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Early in the morning, Feng Qingyue got herself ready in a great mood, tied her hair in a high ponytail, and went out.

As I approached the lab entrance, I heard a series of unfriendly discussions coming from inside.

Did she really achieve this?

"How could that be? She looks like that; she'd probably burst into tears if you touched her."

[Yeah, is she just trying to fool us with something?]

[Sister Su, come quick! This Feng Qingyue is definitely an imposter! We have to expose her.]

Susan had a dark expression on her pretty face. Others might not know it, but she was very familiar with the sap of that exotic plant.

The materials in this material collector are genuine!

She needed that thing to barely succeed, so how could that woman possibly do it?!

Listening to the chattering inside, Feng Qingyue curled her lips into a mocking smile. She slowly and deliberately tidied her hair in front of the camera, then swiped her card and pushed open the door in one smooth motion.

The sounds inside stopped abruptly, and the lab technicians' gazes, filled with either envy or amazement, fell upon the young girl who had just entered.

The little girl wore a well-fitting white coat, revealing her shapely and slender calves, and the ornament on her left ankle gave her a flamboyant and lively beauty.

Behind her was the glaring white light from outside the laboratory office, which shone on her back and blurred her figure.

She was like a goddess, born from the glow of dawn, bathed in radiance.

Her long, golden hair, which had always been loose at the back of her head, was now tied up high, revealing her fair and delicate neck.

Those blue eyes seemed to contain the stars and the sea, dazzling and captivating, while her pink lips curved into a rather unfriendly smile, exuding a mysterious and powerful aura.

Feng Qingyue slowly glanced around, only stopping when she saw Susan sitting in her seat.

She walked with captivating charm and graceful sway in her high heels.

She walked right up to Susan and pointed to the material collector: "Minister, I've successfully completed the mission. You can't say I slowed down your experiment."

Sensing the scent of the holy grass on Susan, Feng Qingyue's smile deepened, and her mood brightened as well.

Thinking of something, she tapped her slender finger on the personal terminal: "I need to ask for leave today. I have already asked Teacher Chenyu for permission. Here is the leave slip."

Cherish the present; even lord-level beasts have adapted to local customs and abided by the complex and numerous rules of humans.

Despite mentally ranting a thousand times, Feng Qingyue remained outwardly composed, her face beaming with an innocent smile.

Susan really didn't want to see her right now, so she simply processed it on her personal terminal: "Okay, goodbye."

Feng Qingyue said "Oh," and kindly reminded her, "I took the afternoon off, and I still have to stay here now."

Seeing Susan's face turn red with anger, Feng Qingyue happily sat in her seat, crossed her legs, and tapped on the screen.

Feng Qingyue scrolled to the bottom of the chat box and found someone: "Marshal, are you free this afternoon? I would like to meet with you to verify some information."

After sending the message, Feng Qingyue sighed deeply at her own words.

It's true, it's only because she obeys the law. If it were her friends, they probably wouldn't have bothered to say a word, they would have directly used their mental power to search for her location, found her, and launched a powerful attack without giving her any time to react.

While Feng Qingyue was still marveling at how well-behaved she was, the Federal Military was on the verge of exploding because of the news about her.

Since Ji Yuan returned to the Federal Military Headquarters, all the officers in the headquarters have been living in fear, afraid that if they do something wrong, they will be dragged into devilish training by their own marshal.

During today's routine meeting, an officer gave an incorrect order while handling an incident.

He was sitting in his seat, trembling with fear, glancing occasionally at the man in the main seat, feeling saddened by the grueling training he was about to face.

The man sitting in the main seat had handsome features, and beneath the brim of his hat were a pair of cold, dark red eyes. Below his high, straight nose, his thin lips were tightly pursed, clearly indicating that he was somewhat angry.

He was dressed in a black military uniform, solemn and dignified. His gloved hand rested on the table, his index finger tapping the table absently, producing a dull sound.

The officers sitting below didn't dare to breathe. These men, who were brave and fierce on the battlefield, were now cowering like quails, looking docile and adorable.

The man's voice was cold and clear, and he spoke slowly and deliberately, but the powerful aura he exuded was chilling.

The officers exchanged knowing glances with each other as they looked at Rivi, who was sitting next to the marshal: "Lieutenant Rivi, you'd better think of something!"

Lieutenant Rivi turned his head away from them: "Sorry, brothers, I had no choice."

The atmosphere in the conference room was serious, and the officers dared not utter a sound.

Just then, the computer emitted a notification sound.

The officers all turned their heads slightly to the left and right in alarm: Oh no, who's so bold as to not turn on the mute?

They exchanged glances and realized that none of them were particularly brave. They silently looked at the man sitting in the main seat.

The meeting room was completely silent; no one dared to utter a sound.

The man frowned and turned on his personal terminal with displeasure.

It's unclear what message he saw, but he paused noticeably while scrolling through the messages. Then, the man's gaze softened instantly, and a faint smile seemed to linger on his lips.

With his smile, the previously cold and serious atmosphere of the meeting seemed to vanish in an instant.

The officers looked at each other, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Can someone tell them who this person is? Not only can they send messages to the Marshal directly during the meeting, but the Marshal also replies instantly and doesn't even get angry!

It's worth noting that His Majesty Joyce had previously sent messages to the Marshal during routine meetings, but the Marshal had simply ignored them, essentially ignoring them even after they were read.

Now, the Marshal has promptly responded to the message during the routine meeting!

Ji Yuan replied with feigned modesty, "You can come over when you're free and at home."

Then he turned off the personal terminal and intended to continue the meeting.

It was clear that his mind was no longer on the meeting; Ji Yuan was caught in a dilemma.

Was I too cold just now? Did the little girl think I didn't welcome her? Did I not say enough just now?

These questions clearly stumped the Federation's First Marshal, Ji Yuan, who waved his hand impatiently: "That's all for today's meeting, meeting adjourned."

Filled with curiosity and excitement at discovering a great secret, the officers left the conference room with serious expressions and immediately gathered in small groups to discuss the shocking scene that had just unfolded there.

In the conference room, Ji Yuan stood with his hands clasped together, his expression serious, and a hint of red on the tip of his ear betrayed his inner turmoil.

Just now, the little girl said to him: "Want to go out?" Marshal.

If Feng Qingyue could hear his thoughts, she would be furious. She said so much, and all he saw was "Want to hook up?"

Levi sat beside the silent abyss, feeling a little tormented.

Ji Yuan seemed to realize something, so he turned to Li Vie and instructed him, "Lieutenant Li Vie, my schedule for this afternoon is canceled. I need to go home and take care of some things."

Reeves nodded, resignedly accepting this arduous task.

Behind every marshal's dashing demeanor are countless adjutants who have sacrificed for him!