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The mechs' repair area was not on the support warship, but in a cleared-out area.

The mechs that needed repair were all suspended high up, making it easier for the mechanics to work on them.

So even with a ladder for maintenance, it was still very difficult for Jiang Zhixia to climb up.

She took a breath, grabbed the maintenance ladder with both hands and feet, and reached out to knock twice.

"Jiang Ting! Open the door!"

Below, the group of mechanics were terrified.

"Princess! Please come down quickly! Be careful not to fall!"

"Yes, Princess, why don't you just let the Emperor come out? Please come down first!"

They were so anxious they were pacing back and forth, their arms outstretched like mother hens protecting their chicks, afraid that the people on top would fall and get hurt.

Those two ancestors!

The general came over with a gloomy face, and without saying a word, he went into the mech that was still under repair and refused to come out, because they couldn't fix it!

One of them simply asked, "Is Jiang Ting here?" and then rolled up his sleeves and climbed up!

They dared not stop them, and they couldn't say anything either!

Jiang Zhixia didn't turn her head, waving her hand at the people below: "It's alright, it's alright, don't worry, go about your business!"

The mechanics: "..."

How could they possibly feel at ease?!

Jiang Zhixia patted the cockpit twice and then pressed her face against it to look inside.

The mech's cockpit is completely dark from the outside; you can't see inside.

But looking out from the inside, you can see it clearly.

As soon as Jiang Ting heard the sound, he looked up and saw his mistress standing on the maintenance ladder, with half of her body hanging in the air.

That beautiful face was almost right in front of me, with a pair of bright, lively eyes looking inside.

Jiang Ting: "!"

Not to mention the mechanics, even he was so frightened that he couldn't breathe.

What are Su Chen and Lu Jue doing? Why didn't they take her to rest?

"Whoosh—"

The hatch suddenly sprang open.

Before Jiang Zhixia could even see clearly, an arm reached out and precisely hooked around her waist.

The next second, they were pulled in by an irresistible force.

Then her face collided with a firm chest muscle.

Jiang Ting held her protectively in his arms, making sure she wouldn't bump into anything due to the cramped space inside the cabin.

Then he looked down at the head that had just been raised from his chest: "You..."

He swallowed the rest of his words after saying that one.

My emotions are unstable right now, and no matter what I say, my tone won't be pleasant.

I remained silent.

Jiang Zhixia got up and looked up to see the man looking down at her.

The cockpit was dimly lit, but from this angle, one could see the turbulent emotions swirling in his eyes.

"Jiang Ting, are you sad?"

Jiang Ting's eyes trembled slightly.

In the darkness, the female's eyes shone brightly, filled with undisguised worry.

Did she chase after me because she was worried about me?

The anger that had been burning within him just moments ago was instantly extinguished by half.

He exhaled, reached out and stroked her face, caressing it with his fingertips.

Then he spoke, his voice low and helpless: "No... I'm angry."

Jiang Zhixia thought for a moment and nodded.

"Yeah, don't even mention it, I'm angry too."

She looked at him earnestly, "Jiang Ting, we will definitely catch that monster."

Jiang Ting remained silent.

A moment later, he lowered his head, buried his face in her neck, and took a deep breath.

The unique fragrance flowed into my limbs and bones through my nasal cavity, gradually suppressing the surging anger.

He closed his eyes and quietly absorbed the energy for a few minutes.

When he looked up again, most of the darkness in his eyes had faded.

"I'm fine, I just need to calm down for a while, don't worry."

Jiang Zhixia looked closely into his eyes and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the man had truly calmed down.

Then she glanced around.

The mech was still under repair, so the entire cockpit was filled with a metallic and oily smell.

"This place...can it calm you down?" she asked uncertainly.

Jiang Ting nodded, his gaze falling on the control panel.

"When I was feeling really emotional, I would stay inside the mecha."

Jiang Zhixia paused for a moment, then asked tentatively.

"Before? You've had this happen before?"

Has Jiang Ting ever felt this kind of anger before?

...It's hard to imagine.

In all her memories, this man had never shown any significant emotional fluctuations.

Uh... except for the few times it happened to me.

So I was quite surprised to hear him say that.

Jiang Ting chuckled softly as he saw the surprise in her eyes.

"Of course, when I first joined the military, I also made mistakes in decision-making and judgment. I would feel angry when I saw my subordinates die in battle. At that time, there was no other way but to vent my anger through mecha warfare until the energy was exhausted."

Jiang Zhixia thought about it carefully, "...So that's why your mecha piloting is so amazing."

She truly admired this man.

The main reason for not having a beast form is that he uses mecha operation to make up for this shortcoming, but he didn't reach the position of "General" by relying solely on mecha.

No wonder he has such a cold, hard, and domineering personality; it's all been forged through such trials.

Looking at it this way, I realize that I still have a long way to go in terms of experience.

Jiang Ting clearly saw the subtle emotions that flashed across her face, and suddenly frowned.

"Jiang Zhixia".

"what?"

"You have great talent, you'll catch up with me very quickly."

He spoke with certainty, as if it were destined.

Jiang Zhixia herself was unaware that her talent for mecha had already been clearly revealed.

She carries the blood of the Empress and His Majesty in her veins; some things are innate.

For example, the powerful mental strength originated from the female queen Jiang Lin.

She also inherited His Majesty Wu Zhan's combat talent very well.

Jiang Zhixia felt a little embarrassed by his straightforward praise.

Wait a minute, didn't I come to check on Jiang Ting's condition?

Why is he comforting me instead?

"Uh... I think we should go outside," she said, turning her head to point at the control panel. "Your mech isn't fixed yet, so we can't let you vent your emotions. We're about to start fighting again, so why don't you take a break?"

Jiang Ting glanced in the direction she was pointing.

The console was completely silent; there was indeed nothing that could be done.

He sighed helplessly and reached out to pull her closer to his chest.

"Um."

When the two jumped off the mechs, several mechanics breathed a sigh of relief, their faces beaming with "These two devils are finally down."

Jiang Zhixia patted her clothes to steady herself, and when she turned around, she saw her own personal mecha.

Ah, her precious darling!

"When will my and the general's mechs be repaired?"

The technicians looked troubled upon hearing this.

"At the earliest... it will take two days."

Jiang Zhixia's brows furrowed instantly.

Two days?

"Why is it taking so long? Can't you speed it up?"

Another war is about to break out. The Federation is a disorganized mess, and the Empire will have to rely almost entirely on them in the fighting.

Are we going to have Jiang Ting continue using the spare mech?

If he damages the spare mech on the battlefield, it will be really dangerous without his beast form.

And I myself need to use a regular mech to lead the team.