Jiang Si twisted her wrist, and the wristband that was on her wrist fit perfectly. She didn't know what material it was, but it was sturdy yet soft. Wearing it on her wrist felt like she wasn't wearing one at all.

She shook her hand, "Honey, this isn't right. They're so weak, they can't take a beating from me!"

husband!

It's my husband!

The ruthless yet adorable girl calls her own commander "husband"!

They heard right.

The most ruthless person in the world calls his own commander-in-chief "husband"!

In other words, they were indignant for a long time, saying that their own coach had cheated on them!

Are they the clowns?

They're a married couple!

Are they rushing up to get beaten up and sent to their deaths?

Millennium's face turned pale, her legs trembled, and she involuntarily stepped backward.

Si Zhang, Rong Mengping, with a forced smile, also began to back away.

"Hey, don't go!" Jiang Si noticed they were trying to escape and said, as if things weren't serious enough, "Come here and continue to educate your commander on criminal law and marriage law. Make sure your commander clearly understands what it means to be faithful to one's spouse and not to have extramarital affairs!"

hehe!

One coach has already shown them just how red the flowers really are.

Then another ruthless person appeared; they even knew how to make a tree turn red.

In conclusion, to sum up.

Two words.

That's terrible!

"No, no, no!" Qianxi's voice trembled, his hands waving like a rattle drum: "Madam, you and the commander-in-chief go ahead with your business, I...I...we're going to beat someone up, let's go beat someone up!"

"Yes, yes, madam, you and the commander continue, continue. I'll go beat people up too. After I'm done, I'll copy the criminal law myself, kneeling on durians while copying it, copying it..."

The mischievous and dramatic Jiang Si suddenly realized something and let out a loud "Aww!" She misinterpreted everyone's meaning again: "I get it! You're all so eager for me to beat you up. Fine, honey, you come on!"

Agares saw his little wife waving her tiny paws, beckoning him to bend down. He slowly lowered his head, his dark eyes fixed on her: "What..."

With a loud "smack!" Jiang Si tiptoed and planted a quick kiss on her husband's handsome, sharply defined face. The sound was crisp and clear. After the kiss, she took off running towards Qianxi and the others, saying, "Honey, I'm going to play now. Remember to pick me up when you're done!"

Agares' pupils suddenly constricted, and his bent-over body seemed to freeze, his ear tips, neck, and cheeks quickly turning hot and red.

The members of the Hunting Legion: "..."

Damn it!

Dog food!

Madam is so skilled!

They attacked the marshal.

The lady directly fed them dog food.

So what are they doing here?

Want some dog food?

Damn it, Mor and Chu Xi who sent them messages, we have to beat them to a pulp, we absolutely have to take them down.

The group took a few steps back, their legs trembling, and turned around to run in unison, afraid that if they were too late, their commander would personally beat them.

Agares's sharply defined, cold face resembled a boiled shrimp. His stiff, stone-like body moved slowly, and he turned around, entered his room, closed the door, and went straight to the bathroom. Without even taking off his combat uniform, he turned on the cold water.

With a whoosh.

Cold water was poured over his head...

On the training ground, Mohr and the others were happily placing bets, wondering who would win if the ruthless little cutie fought the head coach.

Many people suppress the ruthless and adorable little devils, reasoning that: after all, she's their wife, and their leader certainly wouldn't beat the ruthless little devils with the same ruthlessness as he beat them.

Even more egregiously, Juejuezi logged onto the military's official intranet, making a clumsy attempt to cover up the truth by posting anonymously: "Do you believe our Marshal's wife is weak and unable to take care of herself?"

As soon as the post was published, people from other legions commented: "No way, there were rumors before that the lady had high physical strength but no mental strength, but this doesn't say that she is weak and unable to take care of herself!"

"The lady is frail and unable to take care of herself, while the commander-in-chief possesses strong willpower and a robust physique. Love alone cannot sustain a relationship; a great harmony of life and physical intimacy are essential for a lasting bond that is resistant to change!"

"For a moment, we don't know who to pity. Our commander is a little unfortunate!"

"Sigh, I used to dream that if our lady were as formidable as the inspector was not long ago, the two of them could spar from time to time, they would definitely be a perfect couple! Now, fate has played a cruel trick on us!"

Slacking off at work, with a little bun in his hair, handsome and dashing with bright eyes and brows, Bo Jichen lay there like a boneless man, his head resting on the Emperor's lap, leisurely scrolling through his personal computer.

While scrolling through the web, he came across a message on the intranet saying that the Marshal's wife was weak and unable to take care of herself. He couldn't help but laugh and exclaimed, "Darling, my daughter is weak and unable to take care of herself, but she'll beat them until they can't take care of themselves."

"Hilarious, hilarious! If the Hunter Legion knew that my daughter was a former Inspector, wouldn't they be terrified?"

The Emperor, preoccupied with imperial affairs, reached out and pushed away the head that was swaying on his lap, tossing a document from the table to him: "Your daughter, my little Sisi, if nothing unexpected happens, someone in the main hunting force should already know she's the commander-in-chief's wife!"

Pushed aside, Bo Jichen flipped over and caught the file: "Honey, are you kidding me?"

His Majesty the Emperor made no attempt to hide his disdain: "I'm just kidding. As a member of the military, you don't even know where the cadets from the top ten military academies are going for their special training. I need to reassess whether you can still serve as a general in the Imperial Guard!"

Bo Jichen: "..."

He then flipped through the documents in his hand.

I saw the military's document regarding the special training for the top ten military academy cadets.

Upon seeing the list of the top 10 military academies' culinary departments at the bottom of the document, where fewer than 500 people were required to undergo special training, he sighed, tossed the document aside, and pounced on the Emperor of the Empire, his purple eyes sparkling with excitement: "Darling, our little prince has finally figured things out! He's even learned to find food on his own! Congratulations! Let's celebrate, darling!"

The Emperor dodged, and Bo Jichen missed his target.

His Majesty the Emperor stood high above, looking down at Bo Jichen, who was sprawled on the bench, and said arrogantly, "Are you sure he'll find food himself, instead of using this opportunity to lecture people?"

Bo Jichen: "..."

He wasn't sure.

The young prince seems to be a wax rod, he's impotent, he won't even take a bite of food offered to him!

But she couldn't tell her beloved about something so important, lest her beloved worry. Now she could only pray that her young prince would grant his adopted daughter happiness.

Bo Jichen sat up and started fiddling with the personal terminal. "I'm sure I accidentally sent him the 108 basic moves from the beginner's textbook. Now I'll send him the 24 classic moves so he knows what 'Silkworm Entanglement,' 'Somersault Butterfly,' 'Mandarin Duck Valley,' and 'Wild Horse Leap' mean..."

"I guarantee that after he finishes watching the classic 24 positions, he'll be like a wolf, using his eight-pack abs and 20cm to devour our little cutie in bed!"