After the festivities died down.
Jiang Yuechu settled into Princess Zhaoyue's Residence.
Her imperial elder brother seemed to have developed some gnawing anxiety, terrified that his little sister might suffer even the slightest neglect in that sprawling estate.
With a sweeping wave of his hand, he had several hundred nimble, presentable palace maids and eunuchs selected overnight and sent streaming into the Princess Residence.
The once tranquil, elegant estate instantly filled with the rustle of sweeping and cleaning, and greetings offered in hushed voices.
The corridors were polished until not a speck of dust remained, while the exotic flowers and herbs transplanted into the courtyards had dedicated attendants tending them in shifts around the clock.
More people naturally meant more rules.
Yet this residence happened to harbor a few decidedly unruly oddballs.
Niu Ben, Old Red Flood Dragon, and Hu Cuihua, those three Great Demons, brazenly leaned on their status as Her Highness the Eldest Princess's lackeys and each staked out a side courtyard in the residence's outer grounds.
Their grand excuse: guarding Her Highness's home.
Jiang Yuechu did not tell those three clowns to leave.
If such a vast estate held nothing but meek servants who dared not even breathe loudly, it would feel lifeless instead.
Leaving those demons outside to make a racket at least gave it a little life.
Inside the study.
Fragrance curled through the air.
Jiang Yuechu had changed into loose black casual robes and reclined sideways in her chair.
In her hands was the incomplete geographical record sent over by the Demon Suppression Office.
Though her gaze rested on its pages, her thoughts had long since drifted beyond the ninth heaven.
Now stuck in the later Tower-Climbing Realm, her most pressing task was naturally to find heart material.
Twelve-colored rosy cloud silver was, after