"Who is it?"
Turing asked directly.
"It's one of my students who is learning to play a musical instrument... Although she is the third princess of the Montecristo family, rest assured, she is a humble child."
The old lady replied.
Before long, Merka and Turing followed the old lady into a more secluded street, and the buildings on both sides of the road gradually became less luxurious.
As Turing walked deeper, the surrounding houses became disorderly, the road structure became undulating, and the route became complex.
A sense of chaos that belonged to the common people descended on the streets of the neighborhood.
"... You said the third princess."
"Is it the Montecristo from Yorkshire?"
"I didn't expect that timid guy to have such a hobby."
Turing had seen several Montecristos at noble banquets, but the one that left the deepest impression on Turing was the cowardly appearance of the girl blushing and repeatedly refusing to speak on stage.
Turing bluntly mentioned the title of the third princess, which made the old lady's heart skip a beat, and even her body, moving along with the pace, couldn't help but pause for a moment.
But she quickly calmed down, and without changing her expression, she continued to walk in front of Turing and Merka.
"I'm sorry, I don't think the old man introduced us when we were doing business."
"My name is Chen Ping Marian."
"If you don't mind, just call me Mrs. Marian."
"May I know who you two are..."
Seeing that they were about to arrive home, the old lady deliberately slowed down, and she seemed to have a premonition about the identities of Merka and Turing, and a sense of unease began to bubble up within her.
Merka raised an eyebrow and looked at Turing as if consulting.
Turing shrugged and pursed his lips.
"It doesn't matter."
"After all, there are nobles who visit her, right?"
"Then I shouldn't have any problem going, as long as they help me keep it a secret."
Turing released the backdrop, and the extremely light red and elegant splendid hair scattered in front of Mrs. Marian like untied straw, instantly dissipating.
"I am Turing, from the Altria family."
"He is Merka, my boyfriend... or you can even say my fiancé."
"Turing!"
Merka muttered Turing's name softly, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
Merka blushed a little. He really couldn't handle the fact that Turing always expressed his love in front of everyone, as if he didn't care at all.
However, Mrs. Marian, who had a surprised look on her face, didn't pay attention to the second half of Turing's sentence; she was still immersed in the shock of the first half, which was delivered by Turing as calmly as discussing what to eat today, and she couldn't regain her composure for a moment.
As if being enchanted by wild flowers, Mrs. Marian squinted her eyes slightly, tightly pursed her lips, and took another look at the adorable person in front of her, finally pausing her gaze heavily on the dark golden crown on Turing's arm.
In an instant, she seemed twenty years younger, stood up straight, crossed her chest, brought her ankles together, placed one hand on her waist, and finally bowed down with reverence.
The graceful protocol was completed in an instant, a courtesy that only subjects would show to their esteemed noble master, completely different from what she had just done to Merka.
"Humbled and fearful, your subjects are ecstatic to behold your presence."
"With utmost respect and love, my perfect cigar Majesty."
Turing nodded calmly, now convinced that this old woman had indeed been a noble's assistant before.
Her proficient etiquette was evidence enough that this woman had some connection to the nobility.
[Besides, she saw me and still managed to remain calm and composed.]
[So either she herself is of noble birth, or she is a noble's lackey.]
Casually returning the gesture with a humble etiquette, Turing's gestures, though not as refined as Lady Maria's, exuded an innate and easygoing elegance.
It was the fundamental cultivation of a naturally noble person.
"May I still be welcomed into the house?"
Turing asked in a slowed tone.
"Of course, I am honored beyond measure."
"Your arrival bestows radiance upon my humble abode."
The old woman nodded, taking two steps forward and leading the two to a dilapidated door at the end of the street.
"No need for unnecessary courtesies, I snuck out as well."
"Please do not mention it to anyone."
Turing crossed her arms and stood boredly by Merka's side, letting out a deep sigh.
Having tasted the sweet happiness of living with Merka, Turing had long since moved away from a life of nobility. Whenever she thought of the past, the social scenes filled with pretense and opportunism, she would feel bored to the point of drowsiness.
After witnessing the completion of their superficial formalities, Merka, anxiously, approached Lady Marian and whispered.
"But what about that noble girl that your family is hosting...?"
"Agio has publicly stated that Turing is still under confinement."
"If that girl sees Turing here and reveals it... it would be disgraceful for the nobility."
"If you speak about this matter, then yes. But have no worries."
Lady Marian arrived at the wooden door, placing a hand on the doorknob, then turned back to Merka and Turing.
"Miss Turing is an idol to all noble children."
"And that girl is one of the many who looks up to you."
"She would surely be delighted to see you and would keep your whereabouts a secret."
