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

Xiao Mingyuan let his piercing gaze sweep over the assembled members of his family's inner circle. For a long moment, an expectant hush lingered in the opulent sitting room.

Then, from the back of the gathered crowd, Luo Ting stepped forward. Her elegant features were set in a mask of grim determination as she moved to stand at Xiao Mingyuan's side.

"You have my loyalty until the Jade Emperor himself drags me to the Black Eternity," she stated in a clear, unwavering voice. "The masked one shall rue the day he struck against my family's interests."

Xiao Mingyuan stiffened as a low, tinny buzz suddenly issued forth, swiftly resolving into the unmistakable tones of an incoming video call. He felt his blood run cold as the all-too-familiar triple-circle emblem of the masked kingpin's faction flickered onto the antique screen adorning the sitting room wall.

Grave Consequences