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 crisp morning air carried a hint of anticipation as the sleek town car glided to a halt before the imposing gates of the school. Feng Ruoxi and Xia Xingxing gathered their belongings, exchanging a bemused glance as they prepared to disembark. However, their routine was swiftly disrupted by the sight of a solitary figure loitering by the entrance, his presence exuding an aura of calculated nonchalance.

Feng Ruoxi's brow furrowed as her gaze settled upon the man, her innate instincts as a former spy prickling with unease. There was something about his casual stance, the enigmatic curve of his lips that set her on edge, warning her that this was no mere coincidence.

As they approached, the man's features resolved into those of the dashing stranger from the mall – Pang Zhong, if her memory served her correctly. A strange smile danced across his chiseled visage as he inclined his head in greeting.

Echoes of the Past