Lu Xue never expected that during an accidental visit to this school to give a lecture to the students, she would find the long - awaited clue in a student's notebook.
Lu Xue asked this student.
"Do you know this old artist? Do you know his address or contact information?"
The student was taken aback for a moment, scratched his head, and replied after a while.
"This Mr. Chen is my senior's teacher. My senior has always been in charge of running errands for Mr. Chen, collecting materials from the library and sending them to him. Since my senior has been ill recently, he delegated this task to me. I went to visit Mr. Chen once before, so I jotted down his address."
Although Lu Xue listened calmly, she could feel her heart beating faster. She had been searching for this old artist for so long without any clues, but now, quite inadvertently, she had learned his address.
Lu Xue asked the student for Mr. Chen's address. The student generously wrote it down for her and whispered a reminder.
"This place is quite hard to reach. It's difficult to find on the map. If you're going there, Teacher Lu, remember to ask the nearby villagers for directions."
Lu Xue nodded and thanked the student.
When she left the school, she felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her heart.
She looked up. The sky was exceptionally bright. She had a note in her hand with Mr. Chen's address on it.
On her way back, Lu Xue's mood was as light as a cloud floating in the sky.
She called Han Xiaolv and briefly told her about finding the clue.
Han Xiaolv exclaimed in surprise on the other end of the phone.
"That's great! You've finally found the old artist. I must go with you!!"
After hanging up the phone, Han Xiaolv enthusiastically used the navigation to search for information about the vicinity of this small village. She dug out all the details about the mountain roads, the nearby transportation, and the history of the village, using all kinds of online information to prepare for tomorrow's trip.
When Lu Xue returned to the Mu Mansion, Mu Ziyue was throwing a tantrum at home. From a distance, she could hear the sound of vases being shattered.
"What do you mean? You actually washed her clothes together with mine!"
Mu Ziyue's shrill screams almost tore the roof off.
When Lu Xue got closer, she saw that Mu Ziyue was holding a stack of freshly washed and ironed clothes, shouting at Aunt Chen.
Aunt Chen looked a bit aggrieved, but due to Mu Ziyue's status as the young mistress, she dared not show her anger. She silently endured Mu Ziyue's scolding.
Mu Ziyue scolded Aunt Chen mercilessly. Then she threw the clothes in her hand on the ground and stomped on them twice with her high - heels.
"I'll never wear these clothes again. Throw them all away. Just think of them as being chewed by a dog."
After saying that, Mu Ziyue turned around angrily and left.
Just as she turned around, she happened to meet Lu Xue at the door. The two stared at each other for a few seconds.
Lu Xue's eyes were calm, while Mu Ziyue's face was filled with hatred. Finally, Mu Ziyue let out a disdainful snort as she left, bumping into Lu Xue's shoulder on her way out.
Lu Xue walked in and asked Aunt Chen what had happened.
Aunt Chen wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and said aggrievedly.
"It's all my fault. I didn't serve the young mistress well."
Some of the other aunts couldn't stand it and whispered.
"The young mistress is so capricious at home. Aunt Chen has been working in this family for a long time. She's been diligent for so many years and has never made a mistake."
Lu Xue asked the other aunts about the whole incident and then learned that the reason Mu Ziyue was angry today was that Aunt Chen had washed Lu Xue's and Mu Ziyue's clothes together when doing the hand - wash.
Mu Ziyue had thrown a huge tantrum in the house, scolding that Lu Xue's clothes were always covered in mud from God - knows - where. Every piece of her clothes was dirty, just like those of a beggar on the street. How could they be washed together with hers?
Just because of this trivial matter, the whole house was in an uproar again.
After scolding Aunt Chen severely, Mu Ziyue went outside to complain to Ding Muyun.
Aunt Chen wiped away her tears and said worriedly.
"It's nothing for me to be scolded by the young mistress. But since the young mistress is so against you, you must be careful in the future."
Lu Xue felt sorry for Aunt Chen.
Because she had to do painted sculptures in the studio, her clothes were indeed often covered with "big patches of mud". Originally, she planned to wash them by herself, but unexpectedly, Aunt Chen had collected all her old clothes when cleaning her room.
She comforted Aunt Chen and didn't really care about her own situation. Anyway, she had found the clue about the old artist and didn't plan to stay in the Mu Mansion for long.
She said to Aunt Chen.
"Aunt Chen, you don't need to worry about me. If she blames you in the future, just put the blame on me."