General, you should rest now; the lady is even more ruthless.

On the other hand, after a few days of recovery, Jiang Qiqi was able to get out of bed and walk around on her own.

During this time, she managed to extract all the useful information through casual conversation. For a spy, gathering information was the easiest thing to do, especially since the other party was a naive young girl.

The original owner was also named Jiang Qiqi, the eldest daughter of Jiang Qianzhong, the Minister of Revenue of the current dynasty.

The original owner's mother died when she was three years old, and her father did not like her, so she lived in the most remote back room from a young age, with only a maid named Xiang'er by her side.

The original owner was weak since childhood, and it had become even worse in the last two years, to the point where he was almost on the verge of death with medication.

But even so, she still died of illness.

And she, Jiang Qiqi, a modern-day spy, entered her body.

"Thank you," Jiang Qiqi said in her heart to the deceased Miss Jiang, "I will help you live the rest of your life to the fullest."

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"Oh dear, miss, why are you getting out of bed again? The doctor said you should rest and stay in bed."

When Xiang'er arrived, she saw her young mistress sitting at the table with a book in her hand, and immediately felt a headache coming on.

Jiang Qiqi needs to quickly familiarize herself with the writing system and the social and cultural background of this world: "I feel better. I feel like I'm going to grow mushrooms from lying down so much these past two days."

When she was 22, she was on a mission when her opponent was driven to the brink of desperation and engaged her in hand-to-hand combat.

Just as Jiang Qiqi was about to subdue the thug, he suddenly pulled a knife from his lower back and plunged it straight into her chest...

It was later said that the stab wound was only two centimeters from her heart, and she was forced to stay in bed for two whole months.

Mushrooms have actually grown!

From then on, she was very careful to avoid getting hurt, for fear of being bedridden again.

"Miss, come on, let's drink the medicine."

Jiang Qiqi obediently took the medicine and drank it all in one gulp.

"Here, Miss, some candied fruit."

The original owner of this body probably loved sweets, and whenever she drank medicine, the maid would always bring some candied fruit or candy to mask the bitterness.

Jiang Qiqi accepted it without any qualms.

In their previous life, the spies had very strict requirements regarding their health, and they were never allowed to eat these kinds of snacks.

But she actually really likes these things, and occasionally she will secretly reward herself with a string of candied hawthorns after completing a task.

Chewing on a candied fruit, he flipped through the book in his hand to the end: "Are there any more books? Find me a few more."

“Miss, how come I never noticed before that you love reading so much? Especially such obscure and difficult books. ‘The History of Humanities in Mount Heng’? It doesn’t sound as easy to read as a storybook.”

"Find me some storybooks too."

"All right, miss."

Xiang'er didn't care whether her young mistress was reading or doing something else. Although her young mistress used to do needlework when she was in better health, she was happy as long as her young mistress had energy and wasn't lying in bed all day.

When Jiang Qiqi was a special agent, she was well-versed in the history of her own country and other countries around the world, and even had some knowledge of some lost civilizations. However, as far as she knew, none of them matched the dynasty she was currently in.

Fortunately, although the characters are slightly different from modern Chinese characters, the difference is not significant. The writing style is somewhat similar to a modified regular script. It's just a pity that she doesn't know how to use a brush.

Xiang'er was serving tea to her mistress when the door was suddenly pushed open, and a maidservant walked in carrying a box.

"How dare you!" Xiang'er scolded her. "You dare to enter the master's room without announcing your presence."

The maid was probably of high status, for she ignored Xiang'er and placed the box on the table, saying, "Madam asked me to bring the wedding dress."

Jiang Qiqi picked up her teacup but didn't drink it: "Why don't you bow to me?"

The maid snorted coldly: "You? A jinx who is disliked by everyone and is about to be kicked out of the manor dares to ask me to bow to you? If it weren't for the madam's orders, I would feel unlucky to even step into your door."

"You!" Xiang'er was furious. How could she say such a thing in front of her mistress!

"Our young lady is about to marry the general and become his wife. If you say such things, she will punish you!"

"Tch, he's called a general, but he's just a cripple. What do you think that general's wife is? She's the one our young lady didn't want. You're short-lived and he's crippled. You're really a case of a lame horse with a broken saddle."

Xiang'er was trembling with anger and raised her hand to push the maid out the door.

Xiang'er's hand had just touched the maid's clothes.

"Slap!" Xiang'er was slapped to the ground.

"You wicked thing! These clothes of mine are brand new, and you've managed to get them dirty!"

Jiang Qiqi was just listening; she didn't want to be too high-profile right after arriving here.

But Xiang'er...

Jiang Qiqi flicked her wrist, and the teacup in her hand shot straight out, hitting the maid in the face and shattering into pieces.

"Ah!!!" The maid covered her face and let out a sharp, explosive sound.

Dozens of shards of porcelain scratched my face, initially causing a needle-like pain, but soon blood began to flow from the wounds.

Dozens of thin, long wounds bled simultaneously, and within a few breaths, the maid's face was covered in blood.

The maid covered her face, blood seeping from between her fingers and dripping to the ground: "You! You jinx, how dare you hurt me! I'll have Madam kill you!"

The maid ran away, dripping blood all the way, and there seemed to be some movement on the roof.

Xiang'er stood by the table: "Miss, are you alright?" She thought the broken teacup was simply due to poor quality.

Jiang Qiqi shook her head: "Did it hurt when she hit you?"

Xiang'er's cheek was red and slightly swollen on one side, but she shook her head resolutely.

"Miss, I'm fine. Please don't take her words to heart."

Jiang Qiqi looked at the little girl and couldn't help but chuckle. Even though her own eyes were red, she carefully observed the little girl's expression and advised her not to worry about it.

"It's alright, Xiang'er, I don't mind."

As she spoke, Jiang Qiqi opened the box that the maid had brought. Looking at the bright red wedding dress inside, she remembered that she had been unconscious before and seemed to have heard that she was getting married.

"Xiang'er, what kind of person is the General Who Protects the Nation?"

“Miss, please don’t listen to that lowly servant. I’ve already inquired. The General Zhenguo’s legs were injured on the battlefield. Although he can only get around in a wheelchair now, it hasn’t affected the Emperor’s affection for him at all. Making you the General’s wife is an imperial decree issued by the Emperor himself. You’ll definitely enjoy a life of luxury once you go.”

The life they're living now is nothing like what the eldest daughter of a high-ranking official should be living.

Not only was the place she lived in the most remote and worst place, but she also only had plain porridge and wild vegetables for two meals a day, without even a trace of meat. These past few days, presumably to help her survive until her wedding, they gave her an extra egg every day, which was unprecedented.

No wonder the original owner's health was so poor.

Although Jiang Qiqi didn't care much about these things, because once she felt a little better in a few days, she would be able to hunt birds on her own. Even if she didn't go out, the birds flying by in the sky would be enough to give her extra food.

But Xiang'er would ramble on for a while whenever she thought about it: "Our young lady is so weak, she can't eat a single drop of oil or fat all day long."

Even though I'm as thin as a monkey, I still have to worry about her.

Jiang Qiqi could only reply helplessly, "Yes, yes, yes, once we get to the General's Mansion, we'll be able to live a good life. Once I've recovered, we, mistress and servant, will go out and eat and drink well every day."

"Miss, you said it yourself. You must recover your health quickly. I'm waiting to rise to the top with you."

Jiang Qiqi patted her on the shoulder: "How can you compare yourself like that?"

Xiang'er scratched her head: "Miss, as you know, I've never been to school. I only know this one sentence, and I learned it from you."

"It's alright, Miss, I'll teach you to read from now on."

In her previous life, she took on one mission after another, changing identities one after another.

The nature of her job prevented her from having any close friends or family members; the only person she was familiar with was her boss, with whom she had direct contact.

Now she has arrived in a new world, without missions or pressure, and she longs for this kind of pure affection.

As the master and servant were chatting, Jiang Qiqi's ears twitched—they were back.

She discovered that although the body was weak, it had excellent hearing and eyesight, indicating good innate conditions.

"Xiang'er, I suddenly have a craving for osmanthus cake. Could you go and buy some for me?"

"Alright, I'll go right away. I'm glad you have an appetite, Miss."

After sending Xiang'er away, Jiang Qiqi slowly picked up a teacup and poured two cups of tea.

"Why must you be a thief? In broad daylight, why not come down and have a chat?"

The person on the roof was Twelve. He had originally found the room of the second young lady of the Jiang family, but he accidentally overheard some conversations and then came here to take care of some other matters.

Twelve was quite surprised. Although he didn't know what kind of person this Miss Jiang was, even if his lightness skill wasn't as good as Nineteen's, it was definitely not something that ordinary people could detect. Could it be that this young lady was a hidden master?

that……

Hehe, then their young master must be a natural-born martial arts prodigy, hehehehehehehe.

Jiang Qiqi was unaware of the complex thoughts on the other side of the roof, but she could roughly guess who they were. After all, she was frail and sickly since childhood, rarely went out, and didn't know anyone from the outside world.

The only person she has in common with now is her future husband, with whom she is about to get married.

"What's there to hide?" Jiang Qiqi said lightly, knowing that the people on the roof could hear her. "I've prepared some fragrant tea, please come down and have a cup."

Knowing he couldn't hide it any longer, Twelve jumped in through the back window. He was masked, so there was no need to worry: "You're Miss Jiang?"

"That's right. She's also your future general's wife."

Twelve immediately guessed his identity, and was not only surprised but also a little flustered.

"I have heard that Miss Jiang is not in good health. I hope that my visit will not disturb her."

He certainly couldn't sit down and have tea with his wife, even if she was his future wife.

"Sir, have you finished your business?" Jiang Qiqi did not respond to his question.

"What are you referring to, Miss?"

She made no attempt to hide anything: "Sir, isn't it a bit impolite of you to kill a maid so soon after arriving at my Jiang residence?"

This time, alarm bells were really ringing in Twelve's mind. Looking at the smiling woman in the opposite seat, he felt a sense of oppression for no reason.

"how do you know?"

"The master must have arrived when the maid brought me my wedding dress."

He had observed that the house was in a remote location, and there were no martial arts practitioners around. She had found him on her own, and he had noticed her as soon as he arrived.

This person's observational skills and intelligence are far beyond those of ordinary people.

Twelve was almost ready to back down immediately. Damn it, he was most afraid of dealing with such clever people. He used to think that his master was smart enough, but now it seemed that their future wife was just as clever.

So he didn't mince words and simply admitted it.

"Please forgive me, Miss Jiang. That maid had a foul mouth, so I threw her into the lake to wash her clean. And by the way, to vent my anger for Miss Jiang."

Anyone who dares to slander their master deserves to be killed, which would be too lenient.

Jiang Qiqi took a sip of tea and smiled, "Thank you very much, sir."

Twelve originally came just to visit out of curiosity, but now not only has her identity been discovered and exposed, but it seems like her every move is being monitored.

The future lady's presence was so intimidating that Twelve felt a chill run down her spine, yet she was also secretly excited. If this person could be of one mind with the general, she might become a great asset to them.

Of course, if she were in another faction and opposed her master, killing her would be as easy as crushing a chicken.