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Standing where he was, Wen Sen could faintly smell the fragrance of peach blossoms in the air.

It was the new aroma that suddenly appeared on His Highness.

Wen Sen has always felt that this smell is a bit soft, which does not fit his current identity.

But as long as His Highness likes it, it doesn't matter how it tastes.

As the starship escorting Zong Zhengyue left the space port, some of the onlookers whispered and some cheered.

Only Zongzhenghe was quiet because of the nearly half-meter vacuum.

Wen Sen was in the crowd and heard the soldiers denouncing Zong Zhengyue. Among the many legions present, none of them had been denied military expenses.

The "he" they talked about was no longer Zong Zhengyue alone, but all the nobles and councilors who had withheld military expenses or delayed supplies.

The contradiction between the military department and the parliament has unknowingly reached the point of mutual disgust.

In the past, the First Legion and the Marshal were on top, but the others dared not speak out.

Now that the marshal is exiled, and the First Army is almost disorganized, the suppressed contradictions will surface sooner or later.

When Wen Sen left the space port, he walked with the deputy commanders of two other legions. Perhaps they were all stimulated by the scene of complaining together just now. They were imparting "experience" to Wen Sen along the way.

"If the mecha prompts that the energy is insufficient, you can try using energy ore slag, crush the ore slag into powder and add it to the energy liquid."

"Although it will damage the mech, it's still good for first aid."

"If the light energy is not enough to run, you can try to modify it, you can increase the energy storage, and it can emit more than twice the power - you only need to store one-third more energy."

Wen Sen listened in silence all the way, pursing his lips at some point.

Since he put on the military uniform, he has been working beside Zongzhenghe. Even though there are still intrigues between the nobles and the parliament, no one has ever dared to withhold the military funds of the guards in the open.

The lives of those soldiers guarding the borders of the empire may not be worth a penny in the eyes of nobles.

The two deputy army commanders talked all the way to the military headquarters, and then stopped to impart valuable experience.

Wen Sen went to the conference room on the top floor for a meeting, while the two exchanged glances and went to the rest room on the second floor, where many people were already waiting.

"Did you make it?"

"All that needs to be said has been said, and it depends on what he thinks."

"Hey, the Third Legion has suffered so much from getting stuck in military supplies. I hope he can hold his hand high in the future."

It seems that in the military department, most people think that the Third Army led by Wen Sen is most likely to become the next "Noble Legion".

Today's military meeting rarely gathered nine regimental commanders. Wen Sen sat at the end of the long table, and he couldn't see a single officer who was not a general at a glance.

If a star thief dared to blow up the military building at this time, the empire would be in chaos tomorrow.

What they discussed today was mainly the successor to the post of marshal, and the nine legion commanders present were all candidates.

Although Wen Sen's seat is at the back, he is one of the core figures in today's discussion.

One of the candidates was the oldest commander of the Second Army, one was the commander of the Seventh Army who had just made great achievements this year, and the third was Wen Sen himself.

However, this meeting is destined not to be taken over - the marshal is not determined by their internal election.

Except when he made some irrelevant comments when he was named, Winson kept one hand under the conference table at other times.

His Highness sent him a message just now, asking if he was free tonight.

Is Your Highness asking him to meet at night?

It should be, otherwise why would you ask him if he is free at night, maybe His Highness wants to have dinner with him, maybe they can take a stroll under the starry sky.The weather in Imperial Star has been exceptionally good recently, and there must be a sky full of stars tonight.

Of course, this refers to the part of the uncovered corridor that runs from the dining room to the study.

Wen Sen didn't have the guts to invite His Highness to take a walk together.

The content of today's meeting is not important. The highest level of protection is not turned on in the meeting room, and the signal is unimpeded.

Wen Sen's reply message was edited back and forth seven times before it was finally sent out.

——Your Highness, I have no arrangements tonight, and I am happy to serve you.

The moment Wen Sen clicked send, he felt his face heat up.

Fortunately, he also knew that the place he was in was the conference room, or the conference room where the meeting was taking place, and the expression on his face managed to maintain his composure.

If it was in his own office, I'm afraid his face would be pale pink by now.

This is the first time he has sent such a "joking" sentence in the communication with Zong Zhenghe.

If you look up the chat records of the two, you will find that the conversation between them is extremely "businesslike".

However, every time Wen Sen received a message from Zong Zhenghe, the response time was no more than a minute at the latest - Zong Zhenghe knew the time when Wen Sen was on a mission better than anyone else, and he would not send him a text message during that time period.

Zongzhenghe had just returned to the palace when he received Wen Sen's message. He looked at the sudden answer and smiled inexplicably.

His gloved thumb slid across the optical brain screen, pausing for a moment on the last few words.

——After the military meeting is over, I will wait for you in the palace.

Zong Zhenghe's reply was no longer in the commanding tone of the past, but also softened.