In recent days, Jiang Yuechu had been living the most comfortable days since she transmigrated.
Every day, she would wake up naturally, and upon opening her eyes, there would be steaming herbal soup and refined rice porridge waiting for her.
She didn't know what was added to the herbal soup, only that drinking it made her whole body feel warm and cozy.
Her injuries were healing at an impressive speed.
Wei Qing was a good girl, with gentle brows and eyes, speaking softly and always carrying a pleasant herbal fragrance.
She would patiently cool the porridge before handing it over, meticulously wipe the corners of Jiang Yuechu's mouth, and chatter like a neighborly sister about the interesting stories of Liangzhou Prefecture.
"You have such good skin, but you don't take care of it."
While combing Jiang Yuechu's long hair, Wei Qing spoke with concern, "Once you're healed, I'll take you to the best shop in town to buy some cosmetics. A girl should always dress up."
Jiang Yuechu pursed her lips, not responding.
"By the way, you're eighteen this year, right?" Wei Qing suddenly remembered, covering her mouth with a light laugh, "Once you establish yourself in the Demon-Suppressing Bureau, if you want to find a good match, there are plenty of talented young men in Liangzhou Prefecture."
Jiang Yuechu silently drank her porridge, but the warmth in her stomach seemed to change in flavor.
If only she were still a man, how great it would be.
With her skills, she could make a name for herself in this otherworld, earning wealth beyond measure.
Then, she could marry dozens of wives.
No, not dozens, just seven or eight like Wei Qing would be enough.
Living a life of indulgence, waking to wield a sword of death, and sleeping with beauties by her side.
What more could one ask for in life?
What a pity.
She lowered her head, looking at her reflection in the soup bowl.
Her brows were delicate, her lips red, and her teeth white.
Would she ever get married?
For the first time, this question clearly lingered in her mind.
Since transmigrating, she had been struggling just to survive.
The pressure of survival made her subconsciously ignore the changes this body brought.
She still thought like a man, solving all problems in the most direct and brutal way.
Yet this world constantly reminded her.
You are a woman.
An unprecedented irritation surged from her heart.
No matter how strong a demon was, it could be killed with a single slash.
But how could she escape this deep-seated sense of dislocation?
"What's wrong? Is the porridge not to your taste?"
Wei Qing asked with concern, seeing her unmoving for a long time.
"No, it's very good."
Forget it.
Thinking about these things, could she come up with anything worthwhile?
Jiang Yuechu was not one to be overly sentimental.
When the cart reaches the mountain, there will be a way.
Anyway, she didn't need to consider these things at the moment.
At worst, if anyone dared to force her to marry in the future, she'd just cut them down with a sword.
Just as she handed the bowl back to Wei Qing, the door was pushed open.
Wei He walked in, still in his dark regular attire, his steps steady.
His presence instantly dispelled the cozy atmosphere in the room.
"Brother."
Wei Qing quickly stood up and greeted him.
Wei He nodded, his gaze falling on Jiang Yuechu, giving her a once-over.
"You look much better."
He never wasted words.
"It seems it's time for you to earn back the money spent on your medicine."
Jiang Yuechu raised an eyebrow.
Those words...
Though true, they sounded a bit odd.
Thinking this, she remained expressionless.
"At your command, sir."
"Good." Wei He was satisfied with her attitude. "Once you're healed, it's time to start working. Go to the Demon-Suppressing Bureau, report your name, and someone will guide you through the necessary procedures."
"Yes, sir."
She agreed without hesitation, ready to get out of bed immediately.
"Hey, take it slow." Wei Qing quickly supported her, unable to help but complain to her brother, "Brother, she's not fully recovered yet!"
"She won't die."
With that, Wei He turned and left.
Wei Qing sighed helplessly, taking a brand-new black and red uniform from the side.
"I'll help you put it on."
As the cool fabric touched her skin, as the waist badge and sword hung at her side, Jiang Yuechu looked at the heroic girl in the bronze mirror, and the irritation in her heart dissipated by more than half.
The person in the mirror had a high ponytail, cold eyes, and a straight posture.
"Be careful in everything while working at the Demon-Suppressing Bureau," Wei Qing placed a pouch embroidered with green bamboo into her hand, "This is a protective charm I requested for you, keep it close."
The pouch was warm to the touch, carrying a faint body fragrance.
Jiang Yuechu squeezed it, feeling the exquisite embroidery, her heart stirred.
"Miss Wei, if a woman... never marries in her life, what would happen?"
Wei Qing was taken aback, clearly not expecting the question.
She thought for a moment, then replied seriously, "If you don't want to marry, then don't. As a woman, you can live well on your own."
Then she winked mischievously.
"Besides, if you achieve great merits and high rank in the future, you might even learn from the Anle Princess in the capital and keep a few male companions."
Jiang Yuechu: "..."
She silently tucked the pouch into her bosom, thanked her, and turned to leave.
...
Demon-Suppressing Bureau.
On the tall flagpole, the black and red Demon Suppression flag fluttered in the wind.
Everywhere, there were Demon Suppression Guards in uniform, swords at their waists, each with a stern expression and hurried steps.
Jiang Yuechu reported her name to a Demon Suppression Guard at the main gate and, after several turns, arrived at a side hall.
"Old Wang, the person is here."
The old clerk raised his head reluctantly at the sound, his murky eyes glancing at Jiang Yuechu without much emotion.
"Name."
"Jiang Yuechu."
"Age."
"Eighteen?"
"Place of origin."
"..." Jiang Yuechu paused.
The old clerk seemed to know already, writing on his own.
"Jingzhao Prefecture, Chang'an native."
As he wrote, he spoke without looking up, "Once you join the Demon-Suppressing Bureau, the past is behind you, don't dwell on it."
"The lowest rank in the Demon-Suppressing Bureau is the 9th-Rank Demon Suppression Guard. Killing demons earns you merits. Killing a String-Attuned demon alone earns ten points of merit, a Resonating Bone Demon earns a hundred points."
"Accumulate a hundred points, and you can be promoted to 8th-Rank Captain, leading a team of Demon Suppression Guards..."
The old clerk's speech was slow but clear.
Jiang Yuechu listened silently, getting a rough idea.
So, if she killed a Resonating Bone Demon, she could be promoted?
"This is your appointment document, keep it safe."
The old clerk tossed a document stamped with the Demon-Suppressing Bureau's seal onto the table.
"From today, you are a Demon Suppression Guard of the Mystical Division in the Longyou Circuit's Demon-Suppressing Bureau."
"Go on, your captain is waiting for you outside."
Jiang Yuechu raised an eyebrow.
Waiting for her outside?
But she didn't see anyone outside when she came in.