The matriarch has returned; that spendthrift son is truly daring!

His father's words today are still fresh in my mind. He messed up so many collaborations, and even made mistakes on the most basic data. It seems he's really not suitable, but he has already tried his best.

He studied day and night, learning those tedious things that he wasn't interested in but had to learn.

He really didn't want to mess around or play around; he just wanted to share the burden with his father, and he also wanted to... be as capable as Song Yanzhou and the others.

But in the end, things still turned out to be a complete mess.

Song Yanzhou sensed his low spirits and shared his thoughts.

“Actually, I think you might not be suitable for this industry. Last time you repaired race cars quite well. Since you love racing so much, why don’t you try starting your own business and create your own club? You understand the structure of race cars so well, you can create your own brand of race cars.”

A single word from Song Yanzhou jolted Song Zixuan awake. His pupils dilated sharply, and his heart pounded faster.

Song Shuyue had made this friendly suggestion to him before, but he didn't take it to heart because he knew his father wouldn't allow her to get involved in racing.

Song Yanzhou said that trying to build his own race car has always been his dream, and he feels confident in building a club and a brand.

Song Shuyue slightly lifted her eyelids, her lips curved into a slight smile, and her eyes shone with joy.

"Stop the car, I want to get out." Once Song Zixuan had this thought in his mind, he couldn't wait to do it.

Song Yanzhou said speechlessly, "Can't you use your brain a little? It's the middle of the night, where are you going to do your business? And if you want to start a business, you need to attract investors. Have you thought about who to ask for investment? Who will invest in you? Without your father's status, you are nothing. These things require planning, not just your passion."

This was the first time Song Yanzhou had ever seen Song Zixuan act so impulsively, so unlike an adult, so reckless! Acting without thinking.

No wonder my cousin kept cursing and swearing whenever he mentioned it.

Just moments ago, Song Zixuan seemed like a rooster that had been injected with blood; now, he was a rooster that had been bled dry, lying on the ground, half-dead.

He doesn't understand anything.

Song Shuyue slowly said, "Song Zixuan, sometimes you can't rely on others. What you want to do, you can only rely on yourself."

Song Shuyue's words made Song Zixuan fall into deep thought. Was she suggesting that he break away from his family of origin?

But if he did that, he would have nothing left.

Without this glamorous identity.

No one will respect him, no one will give him face.

Song Shuyue and Song Yanzhou had arrived at their destination. Before getting out of the car, Song Shuyue paused, turned around, and patted his shoulder with a hint of expectation in her cool eyes. Her voice softened slightly.

“Song Zixuan, only when you truly confront what you fear in your heart will you have a chance to truly grow. You rely too much on the glory that the Song family brings you, and too much on the sense of superiority that the Song family brings you. The cradle is for children, and the storm is for adults. Go! Do what you truly want to do.”

Song Zixuan stared at her retreating figure, unable to come back to his senses for a long time. Song Shuyue's words seemed to have a magical power; her few words completely shook his heart and filled him with fighting spirit.

Looking at her graceful back, for some reason, he felt that she was so tall and imposing, giving him an endless sense of security and trust.

At this moment, Song Shuyue seemed like a respected elder, offering them thoughtful reminders and encouragement.

"here it is?"

Although it was Song Yanzhou's first time in this place, for some reason, he felt a chill run down his spine as soon as he entered.

What is this place?

Song Shuyue made a startling remark: "The Shen family's territory was once used to house dead people."

Song Yanzhou was shocked and quickly took a few steps back. "Yueyue, you're joking, right?"

Seeing his frightened look, Song Shuyue smiled faintly, "I was just kidding. It's just a small place in the Shen family's area. If you don't want to come in with me, you can go back first. I might be back a little late tonight because I need to take care of some things."

How could Song Yanzhou feel at ease letting his sister go alone?

Without hesitation, he strode forward and took the lead.

Shen Shiming and Song Qinghong had been waiting for a long time, and Shen Heming was in bed.

Song Yanzhou was surprised to find them there. After asking around, he learned that Song Shuyue was there to save Shen Heming.

Song Shuyue arrived at a peach tree. The peach blossoms were as vibrant as fire. Song Shuyue's eyes were rather cold, and her aura of aloofness also spread out.

"Shen Shiming! Get a few more people over here, cut this tree down, and then dig down."

Shen Shiming immediately gave the order, and fifteen minutes later, more than a dozen bodyguards cut down the peach tree and dug out its roots. Song Shuyue looked down and said, "Keep digging, there's a coffin down there."

Upon hearing this, everyone was horrified and stopped moving in fear.

Shen Shiming gritted his teeth and picked up the shovel, saying, "Dig with me."

He also felt that his older brother's sudden coma was very strange. His older brother was capable of driving, so how could he have driven the car into the water for no reason?

Without saying a word, he became a vegetable, and the pool wasn't deep at all; he had a chance to escape.

As they continued digging, gusts of cold wind swept in, almost blinding everyone. The doors inside the house swung open with the wind, and the bodyguards trembled with fear.

Song Shuyue watched calmly as the coffin was pulled up. It was an exquisitely crafted coffin, with lifelike patterns carved all over its surface, but upon closer inspection, the patterns appeared quite eerie.

Song Shuyue took out the jade pendant, placed it on the coffin, then bit her index finger and dripped her blood onto the pendant. The moment the red blood dripped onto the pendant, it emitted an unusual red light, which seemed to dye the sky red, truly inspiring immense fear.

The bodyguards all retreated and hid behind Shen Shiming.

This was the first time they had encountered something so bizarre, so naturally they were frightened.

Song Yanzhou wanted to step forward, but Song Shuyue stopped him, saying, "Keep your distance."

As the light faded, Song Shuyue kicked the coffin open. Song Qinghong closed her eyes tightly in fear, unable to look.

Song Shuyue calmly reached out and took a sword from the coffin. Almost the instant Song Shuyue touched it, the dust and patina on the sword vanished, revealing its original gleaming blade.

It was a sword of exquisite craftsmanship, perfectly formed by nature, clearly of superior quality.

Song Shuyue's eyes were gentle as she softly stroked the sword, murmuring, "It's been hundreds of years. I thought I would never see you again."

"You all get out."

Song Yanzhou was worried that something might happen to his sister, but if she stayed any longer, she would only make things worse.

After everyone had left.

Song Shuyue turned around abruptly and slashed her sword at Shen Heming. "Ah!" A blur fell.

"Qian Yao, hundreds of years have passed. Do you think that just because we were wrong back then, we can continue to wreak havoc for another hundred years?"

The peach blossom pattern on Shen Heming's chest instantly transformed into a graceful woman appearing before Song Shuyue.

“General Yue, the Thousand Demons are not cholera. This is the promise you made to me. It was Shen Heming who killed my husband. It is only right and proper for me to avenge him.”

Holding a sword, Song Shuyue's high ponytail was gently lifted by the breeze, and the girl's upright figure was so stunning.

“Qian Yao, your husband died a hundred years ago, and Shen Heming had already cleared his name in that lifetime. You caused him to never live past the age of 26 in any of his lifetimes. For the past few hundred years, it is not he who owes you, but you who owe him. What is your crime?”

Qian Yao was terrified. "No! General Yue, they still have the chance to be reincarnated, but my husband, my husband will never enter the cycle of reincarnation, and his soul will even be scattered. If it weren't for him... I could have been with my husband for a hundred years."

"Qian Yao! It seems Shen Heming still hasn't told you the truth about what happened back then."

Qian Yao's eyes widened. "What truth?"

She had a vague sense of unease.

Song Shuyue: "Back then, your husband went to Dali Temple and asked Shen Heming to kill you. But when your husband returned home and saw how well you treated his mother, he changed his mind and took the sword for you. He even righteously said that Shen Heming broke you up."

Qian Yao cried out in despair, "Impossible, absolutely impossible, you're lying to me. My husband loves me very much, he would never go to Shen Heming on his own initiative."

Song Shuyue: "This sword belongs to Shen Heming. Touch it and you will see the truth you want to see."

Qian Yao touched it in disbelief, and by the time she released the sword, she was already in tears, kneeling on the ground in anguish.

"Why? Why did he do this to me?"

Song Shuyue had never been in a relationship, whether in her past life or this one, so she didn't understand what the point was of dying for love.

But she understood one thing: humans and demons are different, and human nature is extremely complex and multifaceted. The human heart is unpredictable and cannot be fathomed by demons.