Announcement of joyful news from the front line! The commander Qi Qing won a great victory and made great achievements, and he was promoted to the youngest marshal of the empire! At the moment of national celebration, as a fateful foe of Qi Qing, Ji Xingjue glanced at the experimental project fully funded by the military, and the beeping in his heart: switch out. People from all over the empire were waiting to see Ji Xingjue’s jokes. Unexpectedly, Qi Qing came to his front door: Want funds for next year? Come here. Holding the tragic mood of being exposed to the wilderness, Ji Xingjue followed Qi Qing to the Civil Affairs Bureau. Ji Xingjue:? Qi Qing: The handwriting is more attractive. Ji Xingjue: …? People in the Imperial Capital who are eating melon seeds:???? Ji Xingjue, who was forcibly married: I gave my life to science. * People of the Imperial Capital: This must be a unique kind of revenge! Ji Xingjue, who was at his last gasp: I never thought of being retaliated like this. The marshal raised his eyebrows calmly: It’s very simple, either “live” or die.