"Ah... alright."

"But His Majesty said, you can only walk around in the castle and courtyard at most."

"You promised me, don't suddenly fly away when the time comes, okay? Otherwise, when His Majesty returns, I will definitely be in deep trouble."

Yanling helped Turing up slowly from the bed.

She took Turing by the hand, walked towards the dressing table, gently sat Turing on the chair and started braiding her hair, washing her face, and lightly applying makeup on her.

Yanling was skilled, and in no time, she finished dressing up Turing.

Soon, a delicate young lady, almost a model of nobility, emerged.

"Miss, would you like to wear the pink dress?"

Yanling took out a few dresses from the wardrobe, a hint of excitement in her tone.

It had been a long time since she had gone out with Turing.

"Any dress will do."

"But not the pink one..."

Turing glanced at the dress in Yanling's hand, casually commenting.

She didn't seem interested in it.

Turing, cold on the outside but warm inside, naturally had an air of an aloof beauty.

"Oh, I see... pink is the color His Majesty likes to wear."

"But I think pink suits you well, Miss... somehow."

Yanling chuckled embarrassedly, then returned the pink dress to the massive wardrobe and selected some other types of clothing.

"Don't trouble yourself so much for me, we're just going out for a walk."

Turing didn't say much, she walked over, took a dress from Yanling's hand, put it on quickly, and gestured a farewell to Yanling before walking straight to the door of the room and stepping out.

Yanling was stunned, she hadn't even realized that Turing had already put one foot out of the door.

She hadn't expected that after being separated from Turing for many years, Turing no longer needed her service and could take care of herself so swiftly.

During Turing's return, Yanling could sense a hint of vitality in Turing that standard nobles didn't possess.

"Oh, Miss, wait for me!"

Yanling hurriedly caught up with Turing.

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In the past month, Turing and Oedipus had an argument in her office.

"Oedipus... are you thinking of erasing my memories again?"

"I've already said that I will compete for you, I promise anything you want, what more do you want?!"

A month ago, on the eve of the shooting competition, Turing and Oedipus confronted each other.

Turing's tone was fiery, which made the usually poker-faced Oedipus a bit uneasy.

The present Turing was like a little hedgehog - no matter if Oedipus wanted to communicate with her or command her to do something, she would get defensive and throw tantrums.

In contrast, the old Turing was like a kitten, not only obedient to Oedipus but also greatly reliant on her as a mother figure.

Perhaps this stark contrast made the motherly Oedipus a bit conflicted, so in her office, she drew a new array, attempting to erase all of Turing's memories related to Merka and other friends.

But this met with fierce resistance from Turing.

"What a joke...!"

"If even my memories are deleted, then I won't have any hope of turning the tables."

"What purpose would I have?"

"Yes, I don't trust you."

"After all, I know how exceptional my daughter is..."

"Just as exceptional as I was back when I was locked up in the lab."

Oedipus paused, took out her pipe from her waist, lit it with her fingers, and leisurely began to smoke.

"Wolves are different from dogs, you can't contain a wolf."

"Even if you feed it well, it will still want to run into the woods."

Sitting on her desk, Oedipus gazed out of the window at the setting sun, casually puffing on her pipe.

The smoke rings hummed, carrying a sense of tranquility, drifting from Oedipus's pale red lips, veiling the frightening sigils drawn on the ground around her.

"You think you can erase everything... how absurd!"

Turing stared harshly at Oedipus's back, as if her eyes could shoot daggers.

"I swear, every corner of my mind holds memories of Merka."

"I am confident that for the past six years, I have been thinking of him every single moment!"

"Unless you want my intelligence to regress back to an eight-year-old, you will never be able to erase my memories of Merka!"

"Then you'll have to let the me with the intelligence of an eight-year-old participate in the competition!"