At Yujing Terrace, inside Yuehai Pavilion—
the administrative heart of Liyue, where all officials of the Liyue Qixing and the Eight Ministries carried out their duties.
Once the workday began, the entire place sprang into motion.
Every department was bustling. When colleagues crossed paths, they barely had time for more than a brief nod before hurrying on.
Among them, the most intense position of all—
was that of a secretary in Yuehai Pavilion.
Due to a strict elimination system, dozens of secretaries competed constantly. From the moment work started, each of them wished they had three heads and six arms.
Anything that could be done in a day was finished that same day.
Anything that could be done in an hour was pushed to thirty minutes.
Working at Yuehai Pavilion felt less like an office job—
and more like going to war.
This was something everyone there agreed on.
There were three main reasons for this.
First—Opportunity
Secretaries at Yuehai Pavilion reported directly to the Liyue Qixing.
Each one had the chance to work closely with the highest authorities in Liyue.
And if they performed exceptionally well—
promotion could come like a rocket.
This wasn't just theory. It had happened before.
A few years ago, a young man from a humble background joined Yuehai Pavilion as an intern.
When Ningguang, the Tianquan, was invited to speak at a major trade conference between the Seven Nations, she needed a speech prepared.
Out of all submissions—
his draft stood out.
She chose it.
After the conference, foreign investors praised Ningguang's speech, saying it deeply moved them.
As a result, they significantly increased their investments in Liyue.
Naturally, Ningguang rewarded the young man.
That very day, he was officially hired, promoted, and given a salary higher than many long-time employees.
Half a year later—
he was elevated to Deputy Head of one of the Eight Ministries.
A single leap to the top.
His fate was completely transformed.
Another case was even more dramatic.
There was once a secretary who was practically invisible.
Quiet. Unremarkable. On the verge of being eliminated at any time.
One day, Keqing, the Yuheng, received a gift—
a jar of premium tea from a rival in the real estate sector, claiming it was meant as a gesture of reconciliation.
That day, her assigned secretary was on leave.
The others were all occupied.
So Ganyu assigned this overlooked secretary as a temporary replacement.
Keqing asked her to brew the tea.
But the girl, having studied pharmacology in her spare time, noticed something off.
She reported it immediately.
Tests later confirmed—
the tea had been laced with poison.
If consumed, it could have caused permanent disfigurement.
Because of her attentiveness and sense of responsibility,
Keqing personally promoted her to become her personal secretary.
Now—
she had become one of Keqing's most trusted aides.
Second—Salary
The intensity of the work was directly tied to the pay.
Because of the job's demands, secretaries couldn't enjoy regular weekends or fixed working hours.
In return—
they earned twice the salary of ordinary officials.
Key positions earned up to three times more.
Third—Ganyu
The head of Yuehai Pavilion—
was none other than Ganyu.
And she was, without exaggeration—
Liyue's ultimate workaholic.
She could do the work of ten people alone.
She worked day and night, rarely resting.
A true model worker.
Every new secretary who joined Yuehai Pavilion would hear a certain story.
One summer, the Liyue Qixing requested detailed data on foreign trade growth over the past five hundred years.
The scale of the task was staggering.
Almost impossible.
Ganyu took it on alone.
She lived in the office.
Worked day and night without stopping.
And eventually—
she finished it.
When she finally stepped outside, she looked around in confusion.
"Why is it still summer? I feel like three months have passed… shouldn't it be autumn by now?"
Her colleagues looked at her in disbelief.
"Lady Ganyu… this is summer."
"But it's the next year's summer."
"You've been working nonstop… for an entire year."
With a leader like that,
no one in the office dared slack off.
And so—
these three reasons combined to create the current atmosphere of Yuehai Pavilion:
work like war.
But even Ganyu—
had her troubles.
For example—
today, one of the secretaries had resigned.
In her resignation letter, she wrote:
Everyone here works incredibly hard.
But during work, we barely communicate.
The environment feels suffocating.
The pressure became too much…
I developed depression.
Ganyu sat at her desk, reading the letter over and over.
A trace of guilt showed on her face.
Across from her, Huixin, daughter of the Tianxuan Star, gently comforted her.
"Lady Ganyu, don't blame yourself."
Ganyu sighed softly.
"It is my fault… I didn't pay enough attention to her."
"Last time she said she wasn't in a good state… I should have talked to her."
Huixin shook her head.
"Our department works hard, yes—but we also have the lowest resignation rate."
"So this really isn't your fault."
Ganyu's expression eased slightly.
Then she asked,
"Huixin… I always hold you all to my own standards."
"Am I being too strict?"
Huixin blinked.
"Strict? I don't think so."
"You worked non-stop for a whole year."
"We only work overtime occasionally—it's nothing."
Then she leaned closer, lowering her voice mischievously.
"But speaking of work state…"
"You've seemed distracted these past few days."
"Lady Ganyu… you're hiding something."
Ganyu hesitated.
Then sighed.
"Is it that obvious…"
"It's… that incident I told you about."
"That night… I mistook the Snezhnayan Prince for you…"
"and ordered him around all night."
Even after several days,
her face still flushed slightly at the memory.
Huixin's eyes widened.
Then she grinned.
"The only person who could order around a Snezhnayan Prince…"
"would be the Tsaritsa herself."
"Lady Ganyu… that's quite impressive."
Ganyu lowered her head, face burning red.
"Huixin… don't tease me… I'm already dying of embarrassment…"
The two shared a rare moment of relaxed conversation—
until suddenly—
the small bronze bell at Ganyu's chest rang softly.
Only she could hear it.
Ganyu immediately stood.
"Huixin, I need to step out for something urgent."
"Go ahead, Lady Ganyu. I'll handle things here."
Serenitea Pot — Luofu Grotto
Ganyu appeared before the assembled adepti.
"Ganyu, you've grown even more beautiful,"
Madame Ping said with a smile.
Ganyu smiled shyly, then asked,
"If everyone called me here, it must be something important?"
Madame Ping nodded.
"It's about this…"
She proceeded to explain how Severin had introduced them to the True Immortal auxiliary cultivation method.
Ganyu listened carefully.
Then said:
"So… you want to borrow ninety billion Mora from me?"
She paused.
Then shook her head slightly.
"But… I don't have that much."
"All my savings… my salary, bonuses from the Qixing over the years, and rewards from Rex Lapis…"
"add up to just over ten billion Mora."
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