The Marshal’s Wife is Wild
Chapter 109 - 108 Have we met before?

Chapter 109: Chapter 108 Have we met before?

One day, the Pharmaceutical Department’s Class C welcomed a new student.

Just as Qu Tong was wondering whose connections were strong enough to get a student into the First Military Academy,

she looked up and met a pair of peach blossom eyes brimming with sly charm.

Fu Xiangyu introduced from the podium, "This is Princess Rong Yueqing of the Kasa Empire. As an exchange student, she will be studying with us for a while."

Envious voices immediately erupted from below:

"Wow! It’s a princess from the neighboring empire!"

"She’s so pretty. If only she could be my deskmate."

There were also those who voiced their confusion.

"Since she’s a princess, why is she in our class? Why not Class A?"

An adjacent student offered an explanation for the puzzled peer: "The neighboring empire isn’t like our Empress and Emperor, who are deeply in love. Their Emperor has a fertility rating of 65. There are so many princes and princesses, up to fifteen already, with the youngest just having turned one year old."

"That high!" His deskmate exclaimed in surprise.

The person continued, whispering into his deskmate’s ear: "The Ninth Princess’s mother was a beautiful commoner. Although their Emperor’s physique rating is high, the princess only has a C rating."

"What a pity, nice to look at but not practical. No wonder then," his deskmate murmured in a low sigh.

With her high spiritual power, Qu Tong’s perception was naturally strong. Since the two were just in front and behind her seat, she heard every word clearly.

Amidst the hushed whispers, Rong Yueqing passed the crowd, stopped in front of Qu Tong, and said gently, "Hello, may I sit next to you?"

Rong Yueqing’s voice was soft, and together with those tender, affectionate eyes, she gave off the sense of a gentle breeze over a calm lake.

Both exuding a gentle demeanor, Rong Yueqing and Qu Wanwan nonetheless gave off completely different vibes. Rong Yueqing’s presence was simply impossible to dislike.

Qu Tong nodded kindly and scooted over to make room.

"Thank you," Rong Yueqing sat down.

The teacher began the lesson, and both Qu Tong and Rong Yueqing remained quiet without exchanging a single word throughout.

Only when the class was dismissed did Rong Yueqing strike up a conversation with Qu Tong: "Miss Qu Tong, the Empress Dowager has mentioned you to me. Please take good care of me in the future."

Qu Tong had a favorable impression of Rong Yueqing and didn’t intentionally ignore her: "What did the Empress Dowager mention about me?"

"The Empress Dowager praised you a lot, but what she mentioned most was your close relationship with War God Your Highness," Rong Yueqing answered truthfully, curiosity shining in her eyes as she looked at Qu Tong.

Qu Tong: "..."

Indeed, it sounded like something the Empress Dowager would say.

The two chatted casually as they walked and soon arrived at the dormitory building.

Rong Yueqing’s dormitory was in the same building as Qu Tong’s, except Qu Tong was on the first floor, and Rong Yueqing was on the third floor.

As they approached the building, Qu Tong’s gaze fixed on a man’s cascading waterfall of golden hair, somewhat taken aback.

The man simply stood there, drawing the frequent glances of the surrounding girls.

He was blessed with good looks, broad-shouldered, long-legged, tall and lean, like a sculpture chiseled by the cutting cold wind, his pale complexion giving off an enduring sense of frailness, just like Qu Tong’s initial assessment—delicate and sickly handsome.

However, Qu Tong wouldn’t underestimate him. How could someone who could escape from the black market, fight in the high-grade rings of the Underground Fighting Arena, be as frail as he appeared?

By Qu Tong’s side, Rong Yueqing had already stepped forward and cheerfully called out to Rong Chengjue the moment she saw him: "Brother, you’ve come."

"Hmm."

Rong Chengjue’s gaze didn’t even fall on Rong Yueqing, but instead, it passed over her and landed on Qu Tong, his voice low and steady:

"Miss, you’ve been staring at me. Have we met before?"

Qu Tong snapped back to reality, realizing her rudeness, and replied with a slight smile: "No, it’s just that your hair is very beautiful."

Rong Chengjue’s expression remained inscrutable, a mysterious smile forming:

"Thank you, yours is beautiful too."

Qu Tong was taken aback. Her hair was the most common shade of black.

Qu Tong brushed off his comment as simply polite flattery.

It was like how, during New Year’s, older relatives compliment you on being smart, not because you truly are, but because they can’t find anything particularly remarkable to praise. They end up making vague compliments, after all, as long as you’re not foolish, who knows if you’re actually clever.

"Brother, this is my deskmate, Qu Tong," Rong Yueqing hurriedly introduced.

Then, turning to Qu Tong, she said, "This is my brother, Rong Chengjue."

After nodding to both of them, Qu Tong headed back to the dormitory first.

Once Qu Tong had left, Rong Yueqing asked Rong Chengjue with a puzzled look, "Brother, have you met the Princess Consort?"

Rong Chengjue looked startled, "Princess Consort?"

"Yeah, Qu Tong is the wife of Si Yuting, the Empire War God of the Canaan Empire, and also the Second Prince’s consort. I thought you knew her."

Rong Chengjue slowly parted his lips, "I don’t know her."

Rong Yueqing didn’t press further. She didn’t understand many of her brother’s actions but knew they had their purposes.

She also didn’t quite understand why her brother, with such a high spiritual power level, still needed to attend a military academy, and specifically chose to come to the Canaan Empire.

Rong Yueqing asked Rong Chengjue to wait while she got ready.

They had agreed earlier to go and try the Purified Meat of the Canaan Empire.

Their country also had Purified Meat, but it wasn’t processed as thoroughly as in the Canaan Empire.

They had been in the Canaan Empire for quite some time now, and that restaurant famous for its Purified Meat dishes actually required reservations. They had booked a table two weeks in advance and only today could they finally go eat there.

There were other restaurants that didn’t require reservations, but the taste was just average.

Rong Yueqing had just finished getting ready and was coming down from upstairs when she caught the scent of something delicious on the first floor, which immediately made her stop in her tracks.

It was at that moment that Qu Tong opened her room door.

The two of them locked eyes.

Rong Yueqing blinked her lovely peach-blossom eyes, staring at the strawberries in Qu Tong’s hand:

"Is this strawberry the source of that fragrance?"

Qu Tong was amused by Rong Yueqing’s question and offered her a strawberry with a raised eyebrow, "Want to try one?"

Rong Yueqing looked at the fresh, large strawberries that seemed very tasty and cautiously tasted one.

"Does it taste like meat?" Qu Tong asked teasingly.

Rong Yueqing realized what he meant and her face turned red in an instant, as if she had applied rouge, and it was quite becoming.

Indeed, a beauty remained pleasing to the eyes no matter the expression.

"No, it doesn’t," Rong Yueqing said with embarrassment, her face still blushing.

Leaning on the doorframe, Qu Tong handed her the remaining box of strawberries with an undiminished smile, "If you like them, they’re yours."

She could consider it compensation for the money spent on the Energy Liquid earlier.

By the time Rong Yueqing came to her senses, Qu Tong had already closed her room door, leaving her feeling slightly annoyed.

How could she accept something from someone else without any reason, and such a precious Energy Fruit at that?

But thinking of the scent from earlier, she figured Qu Tong must be eating, and she didn’t want to disturb her, planning to invite her with different Energy Fruits next time.

Rong Yueqing took the strawberries outside to share with Rong Chengjue.

After eating one, Rong Chengjue tilted his head slightly and asked, "Where did these come from?"

"The Prince Consort Sister shared them," she replied.

"Prince Consort Sister?" Rong Chengjue repeated.

"Calling her ’Prince Consort Sister’ feels weird, so I just call her ’Sister.’ I don’t mind taking a little loss," she explained.

"You could just call her by name," he suggested.