Chapter 450: Meeting Jiang Yan

Ma Jian gave a bitter laugh, scratched his head, sighed, and said.

"Jiang Ge, if the professor surnamed Jiang that Hong Jie mentioned is indeed Jiang Yan, then I probably know her—she's Jiang Yan, a member of the Xu Family among the Provincial Capital Nine Great Families."

"Xu Family person?"

Duanmu Hongjie also nodded at the side.

"Yes, exactly, she's from the Xu Family. Jiang Ge, you might not know, but Jiang Yan's identity is not simple."

"She is the niece of Xu Family Head Xu Yansong. It is said that her father is a top-tier aristocrat from Kyoto, with a particularly prominent status, but her parents passed away when she was very young, leaving no one to care for her, so Xu Yansong took her into the Xu Family and has raised her by his side."

"What's more strange is that her Kyoto relatives, ever since her parents died, have never come to see her, as if they forgot her. The Xu Family has always treated her as their own daughter outwardly."

Ma Jian then also spoke up.

"Jiang Ge, do you know who Xu Yansong is? He is currently the Provincial Governor of Jiangnan Province. So Jiang Yan has been pampered by Xu Yansong since childhood, growing up with a silver spoon, and no one dares to bully her."

"What's more impressive is that Jiang Yan is a genuine genius, with talent so high it's frightening. She graduated from Ninghai University's Paleontology major at nineteen, and shortly after, she consecutively passed the master's and doctoral exams, smoothly obtaining her doctorate at a young age."

"Now she is only twenty-five or twenty-six, yet she is already the youngest professor at Ninghai University. In the fields of paleontology and ancient script, her fame is particularly great; many senior professors cannot compare to her. Among our peers in the Provincial Capital Nine Great Families, we are completely crushed by her."

Saying this, Ma Jian's face showed a hint of helplessness.

"Also because she is too talented and has a somewhat aloof personality, we all dare not really play with her."

"However, if you're looking for someone who knows ancient script, she might be the only one who can help you."

Thinking this, Jiang Feng didn't mind much and said to Duanmu Hongjie.

"Since you know her, perfect, Hong Jie—take me to Ninghai University now. I want to meet Professor Jiang Yan and have her look at those ancient scripts."

Upon hearing this, Duanmu Hongjie's face showed a hint of difficulty; he glanced at Ma Jian, then at Jiang Feng, and hesitated before speaking.

"Jiang Ge, this... this might be a bit difficult? Jiang Yan has an aloof personality; if she refuses to help, there's nothing we can do."

"Do your best; no matter what, this passage is very important to me..."

Seeing Jiang Feng's firm attitude, Duanmu Hongjie and Ma Jian dared not say anything more.

Ma Jian gave a bitter laugh and said.

"Alright, Jiang Ge, since you say so, we'll accompany you. However, Jiang Ge, if Jiang Yan's attitude is bad when we get there, don't get angry—she's just like that, cold toward everyone."

"Don't worry."

Jiang Feng said lightly.

Afterwards, the three got into the car, and Duanmu Hongjie drove.

The car started and headed toward Ninghai University.

After about an hour and a bit, the car finally arrived at the gate of Ninghai University.

Ninghai University is one of the best universities in Jiangnan Province; the campus is large, the environment is excellent, everywhere there are shady green trees, and the flow of students is constant.

The car stopped at the school gate, and the three walked together into the school.

After walking for about ten minutes, the three finally reached the door of the Ancient Script Laboratory.

It is an old-looking teaching building; compared to the modern teaching buildings around it, it seems somewhat out of place, yet inside it exudes an antiquated atmosphere.

"Jiang Ge, this is the Ancient Script Laboratory; Jiang Yan is likely inside. I'll go knock on the door and let her know."

Jiang Feng nodded: "Okay."

Duanmu Hongjie stepped forward and lightly knocked on the laboratory door.

"Jiang Yan sis, I have a friend who has something I'd like to ask for your help with; are you available now?"

Inside the laboratory, there was silence for a few seconds, then a clear, cold female voice came through—pleasant to hear, but with a hint of aloofness.

"Come in."

Hearing this, Duanmu Hongjie sighed in relief, gave Jiang Feng and Ma Jian a look, then pushed open the laboratory door and went in first.

Jiang Feng and Ma Jian followed behind.

The laboratory is spacious, filled with many bookshelves; the shelves are packed with various ancient texts and ancient script materials, and the whole lab is permeated with a faint scent of ink and an antiquated atmosphere.

In the center of the laboratory stands a wide table, on which lie some ancient script rubbings and a brush.

A woman in a white shirt sat behind the table, head down, looking at the ancient book in her hands, her expression focused.

This woman looks young, about twenty-five or twenty-six.

The woman is very beautiful, with fair skin, delicate features, long hair draped over her shoulders, a cool demeanor, giving off a feeling of keeping people at a distance.

Jiang Yan heard the footsteps, slowly lifted her head, her gaze fell on Duanmu Hongjie, and her tone remained cool.

"What is it?"

Duanmu Hongjie quickly stepped forward and said with a smile.

"Jiang Yan sis, this is my friend Jiang Feng; he recently obtained some ancient scripts that he cannot read, and since you are a professor, I wanted to ask you to take a look."

Jiang Yan's gaze slowly fell on Jiang Feng, she glanced him up and down, her eyes showing no ripple.

She remained silent for a few seconds, then nodded and said in a flat tone.

"Sure, take it out and let me see."

Hearing Jiang Yan agree, Jiang Feng felt delighted, quickly stepped forward, took out his phone, opened the photos of those ancient scripts he had taken earlier, and handed them to Jiang Yan.

"These are the characters; I found them on the stone wall of a cave, I don't know what they mean—please help me take a look."

Jiang Yan took the phone and lowered her head to look.

At first, her expression was still bland, just casually flipping through the photos, but as she looked, her complexion gradually changed, her gaze grew solemn, and her brows furrowed tightly.

The more she looked, the more astonished she became; her fingers even trembled slightly, the cool expression on her face vanished, replaced by intense shock.

After several minutes had passed, Jiang Yan slowly lifted her head, her gaze locked onto Jiang Feng, her complexion suddenly changed, her tone turned urgent, no longer cool, and she asked urgently.

"Jiang Feng, right? Tell me, where did you see these characters?"