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Transmigration: Master Jiang's Hot Spy Wife

She was the government's deadliest secret weapon - a spy who lived by her wits and lethal skills. But when her little brother was kidnapped, even Bai Yunshu's training couldn't stop the shocking betrayal that cost her everything...including her life. Reborn into the body of bullied debutante Feng Ruoxi, Yunshu finds herself greeted by a cruel father, a venomous stepmother, and the last thing she ever expected - an elite fiancé from one of the nation's most powerful families! Jiang Yukang, her so-called husband-to-be, is as arrogant as he is gorgeous. But little does this prime catch realize his delicate doe-eyed bride is actually a fiery former spy with lethal skills and a whole new lease on life. What begins as a risky masquerade will soon become an unstoppable whirlwind of sizzling seduction, unraveling mysteries, and dark secrets best left untouched. Can Yunshu claim her rightful status as Master Jiang's hot spy wife while surviving the treacherous world of Kyoto's privileged elite? With her pulse-pounding survival skills and Jiang Yukang's mesmerizing talents in the bedchambers, this transmigrated soul is taking names and leaving a scorching trail of desire in her wake! No enemy can stop this reincarnated vixen from becoming the supreme don't-mess-with-me empress!

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157 Chs

A Final Farewell

The crisp morning air carried a solemn chill, as if nature itself was in mourning for the tragic loss that had befallen the Xia family. The once-bustling streets of the modest neighborhood were hushed, the usual sounds of daily life muted by a pall of sorrow that hung heavy over the gathering at the local funeral home.

Inside, the modest hall was adorned with simple yet heartfelt decorations – wreaths of white lilies and chrysanthemums adorned the walls, their delicate petals seeming to droop with the weight of the sorrow that permeated the air. At the center of it all stood a simple wooden casket, its polished surface reflecting the flickering flames of the candles that surrounded it like silent sentinels.