ATLAS TRANSLATES

Little Jiang?

Xu En remembered – he was the one who went fishing with Ji Heng and others last time. “Uncle, did someone you know arrive? Where are they? I can ask Assistant Xu to go receive them.”

“No need, you’re busy,” Ji Shaojun waved his hand. “I’ll go down to get Little He myself, I know the way.”

Shen Qing followed, “I’ll go with you.”

The two left the cafeteria.

Director Wang looked at Ji Heng in surprise – the Ji family had acquaintances in Jiangjing? Though since Xu En was showing Ji Heng and others around Xu Corporation today, it wasn’t strange to invite “acquaintances” over. As a businessman, Director Wang tended to think more deeply about such things.

“Well then, President Xu, since your family is busy, I’ll head back to hand over my work.” Director Wang politely bid farewell, not caring about who these Ji family members or acquaintances were.

After everyone left, Xu En turned to look at Ji Heng, “Uncle Ji, Wenyao will take you all in the afternoon.”

Xu Wenyao had previously booked museum tickets for Ji Heng and others for this afternoon.

Xu En wanted Xu Wenyao to take them.

“No need,” Ji Heng waved his hand. “We can go by ourselves.”

Xu En frowned slightly. He felt that today the Ji family seemed somewhat distant towards Xu Wenyao.

He let Ji Heng walk in front while falling two steps behind, taking out his phone to message Xu Wenyao.

He asked about this matter.

** Jiangjing University.

Just as Xu Wenyao was leaving the dormitory with his car keys, he received Xu En’s message. His expression turned serious—

[I’m coming back right away. Please help me explain well to Old Mr. Ji and the others.]

After sending this, he found his car and drove toward Xu Corporation.

Midway, he received a call from Qi Shuyun.

“Wenyao,” Qi Shuyun spoke with a coquettish tone, “Come pick me up at my house. My dad wants me to give you Professor Ma’s event ticket.”

For Professor Ma’s lecture this time, very few undergraduates could get tickets.

Almost all were for graduate students and above. Xu Wenyao had participated in the school’s registration but hadn’t managed to get one.

However, he wasn’t surprised that the Qi family could get tickets. He just patiently explained to Qi Shuyun, “Shuyun, I told you yesterday, I need to take them to the museum today.”

“Are you serious?” Qi Shuyun’s tone changed instantly. She sat up, “Last time you ran errands for them, this time you’re playing tour guide. You have more patience for them than for me.”

“Shuyun, they rarely come to Jiangjing…”

“You just don’t care enough about me!” Qi Shuyun, the only girl in three generations of the Qi family, was deeply spoiled at home and always willful.

Xu Wenyao pulled over to the side of the road and pressed his forehead, “Listen to me, my dad was previously in Xiangcheng…”

“I don’t care,” Qi Shuyun interrupted, “If you don’t come pick me up at my house, I’ll tear up the event ticket!”

Xu Wenyao was silent for a long time, “Qi Shuyun, do you think I’m just after your event ticket?”

Perhaps because he had never used such a serious tone before.

Even when she suggested breaking up, he could talk to her normally. This was the first time the usually indulgent Xu Wenyao had shown such an attitude.

“You know that’s not what I meant.” Qi Shuyun frowned.

“I’m driving,” Xu Wenyao started the car again, “Let’s hang up.”

** “You really have time,” Xu Shujie, wearing suit pants and holding documents, got out of her car and looked Xu Wenyao up and down, “Actually accompanying them to the museum.”

Xu Wenyao nodded slightly, his expression gentle but clouded with some darkness today, “Would you like to join us?”

“No, thanks.” Xu Shujie rejected directly, “But Shuyun went to see your grandmother, be careful, your grandmother will definitely look for you tonight.”

“I understand.” Xu Wenyao hadn’t expected that in the time it took to drive to Xu Corporation, Xu Shujie would already know about this.

Xu Shujie was very confident in Xu Wenyao, knowing he always had good judgment, so she didn’t say more.

From the corner of her eye, she saw Xu En escorting Ji Heng and others downstairs – Ji Heng, Ji Shaojun, Shen Qing, and beside them was…

A seven or eight-year-old boy?

He wore a red padded jacket with large pockets on both sides embroidered with cabbage designs that didn’t match the jacket. He had long eyelashes and delicate features, though his expression was quite blank.

Like a New Year’s painting doll.

“Who’s that?” Xu Shujie asked in surprise.

Xu Wenyao thought for a moment, “Ah Lian’s friend.”

Xu Shujie nodded and didn’t ask further.

“Uncle, Wenyao happens to be free,” Xu En smiled at Ji Heng, “Let him take you there, he can show you the way.”

Since Xu Wenyao was already here, Ji Heng couldn’t refuse this time.

“The wedding is the day after tomorrow, and you’re still at the company,” after the car left, Xu Shujie turned to look at Xu En, “But with their friends here and acquaintances there, how many relatives are they preparing to bring to the wedding?”

“Just one table.” Xu En glanced at her.

Just one table? So few people?

Xu Shujie was somewhat surprised.

** Ji Heng and the others were going to the Chen family’s private museum, with a 2 PM reservation.

Xu Wenyao parked in a nearby parking lot before leading them to the museum.

The museum was at the westernmost edge of Xingjiang District, bordering Shimen District.

The entire museum had a garden-style design, with a grand entrance hall. Daily admission was limited, and at this time there weren’t many people queuing for reservations.

The Chen family’s private museum was very large. Everyone knew that most items stored here belonged to the Bai family. It was free to the public but only accepted around a thousand visitors daily.

Xu Wenyao’s group queued to enter. In the vast museum, following the corridor inside, they saw the first exhibition hall in the middle.

The first thing they saw was armor preserved in a glass case in the center.

They could hear the museum’s built-in guide’s voice floating through the microphone: “Everyone, look, this is General Bai Li’s armor, weighing 112 jin. Imagine wearing such heavy armor while still being able to use a spear to directly pierce enemy commanders…”

Past the armor, display cases on both sides held daily utensils, with stairs leading up on both sides.

There were two more floors above.

“The third floor has the Bai family’s letters,” Xu Wenyao, who wasn’t here for the first time, explained to Ji Heng and others, “Let’s go to the second floor first…”

“Let’s go to the back garden first.” Ji Heng shook his head, using his pipe to point as he walked straight through the first floor, following a concrete path to the back garden.

Xu Wenyao was startled but followed Ji Heng.

The entire back garden was a hectare of landscaping, with narrow concrete paths and ancient trees with long histories on both sides. There weren’t many people on the path, nor were there other attractions.

After walking four hundred meters, they finally arrived at a tomb.

Incense and candles were placed on both sides of the tomb.

Jiang He very familiarly took an incense stick from the left side.

However, being short, no one noticed him at this moment. Everyone’s gaze was fixed on the stone tomb before them – nine steps leading up to an almost broken stone tablet.

Even Xu Wenyao knew this piece of history.

He looked up at the stone tablet.

Though it wasn’t his first time here, Xu Wenyao was still struck by the characters on the stone tablet, with their bloody and unrestrained aura hitting him head-on.

Before the final battle, the tomb’s owner had gone to war with the determination to die. Before setting out, they had carved their own epitaph with their spear. The epitaph had only ten characters—

Bai Yi Sheng Jian Jin Yan Fan Luo Gu

** A lifetime of rebellion, White-robed meeting the King of Hell.

This was Bai Xiangjun’s final epitaph for himself, which Chen Ye brought back to Jiangjing when he returned later.

Xu Wenyao could hardly imagine what kind of bearing those people must have had back then to leave behind such words.

Just looking at the stone tablet, he could imagine the graceful figure in white robes standing against the wind, holding a spear and carving these characters.