The Marshal’s Wife is Wild
Chapter 443 - 442: Old Man Yuan’s Daily Madness

Chapter 443: Chapter 442: Old Man Yuan’s Daily Madness

"That’s settled then," Old Man Yuan popped a grape into his mouth and walked out of the living room with a spring in his step.

As he walked, he couldn’t help but mutter, "Si Yuting, with that cold, expressionless face of his, can he really be that likable?"

"Ouch!"

Just as he reached the doorway, he got such a start that the grape in his hand nearly fell out.

With a guilty conscience, Old Man Yuan patted his chest and complained bitterly, "You move so quietly. It’s one thing to scare me, but what if you scared my delicate little disciple?"

He skedaddled while saying this, with a speed in his step as if the wind carried him.

Si Yuting remained unflustered and walked straight into the living room as if he had seen and heard nothing.

Sitting down beside Qu Tong, he took her hand in his and asked softly, "Did you enjoy your meal today?"

Qu Tong nodded, raising an eyebrow at him, "You heard all that?"

"Mhm," Si Yuting responded in a muffled voice.

Qu Tong reached out to stroke Si Yuting’s head, and he obligingly lowered it to make it easier for her.

Qu Tong’s eyes curved into a smile.

Where was he cold? He was obviously wonderful.

Always responding to everything, always seeing things through.

To be honest, she did like Si Yuting’s demeanor—cold to others but an exception for her.

It felt like being the favored one.

"Don’t be mad," Qu Tong coaxed sweetly.

"Alright."

His low, mellow voice was so pleasant it could get someone pregnant; Qu Tong leaned in and kissed Si Yuting’s Adam’s apple.

The moment she touched it, the Adam’s apple bobbed down, and Qu Tong pulled back, giggling.

Si Yuting indulged his mischievous little wife, his eyes brimming with tenderness and doting.

After Qu Tong’s laughter subsided, Si Yuting finally spoke, "Father wants to see you."

It was the father, not both the father and Empress Dowager.

Qu Tong rested her chin on her hand, "When?"

"Anytime, you decide."

"Then how about now?"

The pair made their way to the palace together.

As soon as Qu Tong entered the palace, she was pulled aside by the Empress, whose eyes were filled with guilt and affection as she looked at her.

Feeling at a loss with such overwhelming enthusiasm, Qu Tong sought help from Si Yuting by her side.

Si Yuting hooked his lips slightly and naturally joined the conversation, "Mother, where is father? Didn’t he have something he wanted to discuss with Ali?"

"Oh, look at my memory, I almost forgot," the Empress came to her senses and patted Qu Tong’s hand, "I didn’t expect you to come so soon. Your father has just gone to the library. I’ll take you there."

Shortly thereafter, they arrived at the library entrance.

Perhaps Si Chen had something private to say to her, so Qu Tong went in alone while Si Yuting stayed behind to chat with the Empress.

Currently, Si Chen was browsing through books in the history section.

Upon seeing Qu Tong, his eyes lit up, sizing her up as if it was the first time they were meeting.

Indeed, every time he saw his daughter-in-law, she brought a different pleasant surprise.

...

When Qu Tong emerged from the library, an hour had passed.

Qu Tong left the library exactly as she had entered, her demeanor as normal as if she had merely gone in to say hello.

A maid waiting at the door respectfully bowed and informed her that Si Yuting and the Empress Dowager were in the West Flower Hall waiting for her to join them for dinner.

After thanking the maid with a nod, Qu Tong followed her to dinner.

Since the partnership with Lin Mo, the richness of the offerings on Luyi Star grew steadily, and most of the fare in the Imperial Palace came from her supplies.

Of course, she only supplied the Empress and Yuting, Si Xian on the other hand, shouldn’t even think about it.

The Imperial Chef’s skills naturally need no mention, she was served much better food than the first time she had come to the palace.

Si Yuting was attentively laying out dishes for her throughout the meal, which made the Empress across the table chuckle with maternal amusement while eating.

The laughter made Qu Tong embarrassed, she quietly kicked Si Yuting’s foot under the table, signaling that she could do it herself, she wasn’t disabled.

Si Yuting placed a meatball onto the empty plate in front of her, unflustered, "That plate is too far away, your arms are short and can’t reach, just eat, mother knows best."

Qu Tong: "..."

Instantly, the Empress understood what was happening and hurriedly agreed, "Exactly, exactly! Tongtong, don’t be shy, just treat it like your own home, make yourself comfortable, I remember back when your father and I..."

The Empress began to recount how inseparable and affectionate she and Si Chen were when they were young, Qu Tong listened with great interest.

Unlike her expectations, the relationship between the Emperor and Empress hadn’t always been smooth sailing, they had endured many hardships to reach where they were today.

Despite her gentle and virtuous exterior, the Empress was very capable, unlike the Empress of the Kasa Empire, who was busy helping her son vie for power, it’s safe to say that Gong Lingyu managed half of the Empire.

The trust between them could only have been cultivated through a long period of desperate struggles together.

Towards the end, the Empress couldn’t help but be moved by a wave of emotion.

After sending Qu Tong and the others back to Yuelan Bay, the Empress, with dishes that had been kept warm in advance, went to find Si Chen, who was still in the library.

"The love between Father and Mother is truly admirable," she couldn’t help but express.

Si Yuting stroked Qu Tong’s head, the streetlamp cast a soft shadow, "Our relationship can be just as good."

Qu Tong looked up, her pupils reflecting the dazzling starlight, a smile spreading across her lips.

In that moment, time stood still.

Nothing was said, but their gazes were filled with thousands of unspoken words.

She understood, and so did he.

*

Qu Tong woke up in the middle of the night, thirsty for some water.

The Light Brain on the bedside table was flashing non-stop, glaring painfully into her eyes.

Half asleep and feeling exhausted, she rubbed her eyes and glanced at it, Star Network notifications?

Advertisements?

So many messages?

Qu Tong was too tired to check, so she simply turned off the Light Brain.

When she turned it back on the next day, she realized that she had previously followed Old Man Yuan’s Star Network account.

Old Man Yuan, that guy, not sleeping at night, was up to something.

He posted twenty or thirty updates in a row.

[Whoever insults Si Yuting had better not start with my precious disciple, otherwise I will get angry, you know.]

[My disciple said if she doesn’t want to go, she won’t, we have that confidence.]

A photo accompanied the post, showcasing the Spirit Power Stabilizing Potion, each one no less than high-grade.

[Welfare? Don’t make me laugh, my disciple is noble and faithful, she won’t fall for those unfeeling dogs after her Fertility Value.]

[Stop moral abducting, irritate me and I’ll cut off your Elixirs, let me remind everyone, half of the Empire’s high-grade Elixirs are made by my disciple and me, weigh your own situation.]

[My disciple has a point, if you’re bored, go online and look for a coffin.]

[What is that? Even daring to criticize my precious disciple, that includes you, darling of the Genetic Bank!]

...

Some of the posts were by Elder Yuan himself, and others were reposts of comments made by other people, each sentence sharp and defiant, his arrogance knew no bounds.

Only he dared to scold like that; if it were anyone else, they’d be charged with insulting the Royal Family and face at least ten years in prison as a starting point.

Not just that, as if possessed by a troll spirit, Elder Yuan had engaged in 99+ rounds of arguments with netizens in the comment section of her post, his combativeness rivaling that of Si Yuting on the battlefield.

Although Elder Yuan was just one person, one can’t ignore the fact that he was one of the Empire’s few Potion Grandmasters, very popular, and his words spread across the Star Network before the night was over.

Si Xian received the news, his face darker than the bottom of a pot, his gaze murderous.