The Marshal’s Wife is Wild
Chapter 373 - 372: How Could I Not Accept Ali’s Invitation?

Chapter 373: Chapter 372: How Could I Not Accept Ali’s Invitation?

The little girl sat quietly on the side, neither happy nor sad.

The crowd couldn’t help but wear bizarre expressions.

No way!

How could you stay seated?

You were almost killed by an SSS-rank warrior with a Mental Outburst!

Shouldn’t you be scared stiff?

Or even if your enemy was killed instead, taking pleasure from their misfortune would also make sense.

Qu Tong was unaware of everyone’s thoughts as she looked down, replying to messages.

"You go back first, I still have some things to deal with and will come back later," a deep voice came from behind her, Si Yuting had approached without her noticing.

Qu Tong nodded. After all, these troubles were hers to face.

After returning, Qu Tong asked Butler Chi for updates on the former Emperor, Si Xian.

Butler Chi, of course, spared no detail, sharing things that should and shouldn’t be spoken of.

Had it not been for today’s sudden encounter, she wouldn’t have even remembered that the Royal Family still had a dethroned Emperor.

Si Xian’s relationship with the Empress and Si Yuting wasn’t good, which was why she hadn’t met him since her marriage.

The main reason probably related to the previous Empress.

Lan Jianghong’s cousin was merely Si Xian’s favorite concubine, not Si Chen’s biological mother.

Si Xian abdicated 13 years ago, which was also Si Yuting’s second year being promoted to Major General.

Even though he had abdicated, some elders in the National Council still served as his eyes and ears, and he managed the Canaan Empire’s genetic repository.

Qu Tong had expected some accidents today, but none occurred, which inevitably aroused suspicion in her.

*

Meanwhile, in a private hospital on Capital Star,

several important members of the Lan Family were present, the only exception being the square-faced man standing in the corner.

The man was dressed in deep blue, somewhere between military attire and casual clothes, tall and imposing, with a subdued aura around him. His stern face was expressionless, a sharp contrast to the pain and pressure emanating from the Lan Family members.

But no one would comment, for he was not one of the Lan Family.

The body of Lan Xingrui had been brought in, and two doctors in white coats were conducting an examination.

"Xingrui had a Special Grade Elixir on him, how could he so easily fall into a Mental Outburst?" Despite having read the report from Central Hospital, Lan Jianghong couldn’t bring himself to believe it.

He knew Xingrui had intended to kill Qu Tong, but at that time, she only had an SS-rank and S-rank with her, whose true strength didn’t even warrant his grandson revealing his own; how could that possibly trigger a Mental Outburst?

He had also suspected that Si Yuting pushed Lan Xingye to the brink of a Mental Outburst, but the evidence of Si Yuting’s mecha was captured on camera, contradicting the time when residents reported building destruction due to spiritual power.

Thus, a thorough examination was imperative.

Disappointingly, the results were the same as the police’s.

After a day of processing, Lan Weiying had calmed her emotions.

Ever since she saw her elder brother’s body, she felt something was off, until she reviewed the report and finally understood.

"The fatal injury was a broken sword that pierced the heart through the chest, and there isn’t a trace of Thunder-element Ability residue on his body."

Spiritual power can manipulate special abilities or be used directly; Si Yuting, as the Empire’s strongest warrior, could undoubtedly defeat a berserk Lan Xingrui using only spiritual power, but this clearly went against his usual practice.

Upon Lan Weiying’s reminder, others considered it as well.

But even though it was uncharacteristic, after discussing, they could find no other reasonable explanation.

Maybe Si Yuting acted on a whim, not wanting to use spiritual power, and simply picked up a broken sword to finish the job.

"Marshal, thank you for escorting us back, the Emperor needs you by his side. We have some family affairs to handle, so we won’t keep you any longer," Lan Jianghong said respectfully, bowing to the silent man nearby.

The man nodded slightly and gestured to Lan Yuanhui, who was about to stand up, "No need to see me out."

Lan Yuanhui, upon receiving his father’s look, sat back down.

After everyone had left, Lan Jianghong brought up the topic again, "Xiaoying, what did you mean earlier when you said The Prince’s Consort threatened you?"

He hadn’t been at the scene but had been summoned directly to the palace; he had only heard the description of the incident from the police and Xiaoying’s testimony in court, and hadn’t had the chance to ask in detail.

Lan Weiying recalled the fleeting cold sneer in Qu Tong’s eyes when she had said those words, feeling a mix of shock and amusement.

"It’s nothing. She said she would make a move against me. She was facing away from everyone at the time and mouthed the words to me," Lan Weiying didn’t hide the truth.

"What right does she have to say that? If it weren’t for Si Yuting, how could she ever surpass our Xiaoying?" Lan Yuanhui clenched his fists in anger.

Hearing this, Lan Weiying pursed her lips and remained silent.

Lan Jianghong noticed all of this and, uncharacteristically serious, warned Lan Weiying, "At this point, put away all your previous thoughts."

He had long known and even supported his granddaughter’s admiration for Si Yuting.

Si Yuting was young and promising, with strong abilities and a solid background—if the two could join forces, it would surely propel the Lan Family to greater heights.

Even if Si Yuting’s Fertility Value was zero, it didn’t matter; the Lan Family had many collateral branches, and there were three direct descendants in this branch alone, so they were not lacking in that one respect.

But Si Yuting had a marriage arrangement set by the older generation, and Lan Jianghong couldn’t lower his dignity to interfere. He could only rely on Xiaoying to make her own opportunities.

Even after Si Yuting got married, his thoughts hadn’t changed; marriage could end in divorce, and in his eyes, no one else’s value compared to his for a second marriage.

But now, no matter how valuable, it was no longer possible.

"I understand, Grandpa," Lan Weiying showed no struggle.

With her brother’s death standing between them, how could she possibly still hope for him?

Lan Jianghong was very pleased with Lan Weiying’s decisiveness, truly worthy of the heir he had personally groomed for the Lan Family.

But thinking of the business affairs of the past few days, he felt a headache coming on.

Outside the hospital room, a man who should have already left leaned against the wall, his gaze fixed on a spot as if deep in thought.

Footsteps echoed from the other end of the corridor. The man then stood up and disappeared at the doorway.

It was one of the doctors who had just finished an examination.

It was now nighttime, and the doctor had changed out of his work clothes, ready to head home.

But just as he left the hospital, he felt a sharp pain at the back of his head, and his eyes rolled back as he fainted.

He was dragged away like a dead dog.

*

Si Yuting was busy until late before returning home. He was preparing to go to his room to continue working when his little wife came over.

She sat on his lap.

Si Yuting didn’t look at her but simply wrapped his arm around from the outside to encircle her, as he continued working on his tasks.

"Click—"

The buckle on the belt loosened.

Si Yuting’s hand, which had been typing, stopped.

Qu Tong lowered her head, bored, and with another "click," fastened it back up.

Then she undid it again, and fastened it again.

The crisp sounds were particularly loud in the quiet room and even seemed provocative.

"Is that fun?"

A deep, husky voice sounded from overhead.

"No..." Qu Tong was just about to look up when her lips were firmly sealed.

Laughter twinkled in her eyes as she leaned back just enough to create a half-centimeter gap between their lips, bracing herself on Si Yuting’s chest.

"Are you not working anymore, Your Highness?"

Si Yuting’s eyes were dark, "With such an obvious invitation from Ali, how could I refuse?"

"Mhm."