Everyone sighed in dismay.

Leia was the first to curse: "General Bo Jichen is a real scoundrel. Our commander-in-law is his sister's brother-in-law, how can he be so cruel? So, he arrested bandits before just to teach our commander-in-law a lesson?"

Wei Chi: "..."

His adoration for his idol was like a surging river, an endless stream of mutated beasts.

Then he became convinced that his plan to kill his idol and become famous in the Troya Empire had failed, and that the right thing to do was to quietly support his idol.

Jiang Si tilted her head slightly to the back, looking at the serious man who had only turned around once and was standing as straight as a standard.

She wondered if her brother-in-law, Bo Jichen, who was either a cross-dresser or a cross-dresser, was treating her prince so cruelly so that she could enjoy a happy life with His Majesty. Was he deliberately using her prince as a tool to fight for him and protect the empire for His Majesty?

It seems that for this month-long military training plan, pretending to be a dog, lying low, and winning are not the only options; there is another option.

"Exactly! General Bo Jichen is a complete scoundrel. How could he even think of doing something so heinous?" Si Zhang chimed in, "And our commander-in-chief too! How come we've never heard him mention his heroic deeds?"

Rong Mengping said angrily, "You're listening to our head coach? Are you out of your minds? In the head coach's eyes, you're just a bunch of idiots."

"How bored and full of nothing must the head coach be to say these things to you idiots? Be realistic, all of you combined aren't even worth a finger of his."

Feng Jie was displeased: "Deputy General Rong, I think you deserve a beating. We're all idiots, what kind of idiot are you? What kind of kid are you?"

"I'm neither a fool nor a kid, I'm the commander's junior!" Rong Mengping patted his chest, raised his chin proudly, and said with disdain, "You trash from the Second, Third, and Fourth Military Academies, get out of here."

What happened to the Second, Third, and Fourth Military Academies?

In what way is it inferior to the First Academy?

Look at this scumbag from the First Military Academy, with that smug look on his face. How can he be so infuriating?

Thirty-odd grown men.

He rolled up his sleeves.

Tensions were high, and a conflict could erupt at any moment.

Jiang Si quickly reminded everyone, "Everyone, the snake meat is burnt, but the fish is ready to eat. Hurry up and eat it, or it will be gone."

For those who only work as laborers.

If there's no food, that would be terrible.

They all gave Rong Mengping a warning look, then grabbed the fish and the meat.

Jiang Si eagerly rushed over, and her own plate was almost finished.

She carried the plate out.

He hadn't turned around to leave yet.

Wei Chi tugged at her sleeve, then took a step back and muttered slyly, "Little Sisi, do you think I still have any hope of killing the Marshal this time?"

Jiang Si's mouth gaped slightly in surprise. "Child, you haven't given up yet?"

This child must have been raised with the audacity of a bear and the courage of a leopard.

Wei Chi coughed lightly: "I've given up, but that doesn't stop me from wanting to take down the marshal and get first place."

That's quite an impressive ability to use sophistry.

Jiang Si nodded emphatically: "You're right, a person should have dreams, what if you see a ghost?"

Wei Chi grinned, revealing his white teeth: "That's right. My idol's military training wiped out 50,000 Zerg and several pirates, but that doesn't stop me from wanting to take him down."

“Yes, yes, yes.” Jiang Si said “yes” three times in a row, and reminded Wei Chi, “Hurry up and eat the meat. I’m out of seasoning. That’s the last bowl of meat with seasoning.”

"Ah!" Wei Chi let out a scream, forgetting about Marshal Gan, and rushed to grab the meat.

Jiang Si brought a plate of meat to Agares, handed it to him, and said with a smile, "Try it."

Agares looked down at the plate in front of him. Thin slices of serpent meat, as thin as cicada wings, were grilled and rolled up, along with a large piece of fish meat, now boneless, and pieces of serpent wing meat, grilled to a golden brown.

"Thank you!" Agares reached out and took it, his expression sincere and serious. "Thank you for your help, Miss Agares."

"Don't be so polite!" Jiang Si sat down on the ground and patted the seat next to her. "Your Highness, please sit down as well."

The ground near the lake wasn't dirty; it was covered in grass.

Your Highness can enter and leave the palace, go to the battlefield, fight the insectoids, sleep on the filthy ground, and sit on the ground without any pressure.

He sat down, but not in the spot where Jiang Si patted her hand, because that spot was too close to her and not within the bounds of etiquette and safety.

Serious, with sound values, upholding the glory of the empire, and staying away from ginger.

It was within Jiang Si's expectations. One day, she would sit next to him, and he would definitely do so willingly.

"Have you eaten, Miss Ajahn?" Agares picked up her chopsticks, took a piece of meat, and asked Ginger.

After tasting a couple of bites of the ginger shreds while they were grilling, I smiled at him and asked, "Everyone says that cooks never lack food. Do you know why?"

Agares shook his head. "I don't know!"

The prince, who had no sense of humor, made Jiang Si laugh out loud. She said, "Because the cook has to taste the saltiness. He takes a bite from the left and a bite from the right, and then he's full."

Agares paused for a moment, then said, "So that's how it is."

Jiang Si urged him, "Eat quickly, it won't taste good when it gets cold."

As she spoke, she took out a bright red apple and a fruit knife from her spatial storage, bent her knees, and began peeling the apple.

Agares put the snake meat in his mouth; it was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with a spicy flavor—the flavor of chili peppers, which he had eaten in Miss Ajahn's dormitory.

Jiang Si glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. It was just an ordinary plate of grilled meat, but he treated it with such seriousness and solemnity, which was unexpectedly endearing.

Jiang Si peeled the apple, cut it into 8 small pieces, moved them slightly, and casually placed them on his plate.

Agares was startled and looked up at her.

Jiang Si's face was covered in crisscrossing camouflage paint, and her eyebrows curved into a smile. "The meat is too greasy. Apples can cut through the grease. Your genetic breakdown and mental agitation are more severe than any of your subordinates. Eating this will do you good."

Agares' dark eyes flickered, then returned to calm, and he said thank you: "Thank you!"

"Don't be so polite!" Jiang Si turned to the side, resting her elbow on her knee and her hand on her chin, and teased the serious Agares, "Your Highness, who cooks better, me or your wife?"

"Cough cough cough!" The spiciness of the snake meat that Agares had just chewed made him choke, and his cold, hard-featured face turned red from coughing.

Jiang Si felt like her heart was dancing, and she really wanted to scream. Her prince was so cute! It was definitely a unique experience to keep her true identity hidden when flirting with her husband.

"Are you alright?" Jiang Si asked Agares with concern, her dark eyes sparkling with amusement.

Agares stopped coughing, his face flushed red: "I'm sorry, my apologies."

Jiang Si's gaze moved from his face to his hands.

Despite coughing so violently, Your Highness still held the plate steadily. As expected of Your Highness, you are truly remarkable.

"It's nothing, I was just too abrupt in asking." Jiang Si lied through her teeth, and after finishing the lie, she added, "Your Highness's wife and I are on good terms. Only Your Highness has eaten both of our dishes. Your Highness, could you give me your opinion and tell me which is better?"

Agares let out a soft breath, looked back at Jiang Si, and said seriously, "Her, hers tastes better."

Jiang Si stared at him in shock.

It's clearly the same person.

How could he go against his conscience and show favoritism?