Unknown Intrusion

Chapter 65 Death
"Please come with me to visit my father." Song Qiongyao took small steps closer and gently took Su Yu's arm.

"Ah, huh?"

Meeting Su Yu's surprised gaze, the young lady smiled.

"Don't worry, Father is very open-minded."

“But…” Su Yu hesitated.

"What, are you worried about Qiaoqiao?" The young lady turned her head to the side, looking at him seriously, her beautiful eyes sparkling.

“…Yes.” Although she could lie, Su Yu still nodded slightly.

Miss Song gazed at her, a hint of bitterness in her expression, before her smile vanished. She said nothing more, simply releasing her grip on him.

"I'm sorry," Su Yu said softly.

Qiaoqiao was clearly unhappy about these few incidents; he was indeed somewhat bothered by them.

Even knowing that it was the young lady's affection, he couldn't accept it with a clear conscience.

The two were silent for a while. The young lady calmly smoothed her hair and asked.

"If I had met you first..."

"Will things be different?"

"..."

Having received no reply, the young lady had already resumed her smile, appearing as usual.

"Miss, I..."

"Don't worry, I'm not that fragile! The men who want to date me could line up all the way to the school gate."

"Su Yu, you're not good enough yet." She said in a gentle, pure voice, "Strive to become a professional!"

"Wait a moment, Qiaoqiao and I still have some things to talk about!"

Miss Song raised her head, a calm and peaceful smile on her face, said "Okay," and walked out.

Her slender figure blended into the warm sunlight outside.

However, her heart was not at peace.

She didn't quite understand Mr. Cheng's words, regarding that talent... but to become a quasi-professional so quickly, without even needing the 300 gold sea dragons for potions or rituals she had originally planned to invest in, must be extremely rare.

She had never heard of anyone advancing in rank without potions or rituals.

At least not in this generation.

Therefore, Su Yu's talent is truly exceptional.

A dull ache throbbed in her heart. She pressed it, took a deep breath, and a wave of bitterness washed over her again. Who could know the depth of her pain?
Bloodline, lifespan, profession...

I wish I had that kind of talent.

The Song family has already spent a lot of money on her.

However, her talent still held her back, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

There may be a way that doesn't require talent, but it's not for her, or even for the Song family—does the princess have one?
do not know.

I haven't heard of it.

If even a princess is like this, what about myself?

Song Qiongyao shook her head, dismissing the thought and returning to the original idea—that Su Yu also possessed such talent.

Having talent is not the same as having ability. Ability is actually a combination of a person's nature, experience, and knowledge. She had heard too many stories of talented people who were completely incompetent, acted recklessly, and relied on family advisors for everything—they were practically like overgrown babies.

"Therefore, Su Yu possesses both talent and ability, truly embodying the stories of sages and heroes in poetry. Will you become the new legend?"

"If it were you, perhaps... you could save me in the future..."

As she boarded the car, her smile faded slightly, and Song Qiongyao silently lowered her eyes, looking behind her.

The boy was saying goodbye to Qiaoqiao.

Song Qiongyao silently apologized.

"The road to happiness cannot be traveled by two people at the same time—I'm really sorry, Qiaoqiao, I'm afraid I have to stand in front of you."

I placed my hand on my chest; my heart was pounding, and there was a dull ache there.
The symptoms seem to have worsened.

"In my world, there is no hope, no future... I am a person without a future."

Unusually, a shadow fell over her pupils. "Even so, even so, I don't want to give up."

"Dawn, I can't miss it... This is the only thing I can't let go of."

"Qiaoqiao, please forgive me. I am so despicable that I will steal your happiness."

Her lips trembled slightly, but no sound came out.

"But I will help you until you find other happiness, hoping to make up for my debt... Alas... May God forgive my sins."

A barely audible sigh echoed in the carriage, unnoticed by anyone.

"Miss, where are we going later?"

The maid, Liu Lei, turned around and asked.

"To the city hall." The young lady had composed herself, her expression serene and beautiful. "I'm going to see my father."

"But we have to wait until he comes out before we leave!"

street
"Look! Isn't that him? Isn't that him!" The maid in the carriage exclaimed as she saw the figures of several young men and women in the distance.

She anxiously reached out and pounded on the wooden carriage, making a painful, muffled sound.

"Stop taking pictures. This is a rented carriage. You'll have to pay for any damage." A helpless male voice came from the driver's seat.

Carriages were used by families of noble birth or above. Each four-wheeled carriage cost 300 gold sea dragons, and even the coachman's salary (including food) was 50 gold sea dragons a year. Therefore, even a young master was not so extravagant as to casually send out a carriage.

But the maid paid no attention, only peeking out of the car window and gazing into the distance.

"I see him, standing at the door, that's him, right? Right?"

"...Yes." Holding a sketch in his hand, the driver carefully compared it several times before confirming this.

"Great! Great!" The maid eagerly reached under her skirt and pulled out the iron music box.

"Release [Death]!"

"No!" the driver's voice snapped.

Two horses pulled the carriage along the flat street.

"Why!" the maid exclaimed, displeased.

“That’s a nobleman’s carriage. Clearly, our little boy has hooked up with a noble lady.”

"Not to mention, it's daytime now, in broad daylight on the street."

"Is unleashing death magic a sign of preparing to challenge the kingdom's order?"

"Even the young master couldn't withstand the consequences!"

"Really not?" the maid asked unwillingly, her voice seemingly a little louder, drawing a gaze from afar.

"No, lower the curtain and sit down!" The man's voice was deep and powerful, his tone unusually serious. Sure enough, nothing is perfect. He was loyal, but his brain seemed to have gone mad.

This has attracted professionals.

The maid immediately lowered the curtain, patted her chest with lingering fear, and subconsciously lowered her voice.

"Who was that just now?" The carriage drove smoothly, and in the heavy atmosphere, the maid seemed to have regained some of her senses and couldn't help but ask.

"...Cheng Shenxing of the Green Vine Society, you'd better read the information carefully and then stay away from him," the coachman warned sternly.

"What do you mean?" the girl retorted, clearly displeased.

“It means exactly what it says. You need to work on your Mandarin.” The driver switched to another language and emphasized again, “He’s very powerful, don’t mess with him.”

"Hmph, what a useless man." The girl's dissatisfied reaction made the driver's face turn slightly stern.

He pulled down the brim of his hat and chuckled, "Say what you want. But if you're looking for death, I'm not going to play along."

"I'm the young master's personal maid!" the maid protested softly. "You can't treat me like this!"

"Yes, yes, yes..." After a meaningless perfunctory reply, the coachman's expression turned serious: "But let me remind you again, I am only half a knight. If something serious happens, I really can't protect you."

"If the mission fails, you won't last long as the train driver!"

You have to help me!

"I have helped you a lot along the way, you shameless and unscrupulous... personal maid."

(End of this chapter)