"Drink this, you wretched girl! Let’s see how you keep refusing me now!"
Ye Chutang’s head throbbed with pain as someone pinched her chin, forcing a foul-smelling liquid down her throat. She tried to struggle, but she didn’t even have the strength to open her eyes, coughing violently as the liquid choked her.
Hadn’t she died in the apocalyptic fire?
Suddenly, memories that weren’t hers flooded her mind.
Ye Chutang had transmigrated.
She was now the eldest legitimate daughter of the Minister of Revenue, Ye Jingchuan—also named Ye Chutang.
The original owner had lost her mother at the age of two and was sent to the countryside by her neglectful father, abandoned for fifteen years.
The couple tasked with caring for her no longer wanted to stay in the countryside. They schemed to return to the Minister’s Mansion to secure a future for their son.
Their plan? Rape and murder the original owner, disguising it as death by illness. But the girl overheard them.
She tried to flee but was caught.
Rather than submit, she chose death—smashing her head against a wall.
Now, the original owner was gone, and in her place stood Ye Chutang—a powerhouse survivor from the 23rd-century apocalypse.
The woman, seeing the potion take effect, threw Ye Chutang onto the bed.
"You wretched girl, consider it your good fortune to serve my son before you die!"
"Son, she’s all yours. Later, let your father have a turn too."
"Don’t worry, Ma. If I get meat, Dad gets the broth."
"Little beauty, let big brother take good care of you. I’ll make sure you feel like you’re in heaven."
The man leered, reaching to undo Ye Chutang’s clothes.
Suddenly, her eyes snapped open. She seized his wrist—and crushed it.
"Ahhh!"
His scream, shrill as a slaughtered pig, made the woman at the door whirl around.
"Son! What’s wrong?"
Before she could finish, Ye Chutang sprang from the bed and kicked the pervert between the legs.
Eggs shattered. Bird perished.
His spine cracked from bottom to top, inch by inch.
Ye Chutang grinned. "Good. My martial arts are still intact."
But without her inner energy in this delicate new body, the power wasn’t what it used to be.
"Ma… it hurts!"
The man collapsed like a sack of mud.
The burly woman rushed to her son’s side, pressing fingers under his nose.
No breath.
"Gang’er!" she wailed.
Then she lunged at Ye Chutang.
"You bitch! I’ll kill you! Pay for my son’s life!"
Ye Chutang watched coldly—then kicked her square in the chest.
"Off you go."
Outside, the old man called, "Woman, what’s happening?"
Before he could react, his wife came flying out—so fast he couldn’t dodge. They crashed into the wall together, bones breaking on impact.
By the time they hit the ground, both were dead.
Ye Chutang stood at the doorway, lips curling as she eyed the corpses.
Now, the three people who knew the original owner best were gone.
If anyone questioned her sudden medical or martial prowess, she could spin any tale she pleased.
Her body burned hotter. She retreated inside, rolling up her sleeve to reveal a crescent-shaped birthmark.
Focusing her will, she confirmed her spatial ability and powers had followed her into this world.
Relieved, she checked her own pulse—then grimaced.
The stinking broth Granny Liu had forced down her throat?
A drug meant for sows in heat.
"Damn it!"
Could her luck get any worse?
She was a doctor, not a veterinarian! This concoction might be beyond her.
Ye Chutang pulled antidotes from her spatial storage, swallowing them in handfuls.
They helped—but not enough.
Heat surged. Strength faded. Sanity slipped.
She bit her tongue hard, pain clearing her mind briefly.
"Guess I’ll have to do this the old-fashioned way."
Her own voice dripped with honeyed lust, making her bones melt.
She rushed outside, sprinting across stone paths to a flowering crabapple tree. Earth manipulation flared—and she vanished.
Reappearing at a mountain spring, she eyed the icy waters. Perfect for dousing her flames.
Without hesitation, she leaped in—
—and slammed into a wall of muscle.
A scorching-hot, intoxicatingly male wall of muscle.
"A man? Out here in the wilderness?"
Reason said push away. Instinct made her hands slide beneath his silk undershirt, exploring.
Eight-pack abs. Lean waist. That perfect V-line.
Divine.
She buried her face in his neck, inhaling deeply.
"So good."
Then—teeth sank into his throat as her fingers yanked his belt loose.
Her hand dove lower, almost reaching—
A vise-like grip locked around her wrist.
"Who are you?" A dangerously smooth voice demanded. "How did you find me?"
If not for the secrecy of his mission, this brazen woman would already be dead.
The pain cleared some fog.
Ye Chutang blinked up through lust-heavy eyes—and saw perfection.
Broad shoulders, narrow waist, legs for days. Thick brows, high nose—a face carved by gods.
And that crimson hair? Not natural. A mark of deadly poison raging through him.
A dying man.
Her ticket to heaven.
"Ye Chutang," she panted. "Eldest daughter of Minister Ye Jingchuan, raised in exile. I was drugged. Be my cure, and I’ll give you wealth, power—and cure your fire toxin."
His scoff vibrated through her. "Touch me again, and you die."
He couldn’t afford anger—not while suppressing the poison.
As for her offers?
Money? He had empires.
Power? Second only to the throne.
The toxin? Incurable.
Yet… how did this rural nobody know about his condition?
Perhaps the "ignorant country girl" wasn’t so ignorant after all.
Ye Chutang didn’t care about his suspicions.
She only knew one thing—she couldn’t hold back anymore.
"Handsome," she purred, "let’s make this worth your while."
With that, her legs wrapped around the man’s lean, powerful waist, her arms looped around his neck, and she pressed her lips to his.
Qi Yanzhou hadn’t expected Ye Chutang to take such bold initiative.
Shock and fury surged within him, reigniting the fire poison he had barely managed to suppress.
His chest burned as if scorched by flames, his blood boiling in response, his eyes so red they seemed to weep tears of blood.
The metallic tang of blood rose uncontrollably in his throat.
Ye Chutang tasted the iron bitterness in his mouth and knew his poison had flared.
The next moment, the man collapsed into unconsciousness, his body plummeting downward.
She caught him with effort, muttering, "So weak."
After a grumble, she retrieved a pill refined from ice silkworms from her spatial storage and slipped it into Qi Yanzhou’s mouth.
Though the pill couldn’t cure the poison, it could suppress its effects, keeping it at bay for a month.
Feeling his body temperature gradually return to normal, Ye Chutang wasted no time hauling him to the edge of the pool and pinning him beneath her.
