Why Did The Good Ol’ Enemy Force The Marriage?

n really comfort people.

“Don’t mention this matter to other people.”

Ji Xingjue’s ear roots were still hot, so he had to grind his earlobe, and moved quietly, a little further away from Cecilie.

After passing complex buildings, and then through a forest, the shadow of the laboratory building was faintly noticeable.

Today, Qi Qing came to Ankara University to give a speech.
All the students who had no class flocked to the auditorium and it was rare for the road to be quiet with few people encountered.

However, there was an individual waiting downstairs in the laboratory building.

Cecilie glanced at the student and understandingly nodded: “I’ll go up and tell them the good news.”

Seeing her go upstairs, Ji Xingjue turned his head and looked at the girl with a reddish nose: “Cathy, why didn’t you go to the auditorium?”

The student named Cathy shook her head and hesitated a moment before speaking softly: “Professor Ji, have you received any news from Senior Yser today?”

“Sorry.” Ji Xingjue sighed slightly when he heard the name, “Still not.”

“…” The light in Cathy’s eyes dimmed a little, “Senior Yser has been missing for a long time.”

Ji Xingjue was silent for a moment, and answer evasively: “He is the best student I have ever taught.”

Cathy sniffed sadly: “Professor Ji, no matter what news you receive, you must please tell me, okay?”

Ji Xingjue smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to brush the snow on the girl’s shoulder, and said mildly: “Go back to class.”

Cathy bowed politely and left the laboratory building floor.

Ji Xingjue touched the tip of his cold nose, looking at the large rustle of falling snowflakes, he stood still downstairs for a while before moving upstairs.

Because of Qi Qing coming to Ankara University, from morning to night, there were groups of gossipers wandering around the laboratory, trying to sneak a look at Ji Xingjue’s performance and gossip.

Ji Xingjue calmly ignored this group of idlers.
As always, he stayed until he was the last to leave.
Back at his house door, as expected, he saw the adjutant who sent him home yesterday.

Damel “pa” in a salute: “Ma’am, we met again.
This subordinate, by the Marshal’s orders, is here to help you move.”

Ji Xingjue’s brain automatically transformed “provide assistance” into “coercion”, and waved his hand helplessly: “No, you wait for me here for ten minutes.”

Damel turned on the terminal, counted down ten minutes, and made a “please” gesture.

Ji Xingjue glanced at the adjutant who seemed a bit stubborn, his mouth twitched, and turned to enter the door.

Ten minutes later, Ji Xingjue carried a luggage and went out: “Let’s go.”

Damel was stunned: “Your luggage…that’s all?”

“En,” his resource data information was all in the microchip, and since there weren’t many clothes and daily necessities, there was nothing missing, Ji Xingjue said, “Let’s go, is your Marshal at home at this time?”

Damel formed a hand fist and bumped his chest lightly: “The Marshal has just taken his post, and he has a lot of meetings and entertainment.
He is not at home now.
Please rest assured.
When the Marshal was on the front line, he always said that a qualified husband will take care of family and work, and will never let you stay alone.”

It’s nice to stay home alone ah.
Ji Xingjue disagreed: “This concept is wrong, Men should pursue careers wholeheartedly.”

Damel: “?”

Qi Qing now lived in the Marshal’s Mansion which was granted by His Majesty himself.

It was located in the center of the Imperial Capital that the nobles most yearn for.
It occupied an area several hundred times higher than that of Ji Xingjue’s bachelor’s apartment with luxurious decorations.
Once you entered the gate, you would be greeted with three fountains.
It took half an hour to get from the gate to the door of the house just by walking.

Ji Xingjue looked at the sculpture at the door and found that the one in the middle was the current emperor, and couldn’t help but smile.

It seemed Qi Qing didn’t seem to have easy days either.
Looking at the sculpture, he felt that His Majesty almost engraved “Remember that I am the ruler and you are the minister” on his face.
　　
　　
Don’t celebrate too soon, things could still go wrong!
　　
The suspended car suddenly stopped and lowered.
As soon as the car door opened, Qi Qing, wrapped in the wind and snow, walked in.
Seeing Ji Xingjue smiling at the corner of his mouth, he raised his eyebrows: “My instinct tells me that your smile is because of me and contains unhealthy elements.”

Ji Xingjue seemed to be pretty out of luck.
He immediately suppressed his gleeful smile, squinted at Damel, who gave him inaccurate information, and said sincerely: “Lord Marshal, I don’t think you have worked hard enough.”

After Qi Qing returned to the Imperial Capital, he hadn’t had any rest.
With a faint black glow in his eyes, he glanced condemningly at Ji Xingjue who was full of nonsense, then sat in the passenger seat, closing his eyes and resting for a while.

After a short while, when the suspension car reached the door with the carved relief painting, Damel reminded him: “Marshal, we’re here.”

Qi Qing opened his eyes, bright and clear, not the slightest fatigue: “You can go back.”

　　
When Damel left, Ji Xingjue tugged at his luggage before realizing that―he was the only one left in this empty and huge Marshal’s mansion with Qi Qing.

……

High risk.

Qi Qing who was unmoved by the wind, picked up Ji Xingjue, who was intentionally drifting away, and pressed him in front of the iris scanner at the door: “Input.”

The electronic eyes flashed red and turned to green.
With a “beep”, Ji Xingjue had the authority to enter and exit the mansion at will.

Ji Xingjue couldn’t help turning his head: “You live here alone?”

How could he be so confident and bold to give him the authority of his own residence, wasn’t he afraid that he would slip away, or went against him?

Qi Qing paused: “Not quite.”

What did that mean?

After wearing this thermostat for too long, he couldn’t stand the severe cold in Ankara anymore.
Ji Xingjue was shivered by the cold wind.
He stopped thinking about it and stretched out his hand to push the door open.

Even if it was haunted, he had to go in, otherwise he would freeze to death at the door before waiting for Qi Qing to deal with him.

The door of the house opened, and the footsteps sank, and a cheerful and lively voice sounded: “Welcome home, Papa, you have been away for 25.3 hours!”

After a pause, the little thing that threw himself on his lap realized that he was the wrong person, however, his voice became more excited: “Mama!!!”

Ji Xingjue: “……”

It’s indeed haunted.

The author has something to say:

Ji Xingjue & Qi Qing: Yes, we have a child.

 

T/N: haha laugh while still can.
Now I’m looking forward to truth behind Duke Qi’s assassination…