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The group immediately gathered around the table, their eyes focused on the vermilion seal.

Under the bright lights of the private room, the "Gu Family" seal in the corner of the painting was clearly visible.

Although the ink paste has a simple and antique color, upon closer inspection by experts, it does indeed appear slightly gaudy, as Ye Heng pointed out, lacking the mellow and restrained quality that truly aged ink paste possesses after years of aging and seeping into the texture of paper and silk.

Gong Jin held his breath, took out a magnifying glass from his pocket, and brought it close to the edge of the seal.

Gong Yichu also stared intently at the screen.

"Found it." Gong Jin's voice was a little hoarse. He moved the magnifying glass and pointed to the lower right corner of the seal.

Under a magnifying glass, it can be clearly seen that the lines are smooth and continuous, without any natural, subtle bumps or chips in the stone.

Ji Yun Shen's arrogant demeanor instantly froze. He snatched the magnifying glass from Gong Jin's hand and peered at it himself. When the overly neat and flawless edges of the seal came into view...

His face turned from pale to white, and his knuckles, gripping the handle, turned white from the force.

"This...this is impossible!" Ji Yun Shen exclaimed, but the bluster in his tone had largely faded.

His mind raced back to the vague words of the middleman when he asked for the painting, and the overly smooth process. A chill ran down his spine.

Gong Yichu let out a soft breath, her gaze towards Ye Heng filled with shock.

She had only recalled the details the teacher mentioned, but seeing Ye Heng's judgment under the magnifying glass confirmed it to her own eyes—he not only knew this obscure feature that even professional courses might not teach, but he could also accurately point out the problem in the actual object at a glance.

His insight and knowledge far exceed his age.

"It seems... what young friend Ye said was true."

Gong Jin slowly straightened up, the admiring and appreciative expression on her face long gone, replaced by a complex embarrassment and a hint of being misled.

He gently rolled up the scroll, his expression clearly showing disappointment.

His previous fondness for the painting has now turned into doubt about his own judgment and dissatisfaction with Ji Yunshen's gullibility.

Ye Heng met Ji Yun Shen's gaze, which was a mixture of shame and resentment, and said calmly, "In appraising antiques, the distinction between genuine and fake lies in the details. Young Master Ji, you need to be more careful next time you make a purchase."

These words, though seemingly ordinary, were like a sharp knife, piercing Ji Yun Shen's heart.

Gong Jin could only shake his head and say, "Please put the painting away, Major General Ji. I appreciate your kindness."

The skateboarder spoke politely, but anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he was already harboring some anger.

This reminded him of his past experiences of being repeatedly deceived, which caused his goodwill towards Ji Yun Shen to decline considerably.

At the same time, he also developed a deep respect for Ye Heng.

Ye Heng's trip not only cured his hidden ailment, but also prevented him from mistaking a fake for a treasure.

Ji Yun Shen glanced at Gong Yi Chu, wondering if she would speak up for him.

But obviously not.

Gong Yichu didn't have a good impression of Ji Yunshen to begin with.

Having just witnessed his loss of composure and breakdown, I feel even more disgusted.

He could only pack up the fake and put it away.

He harbored even more resentment towards that middleman.

Of course, he resented Ye Heng the most. If it weren't for Ye Heng, how could he have been exposed and how could he have lost face in front of Gong Yichu!

"Well then, Elder Gong, I'll head back now."

"Young Master Ji, please take care."

He also lost interest in appreciating the jade pendant he brought.

But in fact, that jade pendant was genuine.

Ye Heng just didn't say it.

After Ji Yun Shen left, Gong Jin laughed and said, "With young friend Ye's abilities, there's no need for me to take him to appraise treasures. Old man Su really knows how to joke with me!"

"I was just lucky to have read that Mr. Gu's books."

Gong Jin naturally knew that Ye Heng was just being modest and wouldn't take it seriously.

He said to his granddaughter, "I'm still looking after the teahouse. Why don't you take Young Friend Ye for a stroll around the area? Young Friend Ye helped me cure my hidden ailment. If there's anything you like, Yi Chu can pay for it."

"It's alright, didn't I already say that I won't charge a penny for treatment?"

That's the truth, and Ye Heng isn't exactly short of money.

When Liu Zhixian left Fengwanlou last time, he gave me a bank card with a lot of money in it.

"Hey! Young friend Ye, you absolutely must agree, otherwise you'll be disrespecting Old Master Gong!"

Gong Jin took a hard line.

In the end, Ye Heng had no choice but to agree.

After Gong Jin watched the two leave the teahouse, the afternoon sun shone brightly at the alley entrance.

Ye Heng and Gong Yichu walked side by side on the bluestone road, with old buildings with white walls and gray tiles on both sides, and a few small shops selling antiques with their doors half open.

The two walked together, their temperament complementing each other, attracting the attention of passersby.

Many shop owners and passersby on this street recognize Gong Yichu—she is the granddaughter of Gong Jin, a famous local antique dealer, and a well-known talented and beautiful woman in the area.

Seeing her walking side by side with a strange young man, many curious eyes quietly followed her.

"Is that Teacher Gong's granddaughter? And who's that young man next to her?"

"Never seen them before, but their aura is quite extraordinary..."

As they passed an old shop with a sign that read "Lingyu Pavilion," Gong Yichu slowed her pace and finally couldn't help but ask the question that had been lingering in her mind all along:

"Mr. Ye, your skill in pointing out the flaws in the Gu family seal at Grandpa's place just now... is truly admirable. Although I have studied epigraphy and seal identification in school, even our professors might not be able to identify such subtle features at a glance on a real object."

Her tone revealed genuine curiosity, "How did you develop such keen eyesight and knowledge? Is someone in your family involved in this field, or... did you apprentice under a master?"

Ye Heng's gaze swept over a lush green bonsai tree by the roadside, his tone calm:

"It was taught by my master."

"Master?" Gong Yichu keenly noticed the ambiguity in his words. "Then he must be a reclusive master, right? How should I address him?"

Ye Heng simply shook his head slightly without replying.

Gong Yichu immediately understood that this might involve other people's privacy or the rules of their sect, so he stopped asking and instead smiled:

"I apologize for being so abrupt. But to be honest, watching you appraise the painting just now, I even doubted for a moment whether you were a young expert from some research institute—yet you look younger than me."

"I'm a junior majoring in Cultural Relics and Museology at Jinling University, specializing in the authentication of calligraphy and paintings and the preservation of cultural relics. I'd say I have a formal education in this field, but after seeing your assessment today, I realize that what I've learned from books is ultimately superficial."

Ye Heng listened quietly, and only spoke after she finished speaking: "I just have a better eye. If you study hard, you can definitely do it too."

He pointed to the Lingyu Pavilion sign and said, "I want to pick out a gift for my friend. Let's go in and take a look."