The Marshal’s Wife is Wild
Chapter 151 - 150: The Hometown We Can’t Return To

Chapter 151: Chapter 150: The Hometown We Can’t Return To

"Haha!" Qu Tong was amused to laughter.

Niannian also laughed along, creating a warm scene for a moment.

The girls who had followed Ouyang Linna, seeing the delicately packaged bowl lotus in Niannian’s hands and the fish in the water being the five Qu Tong was holding, felt quite bitter inside.

If they had known the Little Princess liked little fish and shrimp, they would have gifted them as well.

Just before leaving, the Empress gave Qu Tong a look, knowing that Ouyang Linna wouldn’t have a chance to return until the banquet was over.

It was just seeing her upset, without Qu Wanwan around and now with Ouyang Linna in the picture, spending a little money for some peace, it was a bargain.

As everyone dispersed, only Lan Weiying still looked at her coldly.

Qu Tong approached with a radiant smile, "Miss Lan seems to enjoy using people as her pawns."

"The Princess Consort is unmatched in her marksmanship, you are too modest," Lan Weiying let out a cold smile from the corner of her lips.

Watching the light purple figure turn around with ease, Lan Weiying’s long-suppressed emotions began to spill out slowly, dampening her eyes, and making the cold nobleness linger only on the surface.

Qu Tong, the Second Prince’s Consort, how much longer can you be pleased with yourself?

Qu Tong found a corner to sit down, the hall bustling with clinking glasses and floating figures, yet none could spark an ounce of interest in her.

Both the Empress and the Crown Princess Consort were busy, and of course, Niannian was the center of attention.

Song Ke also had her own social circle.

In fact, she had wanted to leave early, but the Empress asked her to stay a while longer because there was a gift she wanted to give her later.

Having had enough of the noisy banquet that was giving her a headache, Qu Tong asked Gu Qiao, arranged by the Empress to be at her side, to accompany her to the main hall behind the scenes.

Hearing that the Imperial Palace had a library, Qu Tong asked Gu Qiao to take her there.

Qu Tong didn’t like the sound of footsteps behind her when looking for books, so after checking that there were no taboos in the library, she asked Gu Qiao to wait outside for her.

Most of the books on the first floor were about technology, which Qu Tong couldn’t understand. She flipped through them briefly before heading to the second floor.

Just as she reached the second floor, she saw a satellite map of the Blue Planet hanging on the wall right across from the stairs.

Suddenly, she felt a surreal sense of temporal displacement, as if a traveler had come across a map of their homeland.

Travelers may return home, but she probably could never go back.

What separated them was not just distance but also 8000 years of history.

Searching the bookshelves on either side of the map, Qu Tong found many books on the Blue Planet’s unique features, planting techniques, Hanfu culture, cooking compendiums...

Qu Tong picked up a book on Hanfu culture to browse through.

It wasn’t so much a cultural book but more like a catalog from a Hanfu store, and the dresses inside were quite attractive.

Qu Tong enjoyed admiring them, but she never really delved deeply into these circles, so she just looked at the styles.

After finishing one book, Qu Tong flipped through another.

However, the subsequent books were not as appealing as the first, and there were very few books on the subject.

Zhu Jidan had mentioned that when humanity migrated to the interstellar, there was a cultural break, resulting in the loss of much civilization.

Then, a calm voice from behind her asked, "You’re also interested in Blue Planet culture?"

Qu Tong turned around and realized that at some point, the Emperor had already been standing behind her, holding a few books about plant cultivation.

She had been too engrossed in finding books and hadn’t noticed his approach.

"Yes, I particularly enjoy the delicacies from the Blue Planet," Qu Tong didn’t deny it, finding a plausible excuse.

"Indeed, the cuisine from the Blue Star Era is irreplaceable no matter how many times nutrient solutions progress," His Majesty the Emperor nodded.

Although Emperor Si Chen was nearing 70 years of age, he still had a youthful appearance. If it weren’t for his composed and majestic demeanor, standing beside Si Yuting, he would seem more like a brother.

Among the Crown Prince and Si Yuting, the Crown Prince resembled Gong Lingyu more, while Si Yuting seemed to possess the best qualities of both, surpassing them in a way. It is hard to say whom he resembles more, but his temperament is certainly more akin to the Emperor’s.

Si Chen glanced at the books in Qu Tong’s hands and said, "In terms of fashion, the Cangling Empire’s attire is more similar to that of Blue Planet."

The Canaan Empire was already vast enough that Qu Tong didn’t understand it well, let alone the other two great empires.

Watching His Majesty the Emperor’s every move, it seemed he also had a profound study of Blue Planet. Qu Tong couldn’t help but be curious, "What does Father think of Blue Planet?"

Si Chen placed the book back on the third shelf and gazed at the satellite map on the wall, sighing deeply, "Blue Planet is the origin of human history. Although its technology was not as advanced as today’s, the farming techniques of that era were the best. It’s a pity that it has now become a wasted planet."

Qu Tong thought to herself that it wasn’t the farming techniques that were impressive, but rather the soil of Blue Planet was good, the air was good, sheltered by the ozone layer, less polluted and with less radiation.

However, Qu Tong extracted a key point from the last sentence by Si Chen, "Does Blue Planet still exist in the interstellar space?"

A smile spread across Si Chen’s lips, "You clearly did not pay attention during your first History and Culture class. Of course, Blue Planet still exists, but it’s not in the Canaan Empire."

Qu Tong’s face reddened. Who could blame her when Zhu Jidan’s hypnotic techniques were so proficient that they reached the pinnacle of perfection?

"Where is it, then?"

"In the Cangling Empire, within the Dawn Galaxy."

"Cangling, Dawn." Qu Tong murmured repeatedly, familiarizing herself with these two unfamiliar terms.

The "dingling" of an alarm sounded, coming from His Majesty the Emperor’s computer.

Si Chen opened it and said to Qu Tong, "The banquet has ended, the Empress and the Crown Princess Consort are looking for you. They’re in the West Flower Hall, you should go there with Gu Qiao."

"Okay," Qu Tong obediently replied, tiptoeing to place the book back in its spot.

"If you like reading it, take it with you. Just have it sent back after you’re done," he said.

"Thank you, Father Emperor," Qu Tong withdrew her hand.

"No need to thank me~"

Qu Tong turned around only to see that Si Chen had already resumed his usual stern and commanding presence, the trace of a smile gone.

Qu Tong was perplexed.

When she saw what the Empress gifted her for winning first place in the competition, she finally understood why her sixth sense had suddenly flickered.

Looking at the 60-inch, high-definition painting by a master artist in front of her, Qu Tong’s toes almost curled enough to excavate an Imperial Palace.

The Empress was still enthusiastic, "Hang it above your bed when you get back. How cozy that would be."

Qu Tong forced a smile, "Um... ah... oh."

The Crown Princess Consort snickered ambiguously, adding, "Tongtong and the War God, such a delightful sight."

The painting depicted Qu Tong sitting in Si Yuting’s lap during the competition day. The master artist’s skill was exceptional; every detail was meticulously captured, even the facial expressions and gaze were so lifelike. Si Yuting looked handsome, and she looked beautiful, emanating a subtle damsel-in-distress aura.

If she hadn’t been one of the people in the painting, it indeed would have been quite pleasant to the eye.

Qu Tong packed the painting away. Hanging it was out of the question; her temples throbbed at the thought of it.

But disposing of it was also not an option – after all, it was a gesture of goodwill from the Empress Dowager. If one day she fell into hard times, she could perhaps pry off some diamonds from the frame to sell.

The Crown Princess Consort also gifted her a Space Button, the Mecha that Si Yuting had mentioned before, which did not require spiritual power to control.

Qu Tong was surprised.

Wasn’t it still in the testing phase?