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

As the solemn proceedings drew to a close, the small gathering of mourners began to disperse, each footstep heavy with the weight of shared sorrow. It was then that Mrs Xia stepped forward, her eyes rimmed with the telltale redness of countless tears shed.

"Feng Ruoxi," she began, her voice trembling with a potent mixture of gratitude and sorrow, "thank you for what you and your husband did for our family. We...we don't know how we would have faced this without you two."

Turning towards Feng Ruoxi, Mrs Xia's gaze softened, her expression one of heartfelt appreciation. "And Feng Feng Ruoxi, thank you for being there for my daughter. You are a truly good friend."

Feng Ruoxi felt a lump form in her throat, the weight of Mrs Xia's words striking a chord deep within her soul. Reaching out, she gently grasped the older woman's hands on her own, offering a comforting squeeze.

A Vow of Unwavering Solidarity