The Marshal’s Wife is Wild
Chapter 142 - 141: Is She in a Hurry?

Chapter 142: Chapter 141: Is She in a Hurry?

The award ceremony came to an end, and everyone was given just two hours of rest before the schools had to return to their respective institutions overnight.

Qu Tong opened her photonic brain, which had been off for a week, to find only a few simple messages.

Xiang Bin had sent her timely updates on the fruit and vegetable planting; their potatoes on the farm were ripe now.

Ke Jun mentioned a collaboration he had looked into and thought was promising, seeking her approval.

The Empress Dowager had selected some evening gowns for her, inquiring which one she liked.

Additionally, Qu Tong noticed a transaction message from Si Yuting.

Upon opening it, the remark read: "Compensation for mental distress caused by Wen Qing."

Qu Tong was somewhat curious about Wen Qing’s punishment outcome.

After some thought, she decided to go see Yuting right away since she had some matters to discuss with him anyway.

Qu Tong sent a message to Yuting asking if he was free.

Having received an affirmative reply, she told Song Ke and the others to go ahead without her while she made her way to the teachers’ dormitory building.

Qu Tong knocked on the door of the room she had woken up in that day.

The smart lock on the door changed its indicator light from red to green, and a succinct and efficient voice from inside said, "Come in."

Qu Tong pushed the door and entered.

Yuting was working and didn’t look up, merely saying to Qu Tong, "Take a seat, I’ll be finished very soon."

Qu Tong observed Yuting’s fingers move across the keyboard and the data stream projected in the air change and adjust accordingly.

She didn’t understand it, but she could roughly tell that the projected model was of this makeshift educational base.

Qu Tong took a mint candy from the coffee table and started to eat it, resting on the sofa while watching Yuting work.

Her gaze was calm, devoid of any stray thoughts.

In fact, she was daydreaming.

Becauese Yuting had already turned off the photonic brain, Qu Tong’s gaze was still fixed on the spot where the model had been projected just now.

Yuting tapped lightly on the table and asked, "What do you need from me?"

Qu Tong came back to her senses, turned her gaze to Yuting, and smiled faintly, "Your Highness transferred three million to me yesterday."

"Mhm," Yuting hummed lightly.

In that moment, he deviated from his usual brevity, explaining the situation to Qu Tong in a straightforward manner.

Because Wen Qing openly violated the competition rules by attacking the Princess Consort, Wen’s father was successively called in for a talk by the Emperor and the Palace Commander.

The day after Wen Qing was brought back by Wen You, he was summoned back to Capital Star by his father.

Since Qu Tong was in the competition, she had Yuting make the decision on her behalf, which resulted in accepting three million Star Coins from Wen’s father as compensation for mental distress, and Wen Qing was also thrown into the Empire’s military detention for a month.

The military detention of the Empire specialized in training soldiers who erred or offenders against the Royal Family, so one could imagine that life inside was certainly not easy.

"Thank you, Your Highness," Qu Tong said, expressing her gratitude to Yuting after receiving the briefing.

As for expressing her thanks to the Empress and the Palace Commander, she would do so upon her return.

Yuting frowned; the word he heard most often from Qu Tong was "thank you."

Qu Tong, unaware of the change in Yuting’s expression, hesitated in her wording before asking, "Your Highness, how are the Star Beasts we hunted in the contest handled?"

"Someone will purchase them. The converted Star Coins belong to the school," Yuting replied in an indifferent voice.

"Could I ask you for a favor, Your Highness?" Qu Tong looked at Yuting, her eyes especially sparkling.

Getting up to fetch water, Yuting left his seat while Qu Tong stood up from the sofa to follow him.

"About the Snow Lion our team hunted last time, I would like its fur. Could you please speak to the person in charge so I can buy it with Star Coins?"

Yuting tilted his head back and drank a glass of water, his Adam’s apple moving, and his sharp jawline perfect, his muscular neck extending into his shirt.

Qu Tong’s gaze, too, rested on him, but as he moved, her eyes drifted slightly downward, lingering on his Adam’s apple for a moment longer.

She sighed internally, "This man is truly good-looking, a pleasure to the eye from every angle."

Seemingly aware of Qu Tong’s gaze, Yuting paused his drinking to turn to the side, leaving Qu Tong with a view of only the interplay of light and shadow on his fine hair and the contours of his ear.

After finishing his drink and tossing the disposable cup into the trash can, Yuting turned back and said:

"The first batch of Star Beasts has already been sent back to Capital Star."

"Ah? Oh, okay," Qu Tong’s voice carried a clear note of disappointment.

Yuting looked at her, the corners of his eyes crinkling with a barely perceptible smile, and asked faintly, "Do you really like it that much?"

"Mm."

As soon as Qu Tong nodded, her arms were filled with a large, fluffy mass.

The man’s cool, undisturbed voice rang out.

"The Snow Lion’s fur is too long and tends to shed. This is the pelt of a high-ranking Mutated Snow Fox, which will be better."

Qu Tong stuck her head out from the white fur and shook the pelt in her hand.

The white fox pelt was smaller than the Snow Lion’s, but since Star Beasts were naturally larger than ordinary wild beasts, this piece was already big enough for Qu Tong.

Upon touching it, it was slick and glossy, making one unable to resist the urge to rub it against their face.

"Such a fine thing, wouldn’t it be too wasteful to use as a mat on the floor?" Qu Tong wondered.

The Snow Lion’s pelt was not entirely intact, and she mainly intended to use it as a bedside rug.

"Not at all, and when the time comes, I will have someone properly tan it and send it to you," Si Yuting’s voice was always cold, but the words he spoke were not cold at all.

A light shone in Qu Tong’s eyes, "Ah! Your Highness, you are really too kind!"

She put down the fox fur in her hands and pounced towards Si Yuting.

She was just too fond of Si Yuting’s magnanimous generosity!

Unexpectedly, she was pushed away by Si Yuting’s large hand pressing on her head.

Qu Tong: "..."

This damn height suppression! And body size too!

A somewhat helpless voice came from above her head, "Madam, don’t be so impulsive next time. Take it slow, okay?"

Huh?

Qu Tong lifted her head to look at Si Yuting, her mouth slightly agape.

Dazzled by Qu Tong’s bewildered and sparkling eyes, Si Yuting averted his glance, his face as calm as if the one who had just spoken wasn’t him.

"Get ready, we’re going back."

"Oh." Qu Tong responded subconsciously.

As Si Yuting turned and walked towards the door, Qu Tong picked up the white fox fur from the ground, still pondering Si Yuting’s words.

Madam?

Had there been a change in how he called her?

Did it mean that Si Yuting acknowledged her status in his heart?

Did that mean he hadn’t really seen her as a person before?

Take it slow?

Was she being too hasty?

Could he have misunderstood something?

She just wanted to hug her generous patron. That’s all.

A possibility crossed her mind, and Qu Tong raised an eyebrow.

Quickly stashing the pelt away into the Space Button, she called out to Si Yuting’s retreating figure, "Your Highness, wait for me."

Si Yuting stopped in his tracks, waiting for her in the corridor.

Qu Tong smiled, jogging over to him, and naturally took hold of Si Yuting’s large hand.

Indeed, this time Si Yuting did not refuse. He just glanced down at their clasped hands and adjusted their position, enfolding Qu Tong’s hand in his.

Qu Tong turned her head to look, but Si Yuting wasn’t looking at her.

Qu Tong smiled, her eyes slightly curved, with a rare trace of interest in her gaze.

Si Yuting, walking her through the long corridor down to the first floor, deliberately slowed his steps to accommodate Qu Tong.

Others, seeing Si Yuting holding Qu Tong’s hand, and given the incident at the sports field that day, had no cause for surprise anymore, and they greeted them with knowing looks.

Si Yuting, as ever, responded with a nod, his expression cool and detached.

It was only when Si Yuting led her to the airfield that Qu Tong remembered what the Empress had said, "Empress asked you to accompany me to Niannian’s banquet."

"Mm, I know," he replied.