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That girl, Linore, had bright, sparkling eyes when I saw her out just now. She hid her anticipation, yet dared not ask too many questions—she seemed very honest.

The base number of Underworld Ghost Emissaries is huge; even if only one in a thousand goes to try it, the Healing Zone will be busy for a while.

Once the bonuses are distributed, the Elf Race will have an easier life and work even more diligently.

A win-win... Inside the Shell Palace, Linore was directing the little elves to tidy up the equipment.

The used jade bowls and pestles needed to be washed and sterilized, the essential oil bottles and jars put back, the Jiao-silk removed from the warm jade couch and replaced with new, and the water and petals/herbs drained from the bathtub.

She held a Lapis Lazuli Ledger, her fingertip tracing the details of today's consumption as she mentally calculated the cost.

"Half a bottle of Cold Plum Essential Oil was used, one-third of Mist Orchid, one-quarter of Nether Bloom... two packets of bath salts, a handful of Calming Grass. The petals are freshly picked, so they don't count towards the cost."

"Her Majesty stayed for two and a half *shichen* (five hours), charged at the highest-tier package rate, billed to the Jiaotai Palace public account."

"Mmm, plus the referral commission."

Her small abacus clicked loudly, and her emerald eyes curved into crescent moons.

After completing this order, the Elf Race's performance bonus for the month would climb another notch.

With money, they could go to the "Yin-Yang Department Store" in Fengdu City to purchase new items.

The set of Blue-and-White Porcelain tea ware fired in the Human World that she had spotted last time was priced at three thousand incense points, and she had been coveting it for a long time.

Also, the mobile data plan needed renewal. The Human World Palace Drama she was recently following had updated to a critical point, and she couldn't afford to lose the connection.

"Sister Linore!"

A little elf with double buns ran in from outside the hall, her cheeks flushed, holding up a phone screen toward Linore.

"Look, Her Majesty posted something."

Linore froze, then took the phone.

The screen was bright, showing the Underworld Intranet Forum interface.

A fresh, hot post was pinned to the top, and the poster's ID was glittering with the authenticated honorific title of "Ruler of the Netherworld."

The title clearly read: "Healing Zone New Project Experience Report."

She held her breath for half a second, her trembling fingertip clicking it open.

The nine-panel grid of photos loaded, the first being a profile shot of Her Majesty the Empress.

The background was misty sea, her long hair slightly disheveled by the wind, her eyes relaxed and languid, and the section of collarbone revealed where her clothing slipped off her shoulder was blindingly white.

The replies below had already gone wild.

1L (ID: Will Her Majesty Choose Me Today??): "Sofa!!! What am I seeing? Her Majesty posted a selfie? A nine-panel grid? The living Her Majesty? [Crying on the ground]"

2L (ID: Department of Reincarnation's Most Affectionate): "Mom, I've made it! I get to see a candid photo of Her Majesty in my lifetime. This collarbone, this aura—I'm going to perform an instant high and ascend to heaven right here."

3L (ID: Department of Judges' Slacking Expert): "Slight change of focus: Was Her Majesty's neck and shoulder really stiff for half a month? Wuwuwu, my heart aches. Secretary-General, hurry and massage Her Majesty [Tears]"

4L (ID: Soul Fisher by the Wangchuan River): "So is the Healing Zone really reliable? I tried the basic package last time, and it felt mediocre! But Her Majesty gave it five stars?"

5L (ID: Lady Meng's Top Spoon): "Reply to 4L: Can Her Majesty be compared to you? The Elf Race definitely used a top-tier private blend for Her Majesty. If we go, it's probably the basic model. But since Her Majesty recommended it, just go for it!"

6L (ID: Director of Fengdu City Demolition Office): "Already booked the back massage package for tomorrow afternoon. Just got paid, so I'm splurging for the same experience as Her Majesty."

7L (ID: Eighteen Levels of Hell Vibe Team): "Humbly asking, how much is one session? My performance bonus was completely deducted last month, and I still owe the bank a loan."

8L (ID: Underworld 101 Voting Group Leader): "Reply to 7L: Basic essential oil back massage is three hundred incense points, Youth-Retaining Essence is five hundred per session, and Skin-Cleansing Mud is two hundred. Packages are a better deal. Check the Healing Zone price list for details."

9L (ID: Step On Me, Your Majesty): "Price is not the issue, the issue is, can I specifically request Miss Linore for the service? I want Her Majesty's exact technique, I'll pay extra!"

10L (ID: Did Secretary-General Ling Qi Smile Today??): "Am I the only one who noticed that the casual clothes Her Majesty is wearing were picked out by the Secretary-General at the Yin-Yang Department Store last month? Tsk tsk tsk, couple's outfit confirmed. [Shipped it hard]"

Linore slid her finger down, and the replies were flying past, breaking a thousand floors in the blink of an eye.

Some were asking for prices, some were booking appointments, some were inquiring about essential oil formulas, some were gossiping about Her Majesty and the Secretary-General's daily life, and some were simply screaming while staring at the screen... The heat exploded.

She stared at the screen, her heart drumming against her chest.

[Her Majesty, personally posting a recommendation?]

And she included a nine-panel grid of selfies?

This carries more weight than the Healing Zone spending half a year on advertising.

"Sister!" The little elf tugged her sleeve.

"The reservation system crashed. In the last five minutes, over two hundred orders piled up."

Linore snapped back to reality and took a deep breath.

"Notify all on-duty elves, the schedule needs to be readjusted. Starting tomorrow, all personnel are on duty, and rotational leave is canceled."

"Check the essential oil inventory. Immediately order and restock any missing raw materials via the express channel."

"Review the price list again. Add the 'Her Majesty's Exclusive Snow Ridge Cold Plum Compound' upgrade option to the basic package, with an additional charge of five hundred points."

Her speaking speed was rapid, and one instruction after another was issued.

The elf women in the hall responded immediately, their footsteps hurried.

Linore held the phone and glanced at the post again.

The latest replies were still scrolling. Some people had posted screenshots of successful reservations, some were wailing that they were too slow and missed Linore's availability, and some were analyzing the shooting angle of every photo of Her Majesty... She exited the post and switched to the private chat interface.

The pinned chat window had the note: "Secretary-General (Ling Qi)."

The last conversation was a month ago. She had reported on the progress of testing the new essential oil formula, and the Secretary-General had replied with "Mm."

Linore's fingertip hovered over the keyboard as she carefully considered her words.

She deleted and typed, typed and deleted, finally sending one line: "Please convey Linore's thanks to Her Majesty, Secretary-General. The Healing Zone will surely live up to Her Majesty the Empress's trust and refine its services."

Send.

She waited for a minute; there was no reply.

She wasn't surprised. The Secretary-General was busy; just knowing the message was seen was enough.

Locking the screen and tucking the phone into the Brocade Pouch at her waist, Linore turned and joined the cleaning team.

Folding the Jiao-silk in her hands, she couldn't suppress the excitement in her heart; it spilled out from the corners of her eyes and brows.

Life in the Underworld was truly becoming more and more promising.

When she was first "invited" here, she was so scared she couldn't sleep all night. The moonlight of the Emerald Forest, the harp sounds of the Royal Court, the solemn faces of the Elders... flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern.

She thought she would become a slave, locked in a sunless basement and turned into a collector's item for some noble's perverse hobby, just as she had heard happened on the Ativi Continent.

But what happened instead?

The Underworld allocated an area for them and let the Elf Race manage it themselves.

Restrictions? Yes.

They couldn't leave the Netherworld freely, entry and exit required reporting, and the use of magic was monitored.

But compared to the hell they anticipated, this was practically heaven.