, mourned and sobbed within the strings, touching everyone’s soul.