Zhao Zhongliu's gaze swept over her inch by inch.
After a long while,
the old man nodded slightly, a trace of satisfaction in his eyes.
"Clothes make the man, and a saddle makes the horse. That uniform looks far better on you than on those hulking brutes."
That was high praise indeed.
Expressions varied among the people below the dais, but no one dared say another word.
Jiang Yuechu remained composed, showing no timidity at the compliment.
Zhao Zhongliu drew back his gaze and looked at the crowd.
"Now that everyone's here, let's discuss why I summoned you."
"Something has happened in Jiangnan East Circuit."
The brows of several veteran Silver Robe inspectors twitched. They exchanged glances and saw the same gravity in one another's eyes.
Jiangnan had always been a land of fish and rice, of misty willows and bustling streets.
Its importance to the Great Tang went without saying.
But for the Demon Suppression Office, it was far less welcoming.
Demons mingled there, aristocratic clans held sway, and the canal transporters, salt gangs, and other factions all had a hand in things...
"A few days ago, the East Riverlands Regional Office sent a request for reinforcements."
"The chief commander and the two demon-suppression envoys cannot get away for the time being."
"So..."
"I intend to draw half the inspectors stationed in the capital and send them south at once."
Half?!
Everyone's heart jolted.
Sending half their elite forces south showed just how badly the situation there had deteriorated.
"Jiang Yuechu."
"At your command."
"You've received a Silver Robe and the emperor's favor. You can't simply stay in the capital and enjoy an easy life."
Zhao Zhongliu looked at the young woman below the dais, his words carrying a deeper meaning. "Now that this blade has been forged, it