"Qian Wenhao, what are you doing?"

Xiao He burst through the door, the first thing he saw being a scarlet fire.

Looking closer, he realized Qian Wenhao was using a lighter to ignite a mounted scroll in his hand.

Although he wasn't quite sure what Qian Wenhao's goal was, Xiao He certainly wouldn't ignore the situation at hand. The house itself was decorated in a classical style, surrounded by wooden furniture, and both sides were lined with Qian Wenhao's own bookshelves. Burning something here was far too dangerous, so Xiao He didn't hesitate to rush forward, snatch the item away, and throw it onto the floor.

Qian Wenya, who followed him in, also let out a scream of confusion: "Brother! What are you doing?!"

Her scream attracted everyone from downstairs. Father Qian and Mother Qian, who had been discussing their health with the doctor, immediately rushed upstairs.

The scroll on the floor was still burning. Qian Wenhao seemingly hadn't expected anyone to discover this so quickly and immediately became flustered. He subconsciously tried to push Xiao He aside to retrieve the scroll from the ground.

Xiao He's reactions were agile; there was no way he'd be pushed over by Qian Wenhao. He smoothly shifted his body backward and reached out to grab Qian Wenhao's collar, pulling him back. "It's dangerous! Don't touch it! Be careful not to burn your hands!"

Qian Wenhao was in poor spirits, and even a slight movement made him start wheezing. Consequently, after smelling the smoke in the air, he began to cough again, his face turning increasingly pale. He coughed so hard it felt like his throat might come out. The strength he had to resist Xiao He naturally dissipated as he coughed, and he was hauled aside by Xiao He like a little chick before being supported by the rushing Qian Wenya.

Once he confirmed Qian Wenhao's safety, Xiao He strode forward and quickly stomped out the flames on the scroll.

Fortunately, although the fire on the scroll had been quite fierce, Xiao He had discovered it in time. After several quick stomps, only a few sparks remained on the scroll.

The others caught up at this moment as well.

"What's going on here?"

Mother Qian looked at the chaotic scene and anxiously went to check on Qian Wenhao. Perhaps because he was too agitated or had inhaled a few breaths of smoke, Qian Wenhao kept coughing incessantly, with tears and snot streaming down his face, looking extremely disheveled.

The doctor also rushed over and immediately began directing: "Move him away from here! To a well-ventilated spot! Don't crowd around him! Let him breathe some fresh air!"

Thus, the Qian Family scrambled to support Qian Wenhao's limbs and carried him off toward the large balcony on the second floor.

All of a sudden, Qian Wenhao's bedroom became empty as everyone swarmed out to check on his condition.

Xiao He's lips twitched as he reached out a hand in the classic 'Erkang' gesture: "Well..." There was really no need for so many people to rush over...

Well, it was clear that this family was indeed very united.

Even Qian Wenya, the little fangirl Xiao He had just confirmed, squeezed out with them and vanished from sight.

Helpless, Xiao He could only squat down himself, pick up the scroll, and carefully pat away all the remaining sparks.

However, Qian Wenhao's actions just now still left Xiao He somewhat confused.

He didn't understand why Qian Wenhao would want to burn this scroll the moment he got home.

Was there some secret hidden inside?

With a heart full of curiosity, Xiao He slowly unfurled the scroll before him—

A piece of calligraphy with handwriting he knew all too well appeared before his eyes.

Xiao He was completely stunned.

The familiar starting strokes, the familiar sharpness, the familiar flow, and the four large characters: "stability of the world."

This was the primary source of everything everyone had been running around for lately.

It was the regret that had been hidden in everyone's hearts after being so busy for so long.

Since confirming that the original work exhibited at the Art Center was a fake, no one was without regret.

This meant they might have completely missed their chance with the real stability of the world.

Perhaps one day the truth would still be revealed and they would know the true whereabouts of stability of the world, but it was more likely that it was not in the Yun Family's hands—it might have even been completely destroyed long ago, lost in the shifts of history.

So how could there not be any regret?

Seeing this stability of the world that was almost identical to the one in the Art Center, Xiao He admitted his heart skipped a beat for a moment.

But soon, he realized that the work before him was just a copied fake, not the real stability of the world.

Because he now had a cheat called 【Treasure Hunting】.

As long as something passed through his hands, whether it was real or fake had nowhere to hide.

This was a major cheating tool when hunting for treasure, and it was even more invincible when used to appraise antiques and cultural relics—

Xiao He gave a somewhat ironic smile, but soon he couldn't smile anymore.

Why did Qian Wenhao have such a properly mounted copy?

Was it the one he had written?

Xiao He naturally remembered that Qian Wenhao had asked him for a similar piece of calligraphy back then, which Xiao He had personally written on-site at the Calligraphy Association.

At that time, Qian Wenhao had indeed said he would treat the work well and would mount it for his collection upon returning home...

Xiao He himself naturally didn't mind whether his works were well-collected or burned after being taken away, but he felt that the work before him was very strange.

Qian Wenhao's attitude was even stranger.

Xiao He stared at the work before him, studying it meticulously. Finally, his gaze landed on a corner beneath the "roof" radical of the character "An."

—There was a strange gap there that didn't quite fit the logic of writing.

Although it was a bit strange, that gap was very, very small—smaller than a grain of rice—and hardly affected the overall layout. Since Xiao He himself was like a soulless printer, he had completely replicated the work from the Art Center. Therefore, in all his subsequent copies, he had included the same gap.

Thanks to him, even though this work had been ignited and partially burned, it hadn't actually reached the central text itself; it had mostly just scorched the outer layers of the mounting. Thus, the handwriting Xiao He saw was very complete, without any missing parts.

But this work's "An" did not have that gap.

Xiao He felt that unless Qian Wenhao had obsessive-compulsive disorder and deliberately filled in that gap after he left, this work simply wasn't written by him!

In that instant, his thoughts suddenly became clear.

This was something the original work had, so Xiao He had mindlessly imitated it without looking deeper into its meaning. He hadn't expected it to become the only difference between the works!

Xiao He took a deep breath, turned around to search the surrounding bookshelves, and rummaged through Qian Wenhao's room.

Before long, another almost identical work was placed next to the one that had almost been burned.

Xiao He's finger lightly tapped the copy he had just found. His gaze moved back and forth between the two calligraphy pieces that were almost one-to-one replicas, and finally, he let out a long sigh.

He understood.

What else was there to not understand?

He hadn't written many copies himself; the Qian Family only had three. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

The first was written during the audition and taken by Old Mr. Qian, but because the paper quality was poor and the ink bleeding was bad, it couldn't be used as a reference and could be ignored. The second was also given to Old Mr. Qian as a formal collectible, but he later gave it to the Restoration Center as reference material and hadn't taken it back yet. The third, naturally, was in Qian Wenhao's hands.

But now Qian Wenhao had two almost identical works!

One was perfectly intact—that was his. The other had a bit of ash from being burned—that belonged to another mysterious person.

At this point, Xiao He completely understood.

The Qian Family—or rather, Qian Wenhao—had another replica from the original forger of that year.

One could even say that what Qian Wenhao had was the most perfect replica by that forger.

The gap in the Art Center's version was a clue left by the person back then.

It was also proof that the fake was imperfect.

Ridiculous, lamentable.

After who knows how many years.

Someone had finally understood this issue.