"What about the officials? Have they found any clues?"

"The Xi family is a prominent clan, having made contributions in the war against the enemy. The government took it very seriously. Immediately after the incident, they led an investigation for over six months, but found nothing. I've held out hope all these years, but after searching for so long, there's been no news. Until today, when I heard the music you played... Qingfeng treasures his music sheet like nothing else, never leaving it. How could he appear in a desolate mountain thousands of miles away? He's... he's in grave danger!"

At this point, the old man burst into tears and could hardly breathe.

"Kimber, Kimber!"

Wen Xi hurriedly shouted to the old housekeeper who was guarding outside the door.

Hearing the shout, Jin Bo and He Tingyan rushed in immediately.

The old man swallowed a handful of pills with warm water, and it took him a while to recover.

"Grandpa He, why don't we let a doctor take a look?"

Wen Xi was a little worried.

The elderly have many chronic diseases as they get older, and excessive mood swings may have an impact on their bodies.

"No need, I know my own health." The old man's eyes dimmed, and he paused, "Girl, those grandfather and grandson from the Xue family just now... Please don't take it to heart for my sake. In order to find me, an old comrade, I have been friends with this old man Xue for half my life. This old man is not a bad person, he just loves his granddaughter very much."

"Okay, Grandpa He, I'll just let it go. It's not like I'll suffer any loss anyway."

"Well, don't worry, I'll have someone pass on a message later, telling her not to let that little bitch bother you again."

"Okay." Wen Xi asked doubtfully, "Grandpa He, does Old Man Xue have such a wide network of connections? Even you have to ask him to find someone?"

"In the calligraphy and painting world, I guess."

"The calligraphy and painting world?"

"Well, Qingfeng is not only a great zither player, he's also a famous porcelain painter in the south. He didn't like business, and he didn't even inherit the family business. During the war, he told me that once everything calmed down, he would return to open a studio and recruit apprentices to pass on the art of porcelain painting. He always kept his word, so I think if he were still alive, he would definitely continue painting porcelain. So I approached Old Man Xue. He's the president of the Calligraphy and Painting Association, and his disciples are all over the world, so finding someone to work with shouldn't be difficult. But I didn't expect that after all this time, I still haven't found anyone."

"Porcelain painter? So that's how it is. This Mr. Xi is really multi-talented."

"Yes, multi-talented, just like you." The old man sighed, still unwilling to give up, "By the way, girl, are you sure your mother really found the music score in the barren mountains of Naxi County?"

"Sure."

"good!"

He Shan pounded his cane hard and told the old butler beside him, "Book the tickets."

Jin Bo became anxious when he heard this.

This is a remote mountainous area that I have never heard of. Not to mention there are no direct flights, even if there are trains and cars, how can the elderly withstand the hardships of crossing mountains and rivers?

"Brother, why don't we send someone to check it out first? If there are any clues, you can wait until the weather is warmer..." Jin Bo advised earnestly.

"No, I said, now, right now!"

Before the old butler could finish his words, the old man interrupted him in a rough voice.

In the past, due to the turmoil, he was unable to do anything and had not found any useful clues over the years. Now that he finally has some clues, how could he wait any longer!

If he is alive, he wants to see the person; if he is dead... he wants to see the corpse. Otherwise, he will not be able to rest in peace even if he closes his eyes.

"What are you still doing here? Go!"

"……yes."

Kimber sighed heavily and turned away.

Before leaving, Chao Wenxi gave him a wink.