The Marshal’s Wife is Wild
Chapter 174 - 173 This Damned Indulgence

Chapter 174: Chapter 173 This Damned Indulgence

Qu Tong’s eyes curved as if they could speak, their deliberately elongated end tones laden with the ultimate ambiguity, pure yet desirous.

Si Yuting knew that Qu Tong was doing it on purpose and gave her a complex look without explaining the recent accident, and said seriously, "Alright."

Huh?

Qu Tong’s smile faltered slightly.

Si Yuting’s eyebrows lifted slightly, seeming in a good mood.

Walking to the end of the bed, he opened a slit in the curtain and said with a faint smile, "The thunder has stopped, rest well, I should go back now."

Only then did Qu Tong realize that, at some point, both the thunder and rain had disappeared, and the night was silent.

Qu Tong nodded subconsciously, "Alright."

Anyway, with Si Yuting here, she couldn’t sleep well.

When the sound of the door lock echoed, Qu Tong retracted her thoughts and recalled the recent scene, feeling somewhat unreal.

Si Yuting actually said "alright"!

Shocking!

The high and cold flower of her home had learned to stray!

*

Qu Tong was dug out of her blankets by Wen You the next day.

Qu Tong rubbed her sleepy eyes and saw the grey skies outside through the crack of the curtains, somewhat regretting giving Wen You the door lock permissions.

"Aren’t you not training today? Why get up so early?" Qu Tong complained.

Wen You didn’t care at all, looking at Qu Tong with an exasperated expression:

"Tong Tong, you were given the chance and yet you let the boss go back like that. You should have made him skip morning training today."

Qu Tong looked at Wen You with even more disdain: "Can you not have your mind full of rapeseed flowers?"

"I don’t smoke or drink, what’s wrong with being a bit lecherous?"

"There’s nothing wrong with you being lecherous, find someone for yourself, why focus on me?"

"Aren’t I just concerned about the happiness of a good sister?"

"Thanks a lot."

"Why be so formal, with the deep affection between the two of us..."

"Get out, I’m changing clothes, why did you come in!"

"Stingy, go drink some cold water!"

After changing clothes, Qu Tong followed Wen You out.

From a distance, they saw Si Yuting standing with his hands behind his back, supervising two teams of soldiers doing physical training.

Si Yuting sensed her and looked over at Qu Tong, their gazes meeting from afar, as if layered with an indescribable meaning.

"Good morning, Your Highness," Qu Tong greeted casually when she approached Si Yuting.

Si Yuting glanced at her indifferently, "If you’re not used to getting up early, you can sleep more."

Qu Tong’s expression became slightly strained, shaking her head, "I’m not unused to it."

She liked to sleep in because her schedule was irregular and she had no real reason to get up early.

But she wasn’t one to have trouble getting up early, rather, she could but felt no need to.

Si Yuting nodded slightly, then returned to his stern and cold demeanor.

The silence lingered for a while, and seeing the soldiers wouldn’t return for a bit, Qu Tong struck up a conversation, "What does Your Highness think of the Energy Fruits we grow on our planet?"

Si Yuting recalled the unique fruit and his thin lips parted lightly, "Very good."

Receiving Si Yuting’s affirmation, Qu Tong continued, "Before long, our farm is going to have a bountiful harvest, and I can provide Energy Fruits and Vegetables to you on a stable basis. Does Your Highness have any thoughts about improving the Legion’s diet?"

Wen You was already looking at her boss with hopeful eyes.

But Si Yuting didn’t look at her, focusing instead on the shrewdness in Qu Tong’s eyes, and agreed without much thought, "That works, find Cheng Feng later to draft an agreement."

Qu Tong raised an eyebrow, "Your Highness, I haven’t mentioned the price yet."

"A bit pricier is fine."

Okay, this damn indulgence.

Sometimes she felt that even if she wanted to poison the entire Skywolf Legion, Si Yuting wouldn’t have any objections.

Of course, she wouldn’t double-cross Si Yuting, and she could even give them a bit of a discount.

Before long, Cheng Feng and a deputy captain from Wen You’s team led the two teams back.

The bottom 20 automatically accepted their punishment, while the rest were allowed to rest on the spot.

The soldiers were either standing or sitting, chatting and laughing, and occasionally looking over at Qu Tong and Si Yuting.

Qu Tong occasionally overheard them discussing herself, mostly about how much Si Yuting doted on her and how gentle he was, followed by praise for how well-matched they were.

Qu Tong turned her head to look at Si Yuting’s expression, not believing that he hadn’t heard any of it.

Unfortunately, it was rare to see any excess emotion on his face. Si Yuting noticed Qu Tong’s gaze and looked back at her in confusion.

Qu Tong tilted her head and returned a sweet smile before hearing an even more intense discussion break out...

This time, Qu Tong didn’t go crawling around on the ground; she obediently and cleverly stuck by Si Yuting’s side.

When the soldiers were training in the fields and forests, Qu Tong was always with Si Yuting, issuing tasks from their aircraft.

A complete set of training was indeed very comprehensive; it was no wonder they were elites, needing to learn everything. So tough.

The last event for the morning session was free shooting.

A soldier eagerly applied, "Report! General, I would like to compete with the lady in a shooting contest."

"You ask your lady," Si Yuting let Qu Tong decide for herself.

The soldier repeated his request to Qu Tong, "Ma’am, I want to compete with you in shooting."

Another soldier squeezed forward, "Ma’am, you probably have good physical skills too, I want to compare close combat with you."

Wen You joked, "You’re all professionally trained. Is it really okay to bully your lady, a weak woman?"

The soldier said, "I won’t use my spiritual power."

The others added, "We just want to see the lady’s shooting skills for ourselves, and of course, we’ll be easy on her."

"Right, a friendly contest, there’s no question of bullying, and who knows, maybe the lady’s shooting will completely crush us."

The crowd waited expectantly for Qu Tong to make her statement amongst all the chatter.

Qu Tong pursed her lips, looking at Si Yuting.

Why did she feel like Si Yuting was quite eager to see her compete as well?

Qu Tong stepped forward, a confident and bright smile on her face, saying, "I can compete in shooting, but I’m not well-versed in physical skills; I just know some self-defense moves and can’t beat you guys."

Si Yuting was too perceptive. After having sparred with him once, she was afraid he would notice something.

"Great!" Several soldiers cheered.

Seeing this, other soldiers also wanted to join in, and it eventually turned into a group competition. Fortunately, the space was large enough and there was plenty of equipment.

Even Wen You and Cheng Feng added stakes, with Qu Tong winning two rounds, each of them would give her 200,000 Star Coins.

If Qu Tong lost, she didn’t have to give anything.

Naturally, Qu Tong accepted with pleasure.

Because Qu Tong didn’t have spiritual power, she chose ordinary firearms instead of ion guns for the competition.

The competition was divided into three events.

The first event was fixed target shooting for score.

The second event was fixed target shooting for distance.

The third event was clay pigeon shooting.

Each soldier had their own gun, but Qu Tong didn’t, so she planned to casually borrow one from a soldier not participating in the competition.

Si Yuting took the initiative and handed over a pistol to her beforehand.

Qu Tong unhesitatingly accepted it, examined its appearance, which was similar to the other pistols but had some subtle differences.

She skillfully chambered a round, the feel of it excellent in her hand.

A good gun could indeed improve one’s score to some extent.

Everyone sighed in admiration but accepted it nonetheless.

Having a good gun could improve the score, but that relied on one’s strength, and they knew their own guns better than she did.