Su Yuehe brought the black hardcover diary in front of her and ran her fingertips over its cover. “The diary says I’m a perfect creation built out of lies.”
Her voice was soft, carrying neither accusation nor anger.
When it came to her father, perhaps because she had so few memories of him, learning the truth did not make her sad about his coldness.
As for her feelings toward Lu Ming, gratitude still outweighed everything else. No matter what, it was Lu Ming who had given her the chance to step into the supernatural world.
Without Lu Ming, she would probably have been sent away by her mother and grown up as an orphan—or with an ordinary adoptive family—before taking an ordinary job and living an ordinary life.
The heater inside the tent hummed quietly. Su Jin’s expression remained unchanged.
“An imperfect metaphor.”
Su Jin spoke in her usual cool, detached voice. “I acknowledge only one word: perfect.”
She walked slowly toward the enormous holographic star map, turning her back on her daughter.
“Your father was a brilliant theoretician, but he lacked the necessary discipline.”
Points of light drifted across the star map before her, lending her voice a distant quality in the vast tent.
“He underestimated the risks of the fusion and overestimated his own control over the situation.”
“Unquestionably, the data shows that after the reconstruction, your mental power stabilized at an entirely new peak. You possess unprecedented potential.”
“Potential?”
Su Yuehe repeated the word softly.
“Potential for what?”
Mother, did you ever think about sending me away?
That was what she left unsaid.
For all these years, she had wondered whether Su Jin needed only a successor as powerful as herself, rather than an ordinary daughter.
“To become a guardian.”
Su Jin’s voice chilled her heart for a moment.
Just as she thought.
“To protect humanity, Yuehe. If I remember correctly, that was the role you chose for yourself.”
The words silenced every question.
Yes. It was her own choice.
Silence fell over the tent. Only the faint electrical hum of the holographic star map remained.
Su Yuehe did not continue that line of questioning. She knew that when it came to logic and the greater good, she would never win an argument against her mother.
“The diary also says that, to resolve the rejection reaction, he went looking for the devotees of Astaroth.”
Su Yuehe clearly saw the hand her mother had been about to raise toward the star map pause in midair.
“He said those people understood the mysteries of the soul.”
“After that, all the remaining pages of the diary had been torn out.”
She paused, then lifted her head. “Mother.”
This time, the form of address sounded especially unfamiliar and cold coming from her lips.
“Where did my father, Lu Ming, go?”
“And why did you declare him dead?”
Su Jin finally turned to face her completely.
Her face still wore that perfect mask of a Chairwoman—calm, imposing, and unfathomable.
“That is not something you need to concern yourself with.”
Su Jin’s voice was colder than the wind outside the tent.
Su Yuehe was not cowed. Meeting her mother’s gaze, she did not look away for the first time in her life.
“Is he still alive?”
She asked again, each word clear and forceful.
This time, she was not asking merely to obtain an answer she already knew. This was a confrontation between two wills.
Su Jin looked at her daughter, at the unprecedented clarity and determination in her eyes.
Those eyes no longer needed to be protected, shaped, or directed.
They belonged to her alone now.
“Lu Ming betrayed the Council.”
Su Jin’s voice held no inflection. “All of his research has been classified as the highest-level forbidden knowledge.”
With rule after rule and order after order, she built a wall between herself and that name.
“His whereabouts are top secret.”
Authority was the weapon she wielded best.
But this time, it failed.
Su Yuehe looked at the woman before her—the eternally infallible Chairwoman, the mother who always placed humanity’s survival above everything else.
Then she spoke, each word deliberate.
“Then find him and bring him back.”
Su Yuehe’s gaze did not waver.
“That will be my next mission.”
The air inside the tent grew heavy the instant she revealed her true intentions.
The holographic star map cast shifting light across Su Jin’s perfect mask, but none of it could illuminate the depths of her eyes.
“You do not get to choose your missions.”
“Your next assignment is to undergo a comprehensive evaluation by Doctor Zhou, then return to the Academy.”
Su Jin’s words charted a clear, safe course for her daughter—one that allowed no room for resistance.
Just as she had done for the past decade and more.
Su Yuehe said nothing. She simply looked at her, meeting her gaze head-on.
That quiet standoff gave Su Jin an unfamiliar sense of losing control.
She was accustomed to her daughter’s obedience. She had never imagined that one day those eyes, so much like her own, would be filled with such open defiance.
“I’ll undergo the evaluation,” Su Yuehe finally said. “But that doesn’t conflict with finding him.”
Su Jin’s brow twitched ever so slightly—the only sign that her emotions had shifted.
“No conflict?”
She repeated the words, her tone turning icy. “I’ve made myself perfectly clear.”
“You’ve seen my power, Mother.”
Su Yuehe stroked the cover of the diary, her voice cold and clear. “You should understand that this entire structure built on lies can no longer be maintained.”
“I will find him. And if there are truths you refuse to tell me, I’ll ask someone else who knows.”
What Su Yuehe cared about was not only the truth of her own existence, but also Lu Ming’s research.
From what she had observed, Chen Guan possessed more than one supernatural ability.
She could think of no one else capable of such technology besides Lu Ming.
Her own aftereffects had been alleviated. What about Chen Guan’s?
“Lu Ming betrayed the Council.”
There was not a trace of emotion in Su Jin’s voice. “His research and Lu Ming himself are both threats to the existing order.”
She took a step forward, and the oppressive force of the Chairwoman descended heavily, making the air itself seem to constrict.
“You intend to follow in the footsteps of a traitor?”
A traitor.
Su Yuehe looked at the woman before her—the eternally infallible Chairwoman, the mother who always placed humanity’s survival above everything else.
Then she smiled.
“If seeking the truth is betrayal…”
She put the diary away and turned around.
“Then I’m willing to become the second traitor after my father.”
Su Jin’s eyes turned cold and fierce in an instant.
She watched her daughter carry it all through. Watched her turn and walk toward the tent’s entrance.
“Stop.”
For the first time, Su Jin’s voice carried a chill she could no longer suppress.
“That is an order.”
Su Yuehe stopped, but she did not turn around.
“Your orders can’t protect me, and they can’t give me answers.”
“Mother, the walls you built can’t hold me anymore.”
With one hand, she lifted the tent flap. She never looked back.
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