Don't Want to Marry, Then Don't Marry

# Chapter 19: If You Don't Want to Marry, Then Don't

These past few days had been the most comfortable Jiang Yuechu had experienced since her transmigration.

Every day she slept until she naturally woke, and when she opened her eyes, there was steaming hot medicinal soup and fine rice porridge waiting for her.

She had no idea what ingredients were in the medicinal soup, only knew that drinking it made her whole body feel warm and comfortable.

The injuries on her body were also recovering at a gratifying speed.

Wei Qing was a good girl, with gentle brows and soft eyes, speaking in a quiet voice, and always carrying a pleasant scent of medicinal herbs.

She would patiently blow on the porridge to cool it before handing it over, would carefully wipe the corners of Jiang Yuechu's mouth, and would chatter on like an older sister about interesting anecdotes from Liangzhou Prefecture.

"Your skin really has a good foundation, you just don't take care of it at all."

Wei Qing said with concern as she combed through Jiang Yuechu's long hair. "Once you're healed, I'll take you to the best shop in the city to buy some rouge and powder. A girl needs to dress up, after all."

Jiang Yuechu curled her lips but didn't respond.

"Oh, right, you're eighteen this year, aren't you?" Wei Qing seemed to remember something and covered her mouth with a light laugh. "Once you've established yourself in the Demon Suppression Bureau, if you want to find a good marriage 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 flavor.

If only she were still a man, how wonderful that would be.

With this set of skills, she could make her mark in this other world, earn a fortune.

Then, marry dozens of wives.

No, not dozens—just seven or eight like Wei Qing would be enough.

Live every day in a drunken stupor, awake wielding a killing sword, drunk sleeping on a beauty's lap.

With a life like this, what more could one ask for?

What a pity.

She looked down at her reflection in the soup bowl.

Delicate brows and clear eyes, red lips and white teeth.

Would she have to marry someone in the future?

This question circled in her mind with unprecedented clarity for the first time.

Since her transmigration, she had been struggling just to survive.

The pressure of staying alive had made her subconsciously ignore the changes this body had brought.

She still thought like a man, solving all problems in the most direct and brutal way.

But this world reminded her at every moment.

You are a woman.

A wave of unprecedented irritation surged up from the bottom of her heart.

No matter how strong the demons were, one slash of the blade would settle them.

But this bone-deep sense of dislocation—how was she supposed to break free from it?

"What's wrong? Is the porridge not to your taste?"

Wei Qing asked with concern when she saw Jiang Yuechu hadn't moved for a while.

"No, it's delicious."

Jiang Yuechu snapped back to reality and downed the remaining porridge in one gulp, swallowing those messy thoughts along with it.

Forget it.

What good would come from thinking about all this pointless stuff?

She, Jiang Yuechu, was not one for sentimentality.

The cart will find its way around the mountain when it gets there.

For now, she didn't need to consider these things.

At worst, if anyone dared to force her to marry in the future, she'd just cut them down with one slash.

Just as she handed the bowl back to Wei Qing, the door was pushed open.

Wei He walked in, still wearing that dark casual robe, his steps steady.

The moment he appeared, the warm atmosphere in the room vanished without a trace.

"Elder Brother."

Wei Qing quickly rose to greet him.

Wei He nodded, his gaze falling on Jiang Yuechu as he looked her up and down.

"Your complexion is much better."

He never spoke unnecessary words.

"It seems it's time for you to earn back the cost of all the medicine you've consumed."

Jiang Yuechu raised an eyebrow.

That's one way to put it...

Even if it's the truth, hearing it still feels a bit strange.

Thinking this in her heart, she kept her face expressionless.

"As you command, sir."

"Mm." Wei He was very satisfied with her attitude. "Now that your injuries are healed, it's time to report for duty. Go to the Demon Suppression Bureau, state your name, and someone will guide you through the necessary procedures."

"Yes, sir."

She accepted without hesitation and immediately moved to get out of bed.

"Hey, take it slow." Wei Qing quickly steadied her, then couldn't help complaining to her elder brother. "Brother, her wounds aren't fully healed yet!"

"She won't die."

With that, Wei He turned and left.

Wei Qing sighed helplessly, then took a brand-new black uniform with crimson patterns from the side.

"Let me help you change."

When the cool fabric touched her skin, when the waist token and Horizontal Blade hung at her side—

Jiang Yuechu looked at the strikingly heroic young woman in the bronze mirror, and the irritation in her heart dissipated by more than half.

The person in the mirror had a high ponytail, a cold gaze, and a straight spine.

"When serving in the Demon Suppression Bureau, be cautious in everything," Wei Qing said, pressing an embroidered pouch with green bamboo into her hand. "I prayed for this safety charm—keep it close to you."

The pouch was warm to the touch, carrying a faint scent of perfume.

Jiang Yuechu squeezed it, feeling the fine embroidery, and her heart stirred.

She looked up at Wei Qing's eyes, full of concern, and asked on a whim.

"Miss Wei, if a woman... never marries in her life, what happens?"

Wei Qing was stunned, clearly not expecting the question.

She thought for a moment, then answered seriously, "If you don't want to marry, then don't. As a woman, relying on yourself, you can still live well."

Then, she winked mischievously.

"Besides, once you've earned enough merit and risen in rank, who knows—you might even follow Princess Anle in the capital and keep a few male concubines."

Jiang Yuechu: "..."

She silently tucked the pouch into her bosom, thanked her, turned, and pushed open the door to leave.

Demon Suppression Bureau.

On the tall flagpole, the black banner with crimson patterns of the Demon Suppression Guard flapped loudly in the wind.

Everywhere, guards in tight-fitting uniforms with Horizontal Blades at their waists moved with cold, hardened expressions and hurried steps.

Jiang Yuechu gave her name to a guard at the main gate, then wound her way through several corridors to a side hall.

"Old Wang, she's here."

The old clerk looked up reluctantly at the sound, his murky eyes glancing at Jiang Yuechu without any emotional stir.

"Name."

"Jiang Yuechu."

"Age."

"Eighteen?"

"Place of origin."

"..." Jiang Yuechu paused.

The old clerk seemed to already know and began writing on his own.

"Jingzhao Prefecture, Chang'an native."

He wrote without lifting his head. "Once you enter the Demon Suppression Bureau, the past is the past. Don't dwell on it."

"The lowest rank in the Bureau is the Ninth-Rank Demon Suppression Guard. Slaying demonic creatures earns you merit. Slaying a String-Hearing demon alone earns ten merit points. A Bone-Resonating great demon earns a hundred merit points."

"Accumulate a hundred merit points, and you can advance to Eighth-Rank Squad Leader, commanding a squad of Demon Suppression Guards..."

The old clerk's speech was slow but very clear.

Jiang Yuechu listened silently, getting a rough idea.

So, if she killed one Bone-Resonating demon, she could be promoted?

"This is your appointment document. Keep it safe."

The old clerk tossed a document stamped with the Demon Suppression Bureau's seal onto the table.

"From today onward, you are a Demon Suppression Guard of the Mysterious Battalion, Longyou Circuit Demon Suppression Bureau."

"Go on out. Your squad leader is waiting for you outside."

Jiang Yuechu raised an eyebrow.

Waiting for her outside?

But when she came in, she clearly hadn't seen anyone by the door.