Upon hearing this, Agares remained calm. He raised his hand, grasped the finger Jiang Si was pointing at, and pulled her forcefully to sit on the sofa. He said slowly and expressionlessly, "I thought that when Teacher encountered His Majesty's affairs, he would lose his composure, lose his rationality, and his fighting strength would weaken. Even his cunning and trickery would be like a dam bursting."

"I never imagined that you and your teacher were such a perfect father-daughter pair! In some things, you're not just unrelated, you're practically identical!!"

Jiang Si opened her mouth and vehemently denied it: "Stop talking nonsense. We are of different races, how can we be exactly the same?"

The scoundrel is universally acknowledged as a dog.

Where is she a dog?

She's not a dog at all, okay?

Agares flicked her forehead casually, his words concise and to the point: "Imagine!"

Ginger shreds: "!!!!"

Imagine it?

this…

this…

This, this fatal complaint from my own husband, seems undeniable.

Jiang Si's lips twitched slightly. She casually picked up a two-finger-long, dark-colored, tree-shaped object from the first-aid kit and asked, "What is this thing?"

Agares didn't even glance at her. He untied her wristband, removed the gauze, revealing the wound on her wrist. He casually covered the object in his wife's hand with it, aimed it at her wrist, and pressed down. White mist was sprayed out and landed on her wrist.

In an instant, the mist formed a thin, transparent paper on Jiang Si's wrist, and the wound was visibly healing beneath it.

Then Agares picked up other things, strange and misleading objects, which in his hands transformed into top-quality medical supplies, the contents of which were then used on her wrist.

About 10 minutes later.

Jiang Si's wrist wound healed, the scab fell off, and not even a pink scar remained.

Jiang Si's eyes widened as she stared at her smooth, uninjured wrist. She gave a dry laugh and said, "This...this...who designed these things? They look so strange and misleading."

Agares' lips curled into a barely perceptible smile: "You only find it strange and bizarre when you think about it during the day and ponder it at night."

Ginger shreds: "..."

No, she didn't think of it.

She wasn't thinking about anything.

I just thought that even an old geezer has a soft, fluffy phoenix.

That shameless blue dragon from the Fourth Civilization is always thinking about stewing meat, but she, when she met a straight man, couldn't even get a piece of minced meat or soup.

Agareston paused for a moment, then continued, "Actually, this is the latest external wound medicine researched by the military. The outer packaging design is based on the shape of common wild plants. Its purpose is to buy time for treatment in the event of being surrounded by enemy troops!"

Ginger shreds: "!!!"

Misunderstandings are really damn annoying.

The person who researched this packaging was also a top talent, the kind of talent you can't argue with.

Jiang Si threw the cylindrical spray bottle in her hand into the box: "So you just said that I promised you last night, what did I promise you last night?"

Getting drunk can lead to mistakes.

Only a few scattered images from last night flashed through my mind.

She couldn't understand how she, who used to be able to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, could become so intoxicated after just a few bottles of red wine, completely out of it and with her IQ seemingly offline.

Agares meticulously arranged the medicines in the first-aid kit, closed it, and put it into his spatial storage. He said coolly, "Oh, it's nothing serious. But you have to promise me that you'll store all the alcohol you own here temporarily, and you won't drink without my permission."

Jiang Si exclaimed, her lips practically falling apart: "Is that all? I thought you were taking advantage of me while I was drunk, shamelessly taking advantage of me!"

Agares turned around and pressed his wife, who was sitting on the sofa, against it. A hint of a smile flashed in his dark eyes as he pointed a finger at her forehead: "Princess Consort, what are you always imagining with your wild imagination?"

Jiang Si's face flushed instantly, red, hot, and embarrassed. She forced a smile, trying to pull at the corners of her mouth: "I...I...I didn't imagine anything, I didn't imagine anything."

Agares asked meaningfully, "Oh, you didn't imagine it?"

Undeterred, Jiang Si retorted, "You really didn't measure it? I'm not well-educated, don't try to fool me."

Agares pointed his finger at her forehead and tapped it twice, his deep voice filled with pleasure: "Princess, practice makes perfect."

A question mark popped into Jiang Si's mind: "Does practice lead to truth?"

“Yes, only through practice can we obtain the truth!” After tapping her forehead, Agares gently rubbed it. “There is a proverb in ancient China, the ancient Earth of the Milky Way: ‘If you rely on a mountain, the mountain will collapse; if you rely on water, the water will dry up.’ It is the most undesirable thing to rely on external forces while ignoring your own conditions.”

"Books and my own experience tell me that sovereignty is the most unbreakable thing when it is in your own hands. So, Princess, you should read more books and not hang out with your teachers. Don't believe everything you hear, don't change your mind depending on the wind, and you'll lose your way!"

Ginger shreds: "!!!!"

Does practice yield truth?

What kind of insolent and lewd words are these?

Can't we even look at this word the same way anymore?

Holy crap!

so…

Are those scattered scenes flashing through my mind just my own imagination?

What do you imagine when you're drunk?

“Stay away from your teacher from now on.” Agares looked at his little wife’s thunderstruck expression, his smile growing deeper, and said in a deep voice, “So that she won’t be led astray and go down the path of self-destruction from which there is no return.”

His words had a double meaning.

Not only did they criticize Bo Jichen, but they also subtly criticized her?

This is definitely a student-friendly approach.

He's definitely my dear husband.

Jiang Si looked at her cheap husband, whose dark eyes were full of smiles. With a face as red as a fried shrimp, she slowly reached out, wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled him close, and asked in a sticky voice, "Husband, practice makes perfect. Did you practice last night?"

Agares' eyes darkened, and his voice was hoarse: "I thought, but the conditions didn't allow it, so I didn't take any action, only collected some interest, and left some traces."

Thigh pain?

Is it interest?

Jiang Si unconsciously swallowed: "So when will you actually use real guns and ammunition in practice?"

Agares placed his hand on her waist and rubbed it against her, his eyes dark and turbulent like the sea: "The Princess Consort is not drunk, does not cheat, is not naughty, and is not limited by the fact that she is only 1.3 meters tall."