The Marshal’s Wife is Wild
Chapter 360 - 359: The Air Conditioner Really Broke

Chapter 360: Chapter 359: The Air Conditioner Really Broke

Facing the Bai Family leader’s seemingly certain gaze, Qu Tong calmly responded, "It is the Sky-roaming Prime."

"Our Mechas can’t reach such high speeds." The Bai Family leader insisted, as he had personally designed the Mechas and was well aware of their capabilities.

Qu Tong nodded, "It was modified by a master."

"Which master?" The Bai Family leader asked, surprised and somewhat excited.

"It’s inconvenient for me to say."

"Alright."

Not wanting to pry further, the Bai Family leader then took Qu Tong on a tour of the modified version of the Sky-roaming Prime Mecha.

Afterward, the Bai Family openly acknowledged on the Star Network that their technology had not yet reached that level, and that the Prince’s Consort’s Mecha had been modified by an expert.

However, the Bai Family didn’t disclose who the expert was, which sparked another round of speculations among the public.

The two names most commonly speculated by netizens were Master Yan and God Y.

However, Master Yan was so annoyed by people showing up at his door and prying for information within just one day that he issued a statement.

He declared, "I am not a god; I can’t create such an incredible Mecha."

Indeed, he could not create one; not even the Sky-roaming Prime Mecha could exhibit SSS-rank capabilities.

But, statement issued or not, whether people believed it was another matter.

Sometime after, Qu Tong received a message from Master Yan:

[Little White-Haired Girl, you’ve kept quite the secret~]

[As a mechanic honoring professional ethics, I’m not interested in revealing your identity, but please resolve this issue soon. It’s seriously affecting my life and work.]

[You might not know how desperately those wealthy but spiritually powerless people crave power; I can’t even leave my house now.]

Qu Tong frowned; this was indeed problematic.

Where could she conjure up a Mecha master from thin air?

Yu Guang’s eyes caught the ring Si Yuting had given her.

How could she forget, she also had a Mecha from God Y.

Perfect, as God Y was mysterious and elusive, also a key figure in the public’s speculation.

Qu Tong took a plate of cut fruits from Qianqian and handed a slice of orange to Butler Chi: "Uncle Chi, when did His Highness return yesterday?"

Butler Chi took it, "His Highness didn’t come back yesterday."

Hmm?

Then why did he ask her yesterday if she was returning home?

Qu Tong opened her Light Brain to send Si Yuting a message: [Will you be coming home tonight?]

Si Yuting replied promptly: [Are you done with school stuff?]

Qu Tong: [Yes.]

Si Yuting: [Coming.]

After closing the Light Brain, Qu Tong returned to her room to wait.

Lying on the soft sofa, she started watching the 30-odd GB of historical video collection Emperor Changxin had sent her.

Starting with recordings from 100 years ago, which she had never seen before, she began watching them one by one.

Each video was only about fifteen minutes long, yet there were hundreds of them.

With no sound, Qu Tong didn’t watch for long before falling asleep.

Late at night, when Si Yuting returned, he saw a historical painting-like video playing on the screen.

As one scene ended and automatically switched to the next, Si Yuting’s approaching footsteps halted abruptly.

His gaze fixed intently on the screen, on the frail figure that appeared.

In the sealed lab, the woman—thin to the point where her age was indiscernible—sat crouched in a corner, her head buried in her knees, her silver hair a tangled mess reaching just to her shoulders, a metal collar on her slender neck half-hidden by a flash of lightning symbol.

Both her hands and feet were bound by long chains, her wrists marked with bruises mixed with crusty scabs, the scars old and new, making it hard to guess their age.

Among the wrists full of needle marks was a greenish-gold intertwined imprint.

The footage was choppy. In the next second, as the experimental building hidden in the deep mountains burst into flames, it collapsed thunderously.

In the lower left corner of the frame, the woman stood silently aside, her expression unclear, with only a liberating smile playing on her lips.

The video shifted to the next, but Si Yuting could not regain his composure for a long time.

His complex gaze turned toward his peacefully sleeping young wife on the sofa, noting the blueish mark on her pale wrist that matched exactly the one in the footage, but only half of it remained.

Despite the completely different figures before and after, he was still certain; it was his Ali.

So.

Is this why Ali has always been afraid of the control room?

A sour and stinging sensation grew in his heart; he only wanted to hold his little wife tightly in his arms at this moment.

Ali often smiled at him, never showing hurt.

It was precisely because of this that he felt even more heartache.

In a daze, a tickling sensation came from Qu Tong’s neck, soft as if a kitten’s tail had swept across.

He murmured hazily.

The tickling didn’t stop, climbing up to his chin and was about to cover his lips.

Qu Tong opened his eyes a slit, recognized the familiar face, and closed them again.

His lips puckered up to meet the other’s.

The lips were pried open, the invader carried an overwhelming scent of hormones, yet the movements were tender to the extent of being deadly.

After a moment, their lips parted; Si Yuting looked at the delicate face beneath him, knowing she was not fully awake yet.

He turned off the Light Brain, gently lifted her, and walked towards the bed.

Ali didn’t speak, and he didn’t ask.

She was just his wife.

He laid her on the bed and tucked her in.

As he was about to get up, his hand was grabbed.

"Where are you going?" the little wife’s eyes still clouded with confusion.

Si Yuting lowered his head, "To sleep in my room."

"The air conditioner in your room is really broken, and if I hadn’t said something, Uncle Chi definitely wouldn’t have called someone to fix it," Qu Tong shifted inside and patted the space next to her, "Sleep here."

Si Yuting remained still for a moment.

Qu Tong looked at him obediently.

Si Yuting got into the bed, and Qu Tong scooted closer to him.

"Your Highness, you know God Y, right?"

"Yes, what about it?"

Qu Tong’s eyes shone brightly, "Can you introduce me to him? I want to talk about a deal with him."

"What deal?" Si Yuting asked with interest, his thumb caressing the soft flesh on Qu Tong’s waist through her nightgown.

Qu Tong chuckled, "A very important deal, I need to meet him in person to discuss it."

She couldn’t just bluntly ask him to take the blame.

She planned to meet in person and persuade him with reason and emotional appeal; if elixirs didn’t work, she would use Mecha materials. She had four pieces of Thunder Fire Rock and numerous Energy Stones.

With Si Yuting’s connection, God Y should give her some consideration.

"Is this about the Sky-roaming Prime Mecha?" Si Yuting guessed immediately.

"Your Highness is wise," Qu Tong adopted the attitude of someone asking for a favor, hugging Si Yuting’s arm and said flirtatiously, "So please help me, my husband~"

Si Yuting moved back slightly, his voice husky, "Alright."

Qu Tong leaned closer, just about to say thanks when the room light was turned off.

One of her hands was clasped and pressed above her head.

Si Yuting’s heated body followed and covered her.

The kiss that landed was not the shallow one from before.

He aggressively plundered every breath of hers.

Between the tangle of lips and teeth, Si Yuting vaguely asked her, "Ali, do you... want it?"

The burning breath carried desire; the answer to this question didn’t seem so important.

But Qu Tong answered anyway, "I... suppose."

The nightgown was lifted; light kisses swept across her shoulder blades...

His large hand covered her chest, gently kneading, the pressure neither light nor heavy...

The curtains were not drawn.

The faint moonlight enshrouded the gently shaking bed.

The bed was full of serene dreams, pressing down the Milky Way...