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

Feng Ruoxi tried to reply, but her throat was parched dry. Jiang Yukang quickly stood up and brought her a glass of water. After taking a few gulps, she murmured, "Thank you."

"For what?" Jiang Yukang questioned, his brow furrowing ever so slightly.

"I almost died," Feng Ruoxi breathed, her voice laced with a strange mixture of gratitude and trepidation.

Jiang Yukang's lips twisted into a wry smile, his eyes glittering with an indecipherable emotion. "I see no reason for thanking your husband for doing his job."

An uneasy silence settled over the room as Feng Ruoxi fell quiet, her gaze flickering away from Jiang Yukang's scrutinizing stare.

"Tell me, my dear wife," he murmured, his deep voice laced with threads of iron and steel, "who exactly are you? The meek, bullied, rebellious Feng Ruoxi I picked out of all the Feng women would not have come home with a gunshot wound in her abdomen and with the stench of blood all over."

The Unmasking