The Marshal’s Wife is Wild
Chapter 440 - 439: Losing the Lady and the Troops

Chapter 440: Chapter 439: Losing the Lady and the Troops

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However, for more than ten days since the official announcement was made, there had been no further updates.

The replay of E12’s live broadcast and the scene’s explosive revelations spread like wildfire on the internet. The hype around high fertility individuals remained high, even drawing people from the other two major empires who climbed the firewall to join the discussion.

[Has there been any news about high fertility individuals today?]

[No, now beat it!]

[Hey, why talk like that? We’re all netizens here. Let’s be civil. Ding, punching in—kick me if there’s news.]

[The authorities haven’t made a peep—I’m starting to doubt whether the news is even true.]

[Buddy, you must be from next door, right? The commander only said they didn’t find them, didn’t say the news was incorrect and didn’t say there was a mistake in the genetic bank. You think it’s true?]

[Exactly, with over a hundred thousand people on-site plus over a billion in the live streaming room, everyone heard it—the alarm that hadn’t sounded for over 2000 years. How could everyone be wrong?]

[Idle with nothing better to do, how about we set up a stall and guess whether our precious treasure is a boy or a girl? Guess right and you win nothing.]

[I guess it’s a girl because, statistically, women have higher average fertility values than men.]

[That’s because you’ve never seen our former emperor, who peaked at 69, surpassing 99.99% of men.]

[But even with such high fertility, he ended up six feet under, leaving behind only a child and a half, hilarious!]

The netizen who had just spoken: [...]

That comment hit right in the main artery.

The others continued the discussion: [The alarm suddenly went off—it couldn’t have been for just a newborn baby, right?]

[I think you make sense, but it doesn’t rule out the possibility that someone intentionally hid them and, after accidentally revealing them, hid them again.]

[Why would they? If I had a fertility value over 90, I wouldn’t even have enough time to show off. I’d be surrounded by stunning men with six-packs and long-legged physiques, slurp~]

[Um... boys, take care of yourselves when you’re out and about...]

Behind the noisy and lively internet, Qu Tong sensed the serious situation brewing.

Military orders were being issued to the First Legion, and the once common sounds of soldiers joking around after training in the halls were seldom heard now.

Si Yuting was still on Abel Star, and the chances for them to speak or meet were few and far between. The most she heard from him was, "Don’t worry, I’ll handle it."

She was like a flower carefully sheltered from the hardships of the outside world.

All the pressure was blocked by Si Yuting.

Even so, Qu Tong managed to contact Lin Yumo through Old Man Yuan.

"Miss Ali." Lin Yumo’s voice was clear and youthful, which did not match the luxurious business chair behind him at all.

"I need your help with something," Qu Tong said straightforwardly.

Lin Yumo did not directly agree or refuse, but sized up Qu Tong through the screen: "You seem rather relaxed. The Genetic Institute has joined forces with some high-ups from the National Council and the Military Department. They are putting pressure on the Empress and your husband to send the high fertility individual back."

Qu Tong squinted at the projection: "You’re well-informed."

Lin Yumo chuckled lightly, "I’ve taken over some of Lan Family’s resources. It happens to give me a few channels."

It seemed Lin Yumo had smoothly integrated Lin Mo’s memories.

"There’s some news you might be interested in," Lin Yumo added.

Qu Tong waited for him to continue.

"Duke Xiya of the Kasa Empire was demoted, and his autonomous military rights were revoked. The Second Prince of Casa was also executed, just a few days ago."

Qu Tong responded indifferently with an "Oh."

Lin Yumo was slightly taken aback, "You’re not curious why?"

"If Si Yuting didn’t do it, he must have had his subordinates do it," Qu Tong knew without guessing.

Did they really think the youngest War God of the Canaan Empire was so easy to threaten?

"Let’s talk about Lan Weiying’s fate."

Calculating the time, the toxin from Qingmu should have fully taken effect by now.

Seeing that Qu Tong had anticipated this, Lin Yumo lost interest in withholding the tidbits and laid out the news in full.

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Lan Weiying, after being brought back by Duke Xiya, often talked in her sleep, bathed in sweat, screaming and twisting, but just couldn’t wake up.

Duke Xiya had many famous doctors look at her, but to no avail; she finally woke up on her own on the third day.

But her sanity seemed warped; she wouldn’t allow anyone to approach her, and at night, she would roll around in her room, shouting and screaming in agony, as if possessed.

On the rare occasions when she was lucid, she would only scream with bloodshot eyes that Jun Li should suffer a miserable death.

Originally, Duke Xiya’s current husband had agreed to take her back solely because Lan Weiying was a senior alchemist.

But now, where was Lan Weiying’s ability to concoct elixirs?

Plus, the matter of Duke Xiya being stripped of his title.

The entire household was even less welcoming towards her.

Duke Xiya initially intended to cure her to compensate for the loss, but upon examination by a doctor, her Spirit Sea was found to be shattered.

No wonder she was acting insane.

In the end, Duke Xiya gave up on her as well and ordered her to be confined in a separate residence, where she was to be given advanced nutrient liquid every three days.

The guards looked down on her and neglected their duties; when they went to deliver the nutrient solution on the second week, they found her body stiff, her clothes in disarray, covered in self-inflicted wounds, and the room a horrifying sight, with dried bloodstains everywhere on the walls and floor.

Duke Xiya’s maneuver was akin to losing both his wife and his troops.

Qu Tong listened to Lin Yumo’s description without showing much emotion.

The poison from Qingmu was a neurotoxin with hallucinogenic effects.

One could imagine how much pain Lan Weiying endured before her death.

Qu Tong didn’t think herself cruel at all.

Was Lan Weiying some kind of saint?

All things considered, Lan Weiying had attempted to kill her four times.

If it weren’t for her concealing her true strength, not only would she have died, but Xu An, Fei Wenxing, and others would have also perished at the jaws of the Star Beast.

With so many prohibited elixirs in the Lan Family, she suspected that those undetectable ones were all used by Lan Weiying in secret, after all, she was good at covering her tracks.

But none of that mattered much now.

Good and evil will be requited; if not, she would take matters into her own hands.

Through the screen, Lin Yumo watched Qu Tong’s lips curl into a cold smile, unable to comprehend why Shengsheng, such a gentle girl, would become good friends with her.

That’s what Lin Mo thought, and he voiced it aloud.

Qu Tong tilted her head and chuckled lightly, "Then why don’t you go ask Shengsheng?"

Lin Yumo’s expression dimmed for a moment, "What was the favor you just mentioned you wanted me to help you with?"

"Oh, just in case, I might need you to help me leave; I know your business empire spans the entire Interstellar."

"Fine," Lin Yumo agreed without hesitation.

"You’re not going to discuss terms?" This time, it was Qu Tong who was surprised.

Lin Mo was a businessman, and so was Lin Yumo now.

Lin Mo picked up an ornament on the table and carefully caressed it.

It was a wooden figure that had been polished to a shine. The craftsmanship was clearly exquisite, with long straight hair, glasses, a work uniform, and a gentle and calm expression.

Lin Mo’s gaze was laden with deep longing.

Qu Tong magnified a coffee spoon at one side. If she wasn’t mistaken, Lin Yumo’s office was off-limits to everyone.

Otherwise, someone would have discovered that the showcase was filled with various handmade dolls, each one an exact replica of Major Wen of the First Legion.

"You’re Shengsheng’s best friend; it’s not necessary to discuss terms," Lin Yumo said without looking up, wholly focused on the doll in his hands, and even through the screen, Qu Tong could feel the longing in his eyes.

"Then thanks," Qu Tong didn’t mince words with him, but she also didn’t want him to lose out, "I’ve heard that you’re recently shifting focus to physical science research; I happen to have a couple of research institutes, we could collaborate to explore some new developmental directions."