After the vicious cannon fodder pampered the imperial marshal, he became popular

Chapter 150

Military district office.

Fu Ci Yan sat on the chair, staring at Yan Yi in front of him without blinking.

Yan Yi stood very straight, his brain spinning rapidly.

What's going on? What does the Marshal want him for?!

Early in the morning, he was pulled out of bed by his father and thrown over.

I don't think he has done anything recently, and the military region he is in hasn't done anything either.

Yan Yi thought about it in his mind and had no idea what was going on. After all, it was impossible for their Third Army to have any conflict with the First Army.

"Marshal," Yan Yi asked tentatively, "What do you want to see me about?"

No matter what it is, just speak up.

Don't look at him like that, he's timid.

"Wen Shishu has been looking for you often recently?" Fu Ci Yan asked.

As soon as the words came out, Yan Yi's tense nerves immediately relaxed.

He was scared to death. He thought it was something else, but it turned out to be someone asking about Miss Wen.

The Marshal was probably too busy during this period and neglected Miss Wen. As soon as he finished his work, he asked him about Miss Wen's situation.

"This period is a period of confusion for me, so I see Miss Wen often." Yan Yi said.

"Miss Wen is a very nice person. She helps us relieve stress every time and never refuses."

"Moreover, Miss Wen also helped our soldiers in the military region to remove toxins."

For this reason, the people in their military region now love Miss Wen very much.

"When was the last time you met?" Fu Ciyan asked, "Did she behave differently from usual?"

"The last time we met?" Yan Yi narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment: "Three days ago, that was the last relief from the disorder."

"As for the differences?"

Fu Ci Yan clenched his fingers below and stared at him without blinking.

Yan Yi: "There's nothing different."

Miss Wen is usually very easy-going and easy to get along with. What could be different?

Wait, Yan Yi suddenly had an idea.

It seems that there really is such a thing.

However, Miss Wen had specifically told him not to tell anyone, so he couldn't betray Miss Wen.

Fu Ciyan noticed a quick flash of unnaturalness in Yan Yi's expression: "What are you trying to hide?"

Hearing Fu Ciyan's question, Yan Yi immediately waved his hands: "No, nothing." He smiled twice to cover up: "What can I hide?"

"What did Wen Shishu say to you?" Fu Ciyan looked into his eyes and asked word by word, "Or did he ask you something?"

Yan Yi pursed his lips tightly, his eyes rolled around, but he didn't say a word.

Fu Ciyan sat in his seat, tapping his slender knuckles on the armrest. After a while, a voice rang out, "Did Wen Shishu not let you say it?"

Yan Yi: “???”

Yan Yi: “!!!”

His eyes widened instantly. No, he could discover this just by thinking about it.

Seeing his expression, Fu Ci Yan was certain almost instantly.

Wen Shishu must have said something to Yan Yi a few days ago. Perhaps we can know where she went from Yan Yi's mouth.

"Yan Yi."

Yan Yi stood up straight abruptly and said reflexively: "Marshal!"

"You haven't said it yet?"

Yan Yi felt the gaze in front of him and the strong sense of oppression, and he bit his lips hard.

As time passed, Yan Yi was screaming in his heart: Miss Wen, your husband is horrible, really horrible.

That's not what I wanted to say. He forced me to ask! He insisted on asking, and he was the Marshal. I, I, I, I, I, I, I really couldn't refuse.

Seeing that he was ready to die, Fu Ci Yan was about to give in and let it go.

"Miss Wen asked me about slave collars." Yan Yi still couldn't bear the pressure.

Fu Ciyan's expression suddenly froze when he heard this: Slave collar? !
Yan Yi had been in frequent contact with her during this period. He had been thinking whether he could get some clues from Yan Yi about where she had gone, but he never expected it would be a slave collar.

Seeing that Fu Ciyan didn't say anything and looked down, not knowing what he was thinking, Yan Yi asked tentatively: "Marshal?"

Fu Ciyan raised his eyes and looked at him: "What did she ask you?"

"Well," Yan Yi answered, "Miss Wen said that she had a friend whose partner was accidentally put in a slave collar, and she asked me if I knew how to remove it."

Since he had already opened his mouth, saying one sentence was the same as saying a hundred sentences, so Yan Yi simply told him everything.

Including what he said about the origin of slave collars and the city of Ya, Yan Yi told him everything, no matter how big or small.

As he spoke, he seemed to have thought of something and asked, "Marshal, you should also know about the slave collars. Why didn't Miss Wen come to ask you?"

Although slave collars are now banned and few people know about them, many among the upper class know about them.

If he knows all this, then the marshal must know it too.

Including the method to resolve the problem, it would be more useful to ask the marshal than to ask him about this matter.

Could it be that Miss Wen didn't tell the Marshal about his friend?

"That's all. In the end, I gave Miss Wen a pass and asked her to give it to her friend. I didn't say anything else after that." Afraid that Fu Ci Yan wouldn't believe it, Yan Yi stretched out his hand as a gesture of assurance.

"Got it. You can go back now. Thank you for what happened today."

After being thanked, Yan Yi walked out confused.

Ok?
So this trip was just to ask what Miss Wen said to him?
Then why did the marshal have such a strange expression when he heard about the slave collar?

Besides, speaking of which, he hasn't seen Miss Wen in the past two days. Where is Miss Wen?

Will Miss Wen blame herself for letting the cat out of the bag and for not keeping the secret?

The more Yan Yi thought about it, the more guilty he felt. He picked up the communicator and sent a message to Wen Shishu, confessing that he had told Fu Ci Yan about the neck ring.

But after sending the message, I never received a reply from Wen Shishu.

And in the office.

Fu Ci Yan sat on the chair, with the buttons on his neck unbuttoned at some point.

The neck ring that was hidden by the clothes was revealed.

The small panel above emitted a subtle glow, indicating the presence of spiritual power.

She was looking for a way to remove the collar, looking for a way to remove the collar for herself.

He no longer took it to heart, but she always remembered it.

She told Yan Yi that he was her friend's partner.

Maybe it’s because he doesn’t want others to know that he has a collar.

She went looking for it alone and didn't let anyone tell.

Is it because you want to give yourself a surprise?

She was trying so hard to find a way to remove the collar.