FlameWitch

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!

Transmigration: Master Jiang's Hot Spy Wife

The air within the opulent confines of the Xiao mansion was thick with tension, a palpable miasma of anger and frustration that seemed to permeate every crevice. Xiao Mingyuan, the head of the notorious Xiao family, paced the length of the lavishly appointed living room, his features twisted into a mask of barely contained fury.

"Fifty million yuan..." he seethed, his voice laced with a venom that sent a shiver racing down the spines of those gathered around him. "Fifty million worth of drugs, burned down just like that."

His wife, Li Mei, a woman who had long since learned to distance herself from the unsavory aspects of her husband's "business," regarded him with a mixture of concern and resignation. "It's not only the drugs that burned there," she murmured, her tone laced with a rare hint of gravity. "The guards, too."

Death Wish!