The Martial Temple

After leaving Wei Residence and grabbing breakfast by the roadside, Jiang Yuechu followed the route she remembered and led her horse to the Head Office.

The guard leading the way was still the same one from yesterday. When he saw Jiang Yuechu, his expression stiffened before he immediately stepped forward with respectful deference.

"Lady Jiang? You've... recovered from your rest?"

Jiang Yuechu nodded. "I'm looking for Deputy General Cui."

"General Cui instructed that if you came, you were to go straight to Merit Hall. He's been waiting there since the morning drum sounded."

Was he afraid I'd run off again, so he simply started waiting from early morning...?

An inexplicable flicker of discomfort crossed Jiang Yuechu's face, but she said nothing more.

"Lead the way."

Once she crossed the main gate, it felt as though she had entered another world.

Black stone paved the ground, cold and hard beneath her feet. Clerks carrying documents, or groups of three to five Demon-Suppression Guards, occasionally hurried past.

"Lady Jiang, we're here."

The guard stopped before a side hall.

Jiang Yuechu straightened her collar and stepped inside.

What greeted her was an enormous desk. A burly man sat behind it, wearing only a loose robe rather than the standard uniform of the Demon Suppression Office.

Jiang Yuechu could not help muttering inwardly.

Why does it feel like none of these officials like wearing official robes?

Xu Changfeng was like that. Wei He was like that. Even the deputy commander she had met yesterday seemed to be the same.

Shaking her head to dispel those wandering thoughts, she took the initiative to speak.

"Lord Cui?"

The man paused, raised his head, and swept his gaze over Jiang Yuechu.

It lasted only an instant.

Yet she felt a wave of pressure. There was no malice