Zhong Qing was well aware of Jiang Qing’s soothing methods and had asked about her preferences, so he had meticulously prepared the stage inside the assembly hall.

Occasionally, the military district’s entertainment events or conferences were also held here.

To show Jiang Qing the military district’s enthusiastic welcome, he had also arranged for other performances.

The military district’s arts troupe was not flustered by this last-minute arrangement.

They had worked through the night to select performers and rehearse their acts.

As for why they had performances ready, it was because they were originally prepared for the second half of the year. They were simply being used ahead of schedule.

After today, they would just have to prepare new ones.

So for her first official job, Jiang Qing wasn’t immediately put on stage. Instead, she watched the welcoming performances from the stage.

While she never cared for such things, the feeling of being valued was undeniably pleasant.

Especially since becoming pregnant. Even though she wasn’t a particularly sensitive person, she would occasionally feel out of sorts.

This manifested as her thoughts straying whenever her partners didn’t come home at night.

It wasn’t that she suspected them, just an uncontrollable anxiety accompanied by insomnia.

When a person can’t sleep, emotions tend to get amplified.

But she was quite good at managing her emotions, and with so many people around to keep her company, her mood hadn’t been too badly affected.

Now that even her work was proving to be so pleasant, her mood brightened instantly.

...

The military district’s performances, much like the Interstellar entertainment industry, were stuck in their old ways and struggled with innovation.

Thus, the few acts that took the stage were a large chorus, several couples dancing, and a Fighting exhibition match.

So as not to take up too much of Jiang Qing’s time, the Commander asked her after the three performances whether she wanted to begin her soothing now or wait until all ten acts were finished.

Jiang Qing didn’t plan to stay long, so she went straight onto the stage.

The red silk curtains on either side of the stage parted, and she sat before the zither, lowering her gaze as she began to play.

"The red sun rises in the East, its path ablaze with morning glow

How lucky I am, born in your embrace, to carry the same blood’s flow

Through hardship and fortune, we stand with spines held straight and tall

My nation of Ten Thousand Borders, with a faith of love that for a thousand years will never fall..."

Upon hearing these lyrics, all one hundred thousand warriors in the hall, including the Commander and the others in the front row, lifted their heads.

With stunned expressions, they stared blankly at Jiang Qing’s petite figure on the stage.

"To write of the heavens is to write of a corner where sun and moon forever gleam

To paint the great earth is to paint a nook where mountains and rivers are a tranquil dream..."

The warriors who felt the urge to discuss the song dared not disturb Jiang Qing.

So they all simply sat up straight and listened intently.

Zhong Qing was so moved the rims of his eyes turned red.

Anyone with even a little education could grasp the song’s meaning.

He was moved that not only was Jiang Qing willing to help them, but she had even brought a song that struck right at their souls.

It came down to the same feeling: being treated like a human by an S-level female for the first time was an overwhelming honor.

After "Ten Thousand Borders" concluded, the accompaniment for the next song was very gentle.

Jiang Qing’s voice was equally soft.

"Across a sea of clouds, a white dove flies to distant shores

The morning sun paints a blush of red within my eyes

A gentle breeze gathers joyous songs of Flower Fragrance in the streets

Passing the world’s beauty on to every family’s light..."

The two songs were like a study in contrasts.

The faith described in the first song was what allowed the beauty of the second to enter every home.

Wasn’t it for the sake of the countless families they protected that every warrior present had embarked on this treacherous path, heedless of their own lives?

Among those families were the very people they wished to protect.

"Recalling the ideals of our ancestors, blooming without fear

The warm, enduring flow of youthful, passionate blood is here

The world’s vast land and seas, you and I, our nation’s starlight..."

Humanity had been able to overcome so many trials and survive thanks to the legacy passed down from one generation to the next.

No matter how dark the times, there always seemed to be a group of righteous people who would rise up and fight back.

It was just like the Interstellar age of today.

Even with all its various flaws and threats.

Yet, everyone still yearned to awaken High-level talents and enter the battlefield.

They knew this path was a death sentence, and they understood that avoiding Beastification their whole lives would grant them a few more years, yet the number of Beastmen choosing to become warriors each year still surpassed that of any other profession.

Furthermore, most males in the Interstellar era were willing to lay down their lives to protect females.

That was why Jiang Qing truly thought of this place as home.

She truly hoped that one day, the Interstellar world could also live in peace.

For her third song, she chose "Blooming Along the Way."

Her eyes sparkled.

When she once again sang the line, "I hope the wishes I’ve made will keep blooming along the way..." the entire audience began to sing along.

The song’s melody was incredibly easy to learn, so everyone followed the teleprompter and joined her in a chorus for the last half of the song.

The sound of one hundred thousand voices was enough to travel across more than half the military district.

The warriors whose Riot Values hadn’t yet reached a dangerous level, and thus hadn’t been chosen for the soothing session, heard the singing—a chorus of many different voices—while they were in the middle of training.

"Sounds like it’s getting lively over at the assembly hall."

"It’s great. Just like the galas we have for the New Year."

"I’m a little envious that they get to hear Miss Jiang Qing sing live today, but when I think about their Riot Values being over 80%, I feel kind of sad for them."

"There’s nothing to be done. There aren’t many soothing masters to begin with, so one-on-one sessions are just too difficult to arrange."

"I heard that even if Miss Jiang Qing’s group soothing doesn’t lower your Riot Value, it still makes you feel better for three to five days."

"I wonder if the Commander will be able to invite Miss Jiang Qing again by the time my Riot Value gets over 80%."

"Probably not. S-level females are so busy."

"Sigh... I’m so jealous..."

The warriors who couldn’t get into the assembly hall could only listen to the faint strains of the song as they continued their high-intensity training.

Even though they couldn’t go inside, just listening from the outside seemed to give them more strength than usual.

Since it was a military district, her number one stan, Miss Beta, wasn’t able to sneak in.

However, news of Jiang Qing visiting the military district to perform a soothing for the warriors still made its way onto the Star Network.

Her Jiang Fan received no instructions to sing her praises, so they all tacitly refrained from posting on the Star Network, lest they say the wrong thing.

But while her fans kept quiet, the general public spoke up.

[I’m not one to follow celebrities, but Miss Jiang Qing deserves the love of all Federation people.]

[My little sister is five years old. She’s had a genetic disease since birth, and every year we have to spend a huge amount of Star Coins on hospital treatments.

At the beginning of this year, my family was on the verge of giving up.

But then Miss Jiang Qing established her foundation, and my family successfully applied for a grant. We even secured a spot for long-term financial support.

She saved my sister’s life, and she saved my whole family.

My whole family is incredibly grateful to her. She’s always doing good deeds. She’s an admirable female!]