Agares tightened his grip, refusing to release Jiang Si's left hand. His sharp eyes lowered as he stared at the murderous blade looming between them. "There are no satellites pointing at you from the sky, nor are there any stealth fighters!"

Jiang Si twisted her left wrist, breaking free from Agares's large hand, and took three steps back to increase the distance between them.

With a clang, the Tang sword in her hand was slammed to the ground. Jiang Si braced her palm on the hilt of the sword, exuding a powerful and chilling aura. She asked slowly and deliberately, "Oh, so it was after I came to you and got together with you that the satellites and stealth fighters stopped working?"

"Or do you think I'm angry, that I'm annoyed, and that's why you've removed the satellites and stealth fighters?"

Agares looked at his clingy, sweet wife, who was three steps away from him, preferring to be a couch potato rather than get up. His voice deepened, and he said truthfully without any concealment, "I've removed the satellites and stealth fighters. They will never follow you again. You are free."

Jiang Si chuckled self-deprecatingly, "I am free, Marshal Agares. What have I done that makes you even monitor my bedroom and keep me under constant surveillance?"

"What have I done this time that makes you go to such lengths as to use your special privileges to monitor me with satellite stealth fighters?"

“Jiang Jiang…”

Jiang interrupted him, her anger barely contained: "Don't call me, you've disappointed me too much."

As soon as she finished speaking, without even glancing at Agares's slightly swaying figure, she strode into the room at a very fast pace.

After a moment of surprise, Agares lifted his foot to follow.

As if she had eyes in the back of her head, Jiang Si turned her head and looked at him coldly. "Marshal Agares, I don't want to see you today. If you come into the room, I'll leave."

Agares' raised foot abruptly fell back to its original position.

After making her threat, Jiang Si stepped into the house without looking back, slamming the two doors shut with a bang.

Jiang Dandan: "!!!!"

Even a good-for-nothing like him knows that women need to be coaxed.

Even without a mouth, you can still act cute by swaying left and right, wiggling your hips, and twisting your waist.

Uncle Dog is such a big guy with such a big mouth, why doesn't he know how to speak?

Sigh, this generation of uncles is so hard to manage.

It's all the fault of that dog dad. He teaches his students everything, but he forgot to teach them emotional intelligence.

Uncle Dog is a failure, not even as good as an egg.

Imperial Marshal Prince Agares stood at the doorway, staring at the tightly closed gate.

A maid at Abel Manor peered through the window and whispered to Hilt, "Chief Steward Hilt, the Princess and the Marshal are arguing. If they start fighting, whose side should we take?"

Hilt glanced at the maid: "If those two are going to fight, of course we'll side with the Princess. His Majesty gave the order himself."

The maid nodded hurriedly: "Oh, oh, oh, then I'll go tell the others that the Princess Consort and the Marshal had a fight, and that no one should sleep, in case the Princess Consort has no one to help her if a fight breaks out."

Hilt waved his hand: "Go quickly!"

The maid quickly left with small, quick steps.

Hilt slowly closed the small window, then sent a message to Bo Jichen, acting like a traitor who betrayed his own people.

Unable to sleep in the middle of the night, Bo Jichen was checking files and information when he heard his personal terminal buzz. He opened it and, to his surprise, his wicked disciple had been chased out the door by his precious eldest daughter!

He deserves what he got.

After cursing him for deserving it, Bo Jichen rolled his eyes and pulled out a large durian and a large steel washboard from his spatial button.

He carried a durian in one hand and a washboard in the other, walked out of the room, called someone over, placed the washboard in that person's hand and the durian on the washboard, and said to the person, "Send these two things to Marshal Agares at Abel Manor!"

The durian washboard was presented to Marshal Agares. The guards, not daring to slack off, received the order and quickly left for Abel Manor.

Jiang Si entered the house, slammed the door shut, and went straight to the bedroom on the second floor. Without even turning on the light, she kicked off her shoes, collapsed onto the bed, pulled up the blanket, and started sleeping while holding Jiang Dandan.

More than two hours later, Bo Jichen, who was fighting against the darkness, received a photo taken by Hilt. The photo showed the Imperial Marshal Prince, wearing military trousers, military boots, and a dark green shirt, with his thin lips tightly pursed, a cold and stern face, and his back straight, kneeling on a huge durian.

"Hahaha!" Bo Jichen laughed so hard he slumped back in his chair, slapping his thigh hard. "This wicked disciple has finally met his match! He's finally met his match!"

"Hahaha, let's see if he calls me 'teacher' when he needs something and 'sister-in-law' when he doesn't. If we disagree, he'll even drag his cheap, leaky, and cunning eldest daughter into making him kneel on a washboard. Durian."

"Hmph, what goes around comes around. You're still too green, kid. You can't even keep your wife happy. You're still a complete failure!"

"Who are you calling a failure?" His Majesty the Emperor, with soft hair, hazy eyes, and a languid voice, asked Bo Jichen from the inner room, "General Bo Jichen, what are you muttering about? Don't you want people to get some sleep?"

Bo Jichen's voice abruptly stopped, and he turned his head away, his eyes instantly darkening...

His darling was wearing a loose, oversized shirt, completely naked, alluring without realizing it—it really tested his stamina!

Jiang Si was sleeping in bed, and Yan Liu automatically enveloped the bed, creating a quiet environment for her. Even if Agares was kneeling on the durian outside the door, or even kneeling at the head of her bed, she couldn't hear or see him. She was completely absorbed in playing chess with the Duke of Zhou to relieve her boredom.

She slept soundly until dawn, then went to the bathroom, got into the sink, and took a comfortable bath.

Ginger Egg swayed back and forth in the water.

Jiang Si opened her personal computer, logged in, and browsed the online hot topics. She found that Jiang Si from the Abel Galaxy was the hot topic online.

This young girl is live streaming. She's hiding her IP address. When I clicked into her live stream, I found that the number of viewers was in the tens of millions.

Jiang Si from the Abel Galaxy, resembling a small white flower, wore a white dress and had long, straight black hair. She wasn't wearing makeup, and her soft voice, devoid of any intentional aggression, interacted with viewers in the live stream: "Thank you for your concern, everyone. Although I'm currently at the Supreme People's Procuratorate, I am free. As you can see, I can still do live streams. I believe Her Majesty the Empress is fair and just, and the Imperial Law is also fair and just."

"Yes, this friend is right. The truth will out. I am Jiang Si, Marshal Agares' wife. This is an indisputable fact that no one can change."

"Hey guys, I'm not being unreasonable. That fake... no... that fake Jiang Si who had plastic surgery to look like me, as long as she admits her mistake and confesses, I'll forgive her and won't hold her too responsible."

Many viewers in the live stream sent comments like, "Ahhh, Miss Jiang Si, you are so gentle! Oh my god, this is the Princess Consort I have in mind! The previous one was too violent and fierce. She didn't know any rules and didn't act like a Princess Consort at all."

"My God, they have the same face, so why is Miss Jiang Si so gentle, while the other one is so fierce?"

"Upstairs, General Bo Jichen, Your Majesty, and His Excellency Gong Ming have all supported the Princess Consort, which means she is indeed Bo Jiangjiang, not some imposter Jiang Si."

"And this Ms. Jiang Si in the live stream, can you please stop being so green tea and so bitchy? You said our Princess Consort had plastic surgery and ended up looking like you? Do you even have eyes? The Princess Consort looks younger and more youthful than you."

"Look at your neck wrinkles, your forehead wrinkles, and that affected, deliberately weak voice you're using—it's absolutely disgusting! And you dare compare yourself to His Highness? What makes you think you can compare?"

"Those bootlickers upstairs, I've taken screenshots of your IPs and your comments. I'll send them to Mr. Xia Pu, CEO of Dafabet Mall, and have Dafabet Mall blacklist you so you can never buy fruit or mutated vegetables again!"

"The person upstairs is awesome! Those sycophants upstairs, His Highness is right, they've been spoiled rotten by too many mutated fruits and vegetables, they've forgotten how they used to call me 'Daddy'."

"Don't fight, don't fight!" Jiang Si from the Abel Galaxy saw the barrage comments that were all teasy and manipulative, portraying her as weak and helpless, and her eyes turned red with anxiety: "It's all my fault, it's all my fault, everyone please don't fight over me."

"I'm not as good as everyone says. Jiang Si, who had plastic surgery just like me, does have her advantages. She knows how to farm and is friends with the newly promoted 7th-level plant healer. These are things I don't have."

“I admit and don’t deny that she is excellent. I have no other malicious intent. I just want to reclaim my identity and don’t want someone else to take it from me without my knowledge.”

"Moreover... Marshal Agares is so outstanding, even if his fertility rate is 0, I still like him, I am happy, and I am willing to spend my whole life with him."

Ginger shreds: "..."

This is fucking awful!

What a fucking bitch.

She's been attending advanced training at the Supreme People's Procuratorate these past few days, hasn't she?

The Supreme People's Procuratorate is indeed the territory of scoundrels; once you go in, you become a green tea b*tch and a white lotus bitch.

Thinking back to how Jiang Si from the Abel Galaxy had acted so fiercely and arrogantly in front of her, as if she wanted to exile and imprison her in the 18th level of hell so that she would never be reincarnated.

Now they're playing the victim, acting pitiful, and being manipulative.

but…

Her pitiful, manipulative, and weak nature is indeed very appealing, especially to men.

Some men are just attracted to her. A few calls of "brother" and they get so happy they lose their sense of direction and even forget who they are.

Jiang Si exited the Abel Galaxy's live stream, reached out and flicked out a wisp of spiritual energy to envelop Jiang Dandan, then took out a white lotus seed from her spatial storage.

The seed sprouted in her hand, grew leaves, blossomed, formed a lotus seedpod, and matured.

In the blink of an eye, a handful of lotus seeds were in hand.

Jiang Si held a handful of lotus seeds, which sprouted anew, grew leaves, and blossomed.

A handful of lotus seeds turned into more than a dozen white lotus flowers.

She placed the white lotus flower aside, stepped out of the bath, picked up a towel, and noticed that her body and the twins' bellies were changing every day without fail.

A pleated skirt that didn't reach her knees, a loose sweatshirt, slouch socks, ankle boots, and slender limbs—her protruding belly was not noticeable.

Jiang Si patted her belly and warned, "Kids, don't move around unless necessary. Stay inside and behave yourselves, or if someone finds you, they'll kill you all!"

Jiang Dandan: "!!!!"

Pshaw, pshaw, pshaw.

Where is it so bloody?

It corrupts the little brat.

Jiang Dandan rubbed against her stomach, rubbing left, right, up, and down, radiating spiritual energy that seemed to say to the babies inside: "I won't listen, I won't listen, you're just a bastard chanting scriptures! I won't listen, I won't listen, you're just a bastard chanting scriptures! I won't listen, I won't listen, you're just a bastard chanting scriptures!"

Jiang Si carried out with a dozen or so white lotus flowers, ignoring the egg that was rubbing against her stomach. Anyway, the egg was invisible on her stomach and didn't bother her at all.

"Your Highness." Hilt stood at the top of the stairs, looking at the young prince carrying flowers as he came down, and respectfully greeted him, asking guidingly, "Are you going out after breakfast, or now? May I open the door?"

Jiang Si went down the stairs and glanced at the door in the distance: "Open the door, I'm not going out for now, I'm just going to the kitchen!"

Hilt quickly replied, "Yes, Your Highness, please wait while I open the door!"

Ginger shreds: "..."

He opened the door.

She went to the kitchen.

Is there any necessary internal logical relationship between the two?

Why should we wait for him to open the door?

It won't open if I don't wait for him?

What bad habit?

Jiang Si didn't wait for him and turned the corner to walk towards the kitchen.

The gate opened, and the Imperial Marshal Agares, who was kneeling on the durian with his back straight and still able to handle official business, looked up. He did not see his little wife, but only Hilt, the chief steward of Abel Manor.

Agares put away the holographic virtual keyboard in front of him. "Where is the Princess?"

Hilt replied respectfully, "Reporting to the Marshal, the Princess Consort has gone to the kitchen."

Agares frowned and waved his hand.

Hilt took a few steps back and went inside.

Agares raised his personal terminal and made a video call to his teacher.

The call connected, and Bo Jichen, thinking that his wicked disciple had been kneeling on a washboard all night, and that his precious daughter had forgiven him, immediately exclaimed, "Baby, no need to thank me. Keep the washboard for yourself, you might need it later!"

Agares's voice was deep: "Teacher, she hasn't forgiven me. She won't even look at me!"

Bo Jichen sat up abruptly: "It's understandable that she doesn't forgive you, but it's illogical that she doesn't even look at you... Wait, Agares, where are you kneeling?"

Agareston paused for a moment: "At the entrance of the Abel Manor!"

Bo Jichen, his drowsiness vanished, raised his voice: "You knelt at the door of the house in Abel Manor, not at the bedroom door, not by the bed?"

Agares stiffened, and answered curtly, "Yes!"

Bo Jichen almost choked on his own blood while watching this on screen. Kneeling on a washboard and durian is just playing the victim, it's shameless.

Good heavens, he's shameless, but he's kneeling at the door of the house while his eldest daughter sleeps in bed, which is drafty.

His attempts to elicit sympathy went unnoticed, so his kneeling was in vain; he achieved nothing.

Oh dear, how could General Bo Jichen, who was famous throughout the galaxy for his dogs, have raised such a damn incompetent and unreasonable brat?

Bo Jichen sighed softly, then exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Oh my, my darling, my precious, God is indeed fair. He opened countless windows for you, but welded shut the door on your emotional intelligence."

"I'll make you kneel either at the bedroom door or beside the bed, not on a durian, a washboard, or at the front door. Who will see you kneeling at the front door?"

A flicker of annoyance flashed in Agares' dark eyes. He stood up, his legs trembling slightly. "Yes, teacher is right!"

Bo Jichen swallowed the mouthful of blood that was stuck in his throat and said earnestly, "My ancestors, let me tell you, a real man can bend and stretch. If you make your wife angry, you can make her happy. Kneeling on a durian and a washboard is not shameful. What's shameful is making your wife angry, having her run away from home, and then having to go to the crematorium to chase after her!"

Agares said in a calm voice, "Yes, I understand. Thank you, teacher. I'll bring the durian and the washboard right now, kneel down in front of her, admit my mistake, and coax her!"