The secretaries: "!!!!"

They are civilian employees.

Not a military profession!

There is training, but it can't be compared to that of a military professional.

Pshaw.

Is training the focus?

The key point is that after training, you also need to examine the brain.

The marshal was implying that they were mentally deficient, not that they had a mental illness.

"Honey, are you done explaining?" Jiang Si walked out with the Agares military jacket in her hand. She glanced at the group of people, who looked like wilted eggplants, their heads hanging low and their backs hunched over. She then asked them a question.

Agares took the coat, put it on, and said coldly without expression, "The explanation is complete."

Agares put on his coat, and Jiang Sijian hooked her arm around his, smiling happily with narrowed eyes. As if things weren't serious enough, she added fuel to the fire: "Gentlemen, next time if you have any questions, you can ask your marshal directly. For example, if you think your marshal is being cuckolded, you can ask him directly. My husband isn't a venomous snake or a ferocious beast, nor is he a weapon of mass destruction. If you ask, he will definitely answer your questions in detail."

Everyone: "..."

Who would dare think the marshal was being cuckolded?

Can he really be cuckolded?

I never thought about it, never even considered it.

Madam, don't talk nonsense. They don't want to copy the criminal code.

Jiang Si continued, pouring another bucket of oil: "In the future, please, please don't do what you did today, making up stories and discussing them. After all, spreading rumors only takes a few words, but debunking them takes a lot of effort."

"Today, it's thanks to you all asking me first that I was able to make up some ideas on a small scale and not go out and publicize them. Otherwise, it would have caused damage to not only my reputation but also my husband's."

“My husband is a marshal and a prince of the empire. Regardless of his status, he represents the empire to the outside world. If his reputation is damaged, the empire’s face will be damaged. If the empire’s face is damaged, it will affect everyone and all aspects of society!”

Everyone: "..."

They were wrong.

They were really wrong.

How could a marshal have an affair?

Why would a marshal have a mistress?

Just kidding.

so…

They really didn't want to copy the criminal law.

Madam... please stop talking, please stop talking.

“What you say is true, Madam.” Agares placed his hand on the hand that was holding his arm, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, and said coldly, “Spreading rumors and causing trouble constitutes intentional defamation and the crime of fabricating false terrorist information. None of you have a thorough understanding of the Empire’s criminal law!”

Everyone: "!!!!"

Ahhh.

Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes.

No, no, no.

They don't want to copy the criminal law, not at all.

They realized they were wrong, they realized they were wrong, and they stopped making up stories.

However, Agares could not hear the prayers and shouts of the crowd. After he finished speaking, he paused for a moment and continued coldly: "In order to make everyone more aware that spreading rumors and causing trouble is a criminal offense, I would like to trouble you all to hand-copy the Imperial Criminal Code."

"After you have finished copying, please post it on the military intranet so that others can also admire your handwriting."

With tears in their eyes, everyone responded, "Yes!"

After hearing their response, Agares looked down at his wife, who was holding his arm, and said, "Let's go, it's time to go home!"

Jiang Si exclaimed, "Isn't it 40 minutes until I get off work?"

“Yes, I know there are still 40 minutes left!” Agares said, straightening his back, and turned to leave with his wife. Instead of taking the elevator, they took the stairs in the middle of the military building and went down one floor.

Everyone watched the marshal and his wife leave with tears in their eyes. Once they were out of sight, tears streamed down their faces, and they started blaming each other: "We told you, we told you to stop imagining things! Stop imagining things! But you insisted on imagining things, and then you asked the wife about it. Now your imaginations have run wild!"

Someone wiped away tears: "Who's to blame? Who's to blame? How could I have known that the Madam would play by her own rules and throw out the Marshal, the ultimate trump card!"

"You guys said they were doing well, then they divorced and remarried. What's going on between the ex and the current partner? It's really easy for people to misunderstand, okay?"

"Romantic pleasures, romantic pleasures, romantic pleasures—this is the romantic pleasures of the Marshal and his wife. What do you single dogs know? Hurry up and get to work. After that, you still have to train and copy criminal laws."

"Wait, wait, isn't there an elevator? Why is the marshal taking his wife up the stairs, and the middle one in the military headquarters building? I don't understand."

"You're stupid, that's why you can't see it. The Marshal is clearly showing off his affection with his wife, wanting everyone in the military headquarters to know... that his wife is accompanying him to work!"

"Hehe, I got it, I got it. We get off work at 4:30, and it's 3:50 now. Our military headquarters building is tall enough that even if the marshal walks for half a minute on each floor, he'll have to delay getting off work. What if the marshal takes his wife for a stroll around the building and stops on each floor for a few seconds or a minute to look around? Well, then the marshal and his wife will definitely have to work overtime."

"So... single people, why bother with those who have partners? They call it fun, fun, fun. Why are we getting involved? Let's just leave it at that and get on with what we're doing. Otherwise, they might copy a marriage law and we'll be doomed."

Everyone: "..."

I felt a shiver run through my body.

The criminal law is already so thick.

They even copied the Marriage Law.

This is going to kill someone.

Get to work, get to work!

The military headquarters building has elevators and staircases. The staircases are in the middle of the building, leading to the top floor. They meander down to all floors, and you can see the entire staircase from the window or outside.

Jiang Si was originally holding Agares' arm, but when they went down the stairs, they ended up holding hands. She was puzzled, since the elevator had been going down and coming back up in less than two minutes.

Take the stairs...

The military headquarters building is tall enough that it would take at least half an hour to walk down without stopping. If you stop and look around, it would take more than half an hour!

Sure enough, after going down to the next floor, I met people and greeted them.

Agares introduced himself to the others again, and then more came out. Well, a minute had passed.

Then you go down another floor, meet more people, and have to greet them again.

Anything that Jiang Si glanced at, Agares would take her to examine closely, tracing its origins and explaining why it was placed there.

It happens once or twice, and it happens three or four times as well.

Jiang Si was so flustered that she didn't dare to look around.

Not only did people not dare to glance around, but everyone in the building started slacking off at work. They either peered out the window at the stairs, stood at the door looking up, or took this document and this tablet and deliberately walked to the stairwell, pretending to bump into each other and say hello.

After finally getting down 10 floors, 20 minutes had already passed. How could I possibly finish the rest of the way? It's a military building where you can't get off work at 4:30, 5:30, or even 6:30.

If we go back to the palace and then go home, it will be past midnight by the time we have dinner. We'll starve to death. Jiang Si was almost depressed from walking so much. She stopped and tugged at Agares' sleeve.

Agares glanced at her and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Si looked around and was about to reach the next floor. She was almost there by the stairwell and was just waiting for them to come down so she could say hello.

Jiang Si looked away, tilted her head back, and said in a sweet, soft voice, "Honey... can we take the elevator? My feet hurt..."

Jiang Dandan: "..."

Auntie's feet hurt?

Should we give her some more spiritual energy in return?

Without hesitation, Jiang Dandan, taking advantage of being an invisible egg, slid from Jiang Si's shoulder to her stomach, rubbing against her and channeling her mental energy.

Ginger shreds: "..."

My stomach feels very comfortable.

I'm speechless.

Who let this egg fall?

She grabbed the eggs and stuffed them into her pocket.

Jiang Dandan: "..."

It was quite sudden.

It's getting dark!

"Honey, let's take the elevator." Seeing her husband staring at her without moving, Jiang Si initially tugged at his sleeve, but now she was shaking his arm, meowing like a kitten, "My feet hurt, they really hurt, okay? Can we take the elevator?"

Agares' dark eyes darkened as he took off his military jacket.

Ginger shreds: "..."

Why take off your coat when using the elevator?

Does being cute and charming not work?

Do we need to be more violent, more brutal?

Just as Jiang Si was figuring out how to snarl and force her cheap husband to take the elevator, Agares, who had taken off his coat and put it in his spatial storage, took out a large, thin towel from the storage device, wrapped it around Jiang Si's lower body (which was covered by a skirt), bent over, and pulled her onto his arm.

Caught off guard and suspended in mid-air, Jiang Si wrapped her arms around his neck, "Husband..."

"Yes, I'm here." Agares replied expressionlessly, lifting his foot as he walked down the stairs, saying, "Next time your foot hurts, tell me earlier, don't suffer in silence!"