Moving into Zunyao Hall was merely to seek the protection of a powerful figure and to scrape by with a meal.
Today, diagnosing ten Demon Generals was way beyond her usual workload.
Another servant boy, noticing his mistress had set down her pen, hurriedly brought another pot of fresh tea and carefully massaged her shoulders and legs, "Mistress, you have worked hard today."
Yun Qiuhua, with a weary face, licked the corner of her lips and chuckled, "It wasn't all for nothing. Although those ten Demon General brothers are badly injured, with some care, they'll all be useful. Most importantly, during the diagnosis, I got to take a good look at their bodies—solid muscles, long legs, long arms; they are fine specimens for the cauldron."
The servant boy hesitated to speak, "Mistress, you might want to take it a bit easier. After all, they're still Demon Generals."
