Bo Jichen seized the opportunity, slapped his thigh, and scolded, "Agares, didn't you promise His Majesty you wouldn't divorce the Princess Consort? Why are you still thinking about divorce every day?"

After reprimanding him, Bo Jichen instantly turned to heartbroken and indignant: "Where exactly did I go wrong in my parenting? As a soldier, you are loyal to your country, but as a husband, you are so irresponsible."

"Because of your irresponsibility, the upper beam is crooked and the lower beam is crooked, causing your subordinates to learn from you and become irresponsible. My poor darling, because of you, you're about to be labeled as a second-time bride. Is this acceptable? Is this acceptable?"

Agares' expression remained unchanged. He silently quickened the tapping motion of his left index finger on the back of his right hand, tilted his body slightly, and looked at Jiang Si: "Miss Jiang, it was my wife who told you that I'm still thinking about divorcing her every day?"

"No?" Jiang Si blinked her big, round eyes, her face full of innocence as she subtly complained to Bo Jichen, "During military training, you competed with me, hit me, kicked me, and schemed against me in order to divorce her, all just to win and get me to persuade her to divorce you, right? Has my memory deteriorated and I'm remembering it wrong?"

Agarestan said solemnly, "No, you're not mistaken. I also prepared durians, thinking back to when my wife was about to do something wrong, I made her kneel down."

Ginger shreds: "..."

Why is the art style getting weirder and weirder?

Is he implying something?

What is he implying?

Wasn't he exposing his brother-in-law's identity?

"Pfft!" Bo Jichen chuckled. "That's right, if you do something wrong, you have to kneel on a durian. Anyway, durian doesn't damage your mental strength or physical strength, but it's a very effective punishment."

"As the saying goes, the damage is not great, but the humiliation is strong. It's suitable for all ages. After kneeling, you can stew chicken with durian shell or durian meat. It's killing two birds with one stone. Agares, this is great, absolutely great."

My cheap daughter has to kneel on a durian!

This is absolutely gratifying.

It's wonderful beyond words.

Awesome.

Ginger shreds: "..."

The art style is getting increasingly off.

Something was wrong, making Jiang Si's heart pound.

Is her cheap husband testing her?

Is this a roundabout way to achieve one's goals?

Openly engaging in the activities of Bo Jichen.

Actually, is it about digging into her past?

It's not that straight men lack emotional intelligence or are completely straightforward.

Why am I now vaguely sensing that my cheap husband is a scoundrel?

Agares' lips curled into a barely perceptible smile: "Since you agree so much, it seems that the experiment you conducted with my wife at the palace was quite effective. What do you say, Miss Agares?"

“What? I said?” Jiang Si pointed at herself, alarm bells ringing, reacting extremely quickly: “I… how would I know? I’ve never been to the palace, and I don’t know that my dad knelt on durians.”

Bo Xilai didn't say he blocked him.

Can't he see her account?

How did he know that Bo Xilai knelt on durians?

Did someone else use their account to view the pictures posted by her "Zombie is not a Corpse" account?

What details were extracted from the only photo in the nine-grid image of Bo Jichen kneeling on a durian?

Bo Jichen took a deep breath and, for the sake of his pride, stubbornly refused to admit it, saying, "Agares, I've eaten durian stewed chicken, but... I've never experienced kneeling on durians, so you've asked the wrong person."

Agares raised an eyebrow, activated his personal terminal, and projected a photo of someone wearing black military pants kneeling on a durian.

"Really? I thought that my wife was a guest at the palace the other day, and the only people invited by her were His Majesty, the Empress, and you, my teacher. It turns out it was someone else, my teacher. This is something I never expected."

Bo Jichen: "..."

Traitorous disciple.

There's no need to nitpick the details to the point of being so contradictory.

Kneeling on durians is already shameful enough.

They even had to take it out and subject it to slow slicing.

Frying it on both sides is really going too far.

Jiang Si mimicked Bo Jichen's earlier chuckle when her cheap husband made her kneel on durians. Pointing at the projected photo, she exclaimed, "Daddy, that kneeling person really isn't you. If it is, admit it, and I won't laugh at you. You must be doing it for your true love, right?"

Bo Jichen: "..."

The wicked disciple and the heartless little cotton-padded jacket have seamlessly connected.

You say one thing, I say another.

It was like stabbing him in the heart, like pricking him with needles.

It reminded him of the humiliation of being tricked into kneeling on durians.

Absolutely unforgivable!

Bo Jichen ground his back teeth: "Of course it's not me, daughter. You know who I love the most. If I were to kneel on durians for the person I love, I would definitely admit it, right?"

His favorite person is His Majesty.

Jiang Si suddenly turned her head and looked at Agares: "Your Highness, Daddy said it wasn't him, so it definitely wasn't him. He wouldn't lie. We should believe him. After all, he's an elder. He knows that if you lie, your nose will grow longer."

Bo Jichen: "..."

childish.

That's how her nose will grow longer.

A heartless little cotton-padded jacket.

Liar!

Agares nodded: "Miss Ajahn is right. Although the teacher is sometimes a little cunning and a little smarter than the average person, he is an upright person. Since he says it is not true, then it is not true."

Bo Jichen: "..."

I'm so grateful to them both.

They worked together quite well.

As expected, a son grows up and is no longer under his mother's control.

A grown daughter should not stay at home.

One second she was secretly hiding her identity, and the next she was siding with her husband against the common enemy.

A man who doesn't even know what his own wife looks like, yet his actions are so hurtful.

Bo Jichen gave up on treatment and waved his hand, "Alright, alright, I'm not talking to you anymore. I'm getting old, and I get dizzy all the time. I need to go lie down in the treatment pod for a while."

“Teacher.” Agares removed the projection from the quantum computer and stopped Bo Jichen from getting up, “I have another question I would like to ask you.”

Bo Jichen, who was about to stand up, sat down again: "Ask away!"

Jiang Si heard that there was something else going on.

While relieved that I had kept my identity a secret, I also wanted to secretly gossip.

He casually pulled out two bunches of grapes from his spatial storage, handing one to Chuxi and eating the other himself, just like a member of the crowd enjoying a watermelon.

Chu Xi felt like he had been struck by luck today. Not only was a level 7 plant healer right in front of him, but she was also giving him fruits imbued with spiritual energy as if they were free.

Agares' gaze fell on his personal computer, his voice like the most precise mechanical sound, rigid and devoid of emotion: "At 5:30 this morning, I woke my wife up; she is still in the palace, in your palace."

"At 5:32, my wife called you to come and talk to me. You hung up on me, saying that you were not feeling well and needed to lie in the treatment pod. So here's the problem: from the capital star to the cold fragment star, the fastest route takes 6.5 hours, the latest 10 hours, and even at a leisurely pace it takes 7.5 to 8 hours."

"And you appeared at the appraisal office of the TuMi Auction House at 11:00 AM, and had lunch with Miss A-Jiang at the TuMi Restaurant at 11:40 AM. Please explain how you compressed the flight path so that they could arrive at Leng Suixing in less than five and a half hours?"