The Marshal’s Wife is Wild
Chapter 381 - 380: That’s the Mark Made by the Lady

Chapter 381: Chapter 380: That’s the Mark Made by the Lady

Scrolling further down, there were many familiar accounts posting, saying that her relationship with Si Yuting was very good and asking everyone not to make wild guesses.

Qu Tong saw the accounts of Xiong Lie Hu Qing and others within the posts.

Honestly, these netizens of the Interstellar are just too idle; the parties involved haven’t even said anything, nor have they had any conflicts, yet these netizens have acted out an entire "Legend of Zhen Huan" in their minds.

Commonly known as worrying about matters that are none of one’s concern.

Qu Tong switched to her own homepage and clicked the "+" to post a response.

[The wise do not quarrel, the kind do not judge. As one drinks water, only oneself knows whether it is cold or warm.]

Beneath it, she reposted the hottest topic discussing her and Si Yuting.

No sooner had it been sent out than comments appeared below, but Qu Tong wasn’t concerned.

Si Yuting happened to come downstairs from above, donning a black overcoat.

Si Yuting naturally had a good figure, and with this outfit, he looked even more towering and stately, his sharp and distinct features perfectly suited to his aloof and distant demeanor.

Even the cut at the corner of his lips unexpectedly added some tension to his appearance.

Yet when he spoke, there was softness in his voice, "Let’s go, I’ll accompany you to your check-up."

Qu Tong turned off the light brain and looped her arm through Si Yuting’s, her almond eyes sparkling brightly, "Your Highness looks very handsome in this outfit."

Si Yuting, whether in formal attire or military uniform, was also very handsome, mature and steady.

But he seldom wore something so casual and everyday; it was a different kind of handsome.

Quite similar to what she had seen on him back at E12 Star.

Si Yuting responded with a faint hmm, his lips unconsciously curling up.

If Ali likes it, then I can wear it more often.

Arriving at the military hospital, the diagnostic device was borrowed by another department, so Qu Tong just went through regular physical therapy.

"Grand Marshal, are you injured?" Jiang Zhou, after refilling the medicine in the healing chamber, noticed the wound on Si Yuting’s lip, "Do you need me to take care of it for you?"

Following behind Jiang Zhou as she came out, Qu Tong leaned against the door with crossed arms, her eyebrows raised and a smile on her lips.

"No need, it’s just a minor injury." Si Yuting answered expressionlessly, then stepped forward to take Qu Tong’s hand and lead her away.

Behind them, the soldiers guarding the door whispered among themselves, "That’s not just any injury, that’s a mark made by the lady."

"The brothers are right, only the lady dares to challenge the Grand Marshal, and he doesn’t dare to retort even when bitten."

"Our Grand Marshal is really spoiling his wife with power."

Both of them had very good hearing. Qu Tong covered her mouth to suppress her laughter, her eyes curving into a smile.

With a stern face, Si Yuting straightened out and took her to the school without a sideways glance.

He himself then turned to enter the palace; he needed to reply to the dowager empress about something that Ali had mentioned to him.

Qu Tong went to find Old Master Yuan and was leaving the lab when she encountered Song Ke at the stairwell corner, his gaze teasing as he looked at her.

Qu Tong stopped in her tracks.

Listening to Song Ke saying, "Sister Qu Tong, you really keep your cards close to your chest!"

Qu Tong laughed lightly, responding simply, "As the situation requires."

"Sister Tong, you’ve deceived us so bitterly!" Cheng Yao and others came out from the staircase.

Xu An, He Zhou, and Fei Wenxing were also there.

Fei Wenxing looked as if he had been hit hard, "Sister Tong, tell me this isn’t true!"

Song Ke rolled his eyes at him, "Stop deceiving yourself, is it so hard to acknowledge that someone else is better?"

"To acknowledge someone’s excellence is not hard, but it’s unfair for someone to outshine me in everything," Fei Wenxing said indignantly with a hint of resentment, "I used to think that as long as I worked hard, I could be as excellent as Sister Tong. After all, she’s F-rank and so impressive, and I’m an A—now, I feel like a demoralized salted fish, unable to compare. There’s simply no comparison."

Fei Wenxing’s words struck a chord with everyone.

But everyone was more happy for Qu Tong than jealous.

"Think about your final exam, and you’ll find your fighting spirit," Qu Tong said with a raised eyebrow and a smile.

Fei Wenxing had a gloomy face, grumbling and cursing.

This wasn’t a place for talking, so Qu Tong suggested, "How about I practice with you guys?"

"What good fortune have I done to deserve this!" Song Ke joked, following Qu Tong’s pace.

*

Inside the training room used for accumulating points.

"Sister Tong, are we really going to go at it?" Fei Wenxing, holding his favorite weapon, the nunchucks, couldn’t stop his hands from shaking.

Cheng Yao was the same.

Qu Tong snapped her dark green whip onto the ground with a "crack," "We’re not going to play pretend, are we? Haven’t we practiced like this before?"

"But that’s not the same..." Right?

Before he could finish, the attack was already coming right at him.

Qu Tong deliberately held back her strength, managing both offense and defense, and still defeated Cheng Yao and Fei Wenxing together within ten moves.

Cheng Yao’s weapon had long since flown away to who knows where, and with a twist of the whip around his ankle, he spun 360 degrees in the air and slammed heavily onto the ground.

Fei Wenxing flew backward, sliding on the ground, then sat up rubbing his belly and grimacing in pain.

Xu An walked over and handed each one of them a vial of Energy Liquid.

They gathered together, discussed the insights from their battle, and then started talking about the Lan Family matters.

"Sister Tong, that slap you gave was too beautiful, showing him he’s always so full of himself for no reason, a deadbeat guy."

"And Sister Tong, you don’t know how much Lan Xingye was questioning his life after seeing your strength, he even walked with a limp coming out of the Beast Fighting Arena, I laughed so hard, hahaha!"

Fei Wenxing and Cheng Yao still couldn’t get over the embarrassing spectacle of Lan Xingye, both feeling vindictive and joyful.

"And then there’s your cousin, she was green with envy, can’t figure out what she was thinking."

"What else can she think, either after money or power, with such people, they’re the first to run when there’s trouble," Song Ke said bluntly.

These few of them never had much of a liking for women like Qu Wanwan and Qu Jiaojiao, and in the absence of strangers, they would speak their minds naturally.

Cheng Yao patted Fei Wenxing’s shoulder, teasing, "Lucky for you Fei Cui, you got rid of a vain woman like Ouyang Linna early, otherwise with how gullible you are, you wouldn’t know how many times you could’ve been sold by now."

Fei Wenxing shooed him away: "Go on! That was centuries ago, don’t bring it up again, it’s sickening."

The topic then turned back to the Lan Family, and while they were talking, Cheng Yao suddenly turned his head, "With such a big mess from the Lan Family this time, it wasn’t your doing, was it?"

The rest also looked at Qu Tong in unison.

Qu Tong remained calm and collected throughout, popping a cherry tomato into her mouth but saying nothing with a smile.

They exchanged glances and essentially understood the situation.

The usually carefree Fei Wenxing suddenly became serious, went over to the intelligent brain at the doorway to check the training room’s surveillance, then came back to Qu Tong and cautiously said, "Sister Tong, are you really going to move against the Lan Family?"

Qu Tong countered, "Isn’t it obvious?"

From the beginning, she never got along with the Lan Family, it was clear for everyone to see.

Fei Wenxing scratched his head, "I thought..."

"You thought I couldn’t handle them?" Qu Tong directly completed what Fei Wenxing couldn’t say.

Fei Wenxing’s expression stiffened, clearly Qu Tong was right.

After a moment of tense atmosphere, Fei Wenxing moved closer to Qu Tong and spoke solemnly, "Sister Tong, if there’s anything I can help with, just say the word."

"That’s what the old man told me to tell you after the family meeting this morning."

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