The Marshal’s Wife is Wild
Chapter 239 - 238 I Will Miss Your Highness

Chapter 239: Chapter 238 I Will Miss Your Highness

"Wen You, how can you talk like that? He’s your brother. If you won’t help investigate the truth after the accident, that’s one thing, but to sit here making snide comments..." Wen’s father glared at Wen You, furious.

Wen You let out a light sneer, "My mother certainly didn’t give birth to such an unfilial son. E12 Star has always been a troubled place. Who wouldn’t be cautious going there? Your son, with little ability and a great temper, gets into trouble there and you still expect to investigate?"

With every sentence piercing to the heart, it was clear to anyone that Wen You and her father were like fire and water.

Wen’s father wanted to rebuke her, but was interrupted by Si Yuting’s cold voice.

"Captain Wen, as a military officer, please speak with precision and refrain from mixing in personal malice and conjectures. If you have evidence, present it; if it’s unfounded, then say no more."

In the end, the meeting ended on an unhappy note.

Wen’s father eventually only received three million in compensation from the school and left the Imperial Palace in a huff.

In this era, death was hardly a big deal, especially in such a lawless zone.

If evidence were found later, a reversal could occur; if not, or if the culprit was from another country, one could only accept their misfortune.

Si Yuting spent half the day at the Military Department, receiving quite a few unusual glances along the way, but Si Yuting didn’t care, focusing intently on his own matters.

The approximate location of the next wormhole appearance had been calculated, just awaiting verification.

When the wormhole appeared next, intervention could take place to control the range beyond the border again.

In the meantime, the Empress, who never dealt with military affairs, broke precedent and followed Si Chen into the Military Department, though she left soon after.

Back at the main hall, after the Empress dismissed everyone else, she shed her dignified and elegant composure of an empress and clingingly wrapped herself around Si Chen.

"Did you see the red mark under our son’s collar?"

"I saw, I saw," Si Chen answered while smoothing out the creases on his clothes.

In a while, he still had to summon the people from the Communications Department.

"If it wasn’t for overhearing the servants talking, I would have missed it. She’s a daughter-in-law I approved of—better to be a bit fierce."

Si Chen only listened, not wanting to interrupt his wife’s mood; being scolded was one thing, but being denied the bed at night was a serious issue.

"Let him keep a straight face all day long; he deserves it! Even a few more bites would be worth it."

"At first, when I suggested finding a wife for him, he kept saying no, no. Pretentious prude."

"Now he takes any chance to come back and see his wife. Before, he hardly visited us twice a year. Truly fortunate to have Qu Tong’s blessing."

Si Yuting, who was about to say his farewells, stopped outside the door, his ears feeling somewhat warm.

After ten seconds, he turned and left.

Before leaving, he checked on the First Military Academy.

Through the glass window, the young girl’s face lit up with joy as she successfully mixed a potion, her bright eyes exceptionally captivating.

Then, with a sense of valorous resolve, she took a light sip of the blue potion.

The face that had been radiant moments before instantly contorted in a hard-to-describe manner, as if the potion was truly difficult to swallow.

But she was the one who made it.

Unexpectedly, even someone as picky with food as she had moments like this.

Qu Tong, twisting her expression, turned to grab a water glass and caught Si Yuting’s gaze, light as the clouds of late spring.

Frozen.jpg-----

Awkward! What kind of social suicide is this?

Si Yuting must be laughing at her, right?

Although not very obvious, he definitely was!

Si Yuting nodded at Qu Tong as a greeting, then turned to leave.

Qu Tong stopped drinking water, told Rong Yueqing, and ran out.

Qu Tong called out to Si Yuting and dragged him into a narrow, unoccupied space next door.

Si Yuting didn’t resist but let Qu Tong lead him along.

Qu Tong pinned Si Yuting against the wall, her hands grasped his shirt collar, and she tipped onto her toes to kiss him.

Si Yuting stiffened, his hand lifting then pausing in mid-air, resting on her waist-length hair, his eyelids slightly drooping.

The kiss did not last long.

"Your Highness, does it taste bitter?"

Qu Tong stepped back, looking slyly at Si Yuting.

Si Yuting was momentarily at a loss for words.

In fact, he felt nothing in particular, only remembering that her lips were soft, and her tongue as well, cleverly warm...

It should be, sweet perhaps.

"Not bitter." He answered extremely earnestly, as if each word was deeply contemplated.

Qu Tong raised an eyebrow, looking oddly at Si Yuting’s perfect visage.

Reading failed---

Well, human tastes are not all alike, after all.

"Is Your Highness returning to Abel Star?"

Si Yuting nodded: "Yeah."

Pursing his lips, he added, "This time, it might take a little longer before I can return."

The next appearance of the wormhole would most likely be on the border again, predicted to be larger in scale than before, and the timing could not be accurately deduced. One must remain vigilant at all times.

Qu Tong felt somewhat reluctant, as usual, but obediently nodded and hugged Si Yuting:

"Okay, I got it. Your Highness, take care. You can look for me when you’re free, and remember to inform me if there’s danger."

Si Yuting hugged Qu Tong back, his eyes slightly deep, and said in a low voice, "Alright."

Qu Tong pulled away from the embrace, tilted her head and winked: "Then I’ll be heading back."

"Alright."

Qu Tong walked a few steps, then turned around: "I’ll miss Your Highness."

Sunlight shone on the other end of the corridor, casting golden hues on the girl’s jet-black hair, her every smile and frown even more dazzling than the sunlight.

He had never experienced such fervent warmth. Silent for a moment, he eventually let out a controlled and calm "Okay."

Not until her silhouette had disappeared did Si Yuting straighten the clothes on his chest and turn to head for the battlefield.

*

After finishing a day of classes and experiments, Qu Tong lay exhausted on the sofa.

Making medicinal compounds was not only physically taxing but mentally draining as well.

She racked her brain but couldn’t pinpoint where she was lacking.

As soon as she opened her light-brain to relax, ding-dong, several messages popped up in rapid succession.

Wen You: [Sis, you’re impressive!]

Wen You: [Daring enough to openly mark your territory.]

Wen You: [Even a cold and aloof guy like the boss succumbed to you. You truly are my treasure.]

Wen You: [The boss spent the whole day in the Imperial Palace with a neck full of ambiguous marks, seen by many.]

Wen You: [If it weren’t for the boss’s cold face all day, this would’ve been known by the whole network by now.]

Wen You: [Amazing, amazing, how about starting a crash course on capturing a high and mighty beauty? It’ll be more profitable than my friend’s endeavors, I’ll help you collect the tuition.]

Qu Tong’s lips twitched, a whole neck?

She couldn’t stand it and bit him, okay. What rumors are these people spreading?

And she had just looked—it only showed a little. Why would so many people idle about looking at someone else’s neck?

She hadn’t felt anything before, but now that Wen You mentioned it, she suddenly felt somewhat uneasy.

Qu Tong pulled up the keyboard: [If you’re that idle, I can blow some wind in your ear, maybe get you some work?]

Wen You replied promptly: [No thanks, I prefer to live.]

And sent three consecutive [Ugly Refusal] images.

Wen You: [If I’m not on Abel Star when I wake up tomorrow, half a year of friendship won’t save you.]