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Chapter 751: Master of Calligraphy, Qian Congwen

In the end, Xiao He didn’t spell it out too clearly.

He just took the chance to drop a hint for Old Qian—

“In Qian Wenhao’s room, there are two identical copies of *Stabilizing the Realm*, but the one he burned isn’t mine.”

As for whose it was, Old Qian would have to ask and investigate himself.

Anyway, Xiao He was just stating a fact; the rest wasn’t his concern.

It was straightforward and showed no intention of meddling—very tactful. Having spent years in the Calligraphy Association, Old Qian would surely grasp Xiao He’s meaning.

Sure enough, upon hearing Xiao He’s words, Old Qian froze for a moment, then immediately understood something.

“I see.”

Old Qian’s expression turned complicated, with emotions even Xiao He couldn’t read flickering in his eyes. Finally, he forced a smile and thanked Xiao He: “Xiao Xiao, I really appreciate this. No matter what, you’ll always be our Qian Family’s greatest benefactor. That will never change.”

Xiao He wasn’t swept away by these words; he just smiled. “I only told you what I saw. As for your family matters, Old Qian, they’re none of my business. But I hope I can visit you again next time.”

“Of course, absolutely.”

Old Qian laughed heartily, the irritation from his suspicions easing slightly, and nodded at Xiao He.

So after the meal, Xiao He quietly slipped away from the Qian Family home.

But for many others, everything was just beginning...

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When Xiao He returned to the hotel, he learned that news of the Yun Family under investigation had spread online through well-informed sources, coinciding with this relatively sensitive time. As a result, the buzz around *Echo Chamber* had surged even higher.

Already a viral sensation online, it was now spreading overseas too, as if determined to crown *Echo Chamber* as the top AI animation in the satirical genre.

And amusingly, because the early part of *Echo Chamber* prominently featured Chinese-style elements, which later blended with Western art styles in the second half, even overseas audiences were thoroughly entertained.

Some even said it would be amazing if *Echo Chamber* could compete in international awards.

After all, few works could balance national sentiment, ethnic history, patriotism, dark satire, traditional culture, and other highly captivating elements all at once.

Unfortunately, no matter how much people demanded it, the creator of *Echo Chamber*, “The Righteous Little White,” had remained silent. Aside from uploading the video, he hadn’t made any other moves—as if he had completely vanished from the face of the earth.

Come and go with style, leave with style.

So when Xiao He logged online, the hottest topic on the trending list had already shifted to “Has the Righteous Little White disappeared, or is he just being silenced?” Similar speculations were spreading across the internet, sparking heated debates among netizens.

The Righteous Little White·Himself·Xiao He: ...You guys really change your tune every single day!

Xiao He hadn’t expected that his low profile would once again become a heavy burden on the Yun Family.

But Xiao He felt no sympathy whatsoever.

That evening, Old Qian personally called Xiao He again and warmly invited him to visit the Qian Family next time.

Xiao He immediately understood—the day’s matter had been fully resolved.

“Sure, it’s my honor.”

Xiao He agreed readily and wisely refrained from asking about the outcome.

Actually, Xiao He didn’t need Old Qian to explain the truth; he could find it himself with a quick online search, without even using his hacking skills.

Just a few finger taps, typing in the search bar, and he could locate the mysterious forger’s information.

After all, the members of the Qian Family were all accomplished individuals. Old Qian was currently the Vice President of the China Calligraphy Association. By tracing back through Old Qian’s connections, the answer would naturally surface.

And so, the name Qian Congwen appeared before Xiao He.

When it came to Qian Congwen, it wasn’t just people in calligraphy circles who knew him—he was highly renowned across all of China. Strictly speaking, Qian Congwen was the last well-known master calligrapher of modern times, the universally acknowledged final great master in the calligraphy world, and one of the rare truly household names in calligraphy in modern history.

After him, no one in the country had achieved such a combination of traditional style and national fame.

Even Old Qian of the current Calligraphy Association, or others with extremely high calligraphy mastery, could hardly reach such heights. They were basically preaching to the choir within their circles, with ordinary people rarely taking the initiative to learn about them.

After all, how many living calligraphy masters could the average person name today?

Talking about the great masters of ancient history was easy enough, but when it came to modern times, people’s minds would go completely blank.

So this Elder Qian Congwen was undoubtedly a legendary figure worth recording in history. After him, there were no more calligraphy myths.

His existence had essentially cemented the Qian Family’s position in Beijing’s cultural scene, allowing subsequent generations to thrive smoothly and build successful careers.

And this man was Qian Wenhao’s grandfather.

He had passed away over a decade ago, peacefully and quietly. His later years were calm, enjoying fame and fortune to the fullest.

If it weren’t for Qian Wenhao’s unusual behavior, Xiao He wouldn’t have dared to guess that this elder was somehow involved in the forgery of Emperor Chen’s “authentic script.”

But now, with all the information gathered, what was there not to understand?

The truth that Qian Wenhao refused to reveal even under police investigation was as simple and straightforward as that.

And the fact that the authentic script had fooled so many calligraphy experts, even earning Old Qian’s reluctant admiration, now had a complete explanation.

With such a master calligrapher, being able to flawlessly replicate Emperor Chen’s work without any mistakes was hardly surprising.

But no one could ever know why he did it, how he got entangled with the Yun Family, and where the original *Stabilizing the Realm* was now. Had it been a forgery from the very beginning? Was it all an enormous lie spun by the Yun Family?

Perhaps now, only Old Master Yun still knew the truth.

But no matter how this story was told, the Qian Family would suffer massive repercussions.

If the police or more people found out that this nationally renowned calligraphy master’s copies had been shamelessly paraded as the most controversial “authentic script of Emperor Chen,” it was hard to imagine how earth-shattering that news would be. The Qian Family’s decades of reputation and achievements would all collapse, facing doubts and even repercussions.

Even if the elder had copied Emperor Chen’s work without any ulterior motives, purely out of admiration—just as Xiao He did now, as a form of calligraphy exchange, a hobby—and never used it for profit, only giving it to friends as a keepsake, only for others to exploit it... it still didn’t add up.

Remember, this so-called “authentic script” of Emperor Chen, *Stabilizing the Realm*, had appeared as early as the last century and was sent to auction.

At that time, this elder was still alive!

Outsiders might not remember clearly, but back then, the entire cultural scene of China was thrown into massive turmoil.

It could only be described as earth-shattering.

Those who could contribute money did so; those who could contribute effort did. Calligraphy enthusiasts, history experts, cultural relic collectors, patriotic businessmen... all gathered together, tirelessly working to bring this soon-to-be-auctioned authentic script back to China.

But the final outcome, everyone already knew.

In the decades that followed, the Yun Family hid the piece, refusing all visitors.

During that time, was this elder really completely in the dark?

Who would believe that?

The Qian Family couldn’t silence the gossip of the entire world.

And they were destined to be unable to protect Qian Congwen’s posthumous reputation.