Chapter 461: Chapter 461: After So Many Years, He’s Still the One Who Made It Good Chapter 461: Chapter 461: After So Many Years, He’s Still the One Who Made It Good Duan Xingye immediately shook his head, “Impossible. He’s just a mortal who fantasizes about fairies. Can he really ascend to the heavens?”
Bai Chuwei remained silent and didn’t tell Duan Xingye that she had given her Feiyu Carpet to Duan Feihan…
Duan Feihan had come here more than just once.
“A pile of breakfast still can’t shut your mouth?” Bai Chuwei glanced sideways at Duan Xingye.
The butler, holding a letter in his hand, walked over with a smile, “Miss, this is a letter from the Bai Family in Haicheng for you.” Follow current novels on novel⸺fire.net
Bai Chuwei took it, opened it, and saw it was an invitation from “Super Brain Scholar.”
Bai Chuwei guessed it was the invitation from the show that had been sent to the Bai Family, which Bai Guofu saw and then forwarded to the Imperial Capital.
Bai Chuwei tossed the letter aside, “Not interested.”
She guessed the invitations were mass-sent, aimed at all the top-performing students in the provinces and cities for the college entrance examination that year to participate in the preliminary competition. For example, Tong Qingyan had received one.
Bai Chuwei scoffed disdainfully, thinking they really believed they could invite an ancestor just by sending a letter? Naive.
After breakfast, Bai Chuwei took the three little friends to tour the Imperial Capital, which is most famous for its cultural monuments.
The four of them bought tickets for the ancient palace and smoothly made their way inside.
Duan Xingye looked around and asked in a mystically low voice, “Weiwei, did you come here when there were Emperors in the past?”
Bai Chuwei’s eyebrows twitched, her smile significant and lingering, “Of course I did, and I remember it like it was yesterday. Look, right under this tree where you’re standing, three hundred and twenty-four years ago, a palace maid named Qiaoqiao hanged herself.”
At these words, Duan Xingye started screaming in fright.
Bai Chuwei looked disdainful, “What are you afraid of? Ordinary human culture spans five thousand years, and in those five thousand years, which patch of yellow earth hasn’t seen death?”
Not to mention the old palace.
Before Duan Xingye had a chance to speak again, suddenly the incredulous voice of a middle-aged man rang out from behind them, tinged with shock, “Bai… Bai Chu?”
Bai Chuwei turned her head, her demeanor changing to one full of charm.
The middle-aged man gasped when he saw her face and strode over to her, looking her up and down, “You’re not Bai Chu, are you? Are you Bai Chu’s daughter?” How else could she look so similar?
Bai Chuwei curved her lips slightly, “Are you Chen Qiang?”
At once, a flicker of displeasure crossed Chen Qiang’s brows. How could this young girl have no manners at all, not even calling him ‘uncle’?
Su Ruan and the others were somewhat baffled, “Weiwei, do you know this uncle?”
Didn’t she just know him?
In the early years, there were too many poor people in China, and how many couldn’t afford to study because of poverty? She had Chen Meihua sponsor many poor students under the name of the Chen Family.
This Chen Qiang was one of them.
Chen Qiang smiled and explained, “I knew… Weiwei’s mother before. We all received the sponsorship.”
As he spoke, a flash of resentment crossed his eyes.
He considered himself the most outstanding among those poor students, yet later he heard that Bai Chu had received even more sponsorship money than he had.
Years had passed, and as a middle-aged man, he had managed to make a name for himself, settled down in the Imperial Capital, and had become a well-known figure in his circle. The name Bai Chu, however, he had not heard of since.
It seemed, after all these years, he was the one who had fared better.
Chen Qiang sized up Bai Chuwei, dressed in a simple white linen dress, embroidered with ink bamboo at the edges.
It was pretty, but unfortunately, it didn’t seem like a designer brand.