Chapter 1

"At least she still has some sense of shame and ended it cleanly herself, so my old wife doesn’t have to send her to the pig cage," an old woman sneered.

"Since she’s dead, wrap her in a straw mat and toss her into the forest," another voice added coldly.

Jiang Li listened to these unfamiliar and vicious words and sighed deeply.

Do old ladies in the underworld quarrel like this too?

She had just completed a mission, bringing back winter supplies when the base was bombed, and she was killed in the explosion.

She moved slightly but lacked the strength, her whole body aching as if beaten badly.

Memories not her own flooded her mind.

It seemed she had possessed another’s body.

From the post-apocalyptic era, she had come to a chaotic time.

From the original owner’s memories, this was the Great Qing Dynasty. In recent years, floods, droughts, and wars raged everywhere, with bandits roaming freely.

The original owner was a daughter of a northern aristocratic family, born out of wedlock, seventeen years old. On the way south, she injured her leg encountering bandits. Her mother apologized to her, carrying her younger brother and fleeing, abandoning her. Afraid of falling into bandits’ hands and being humiliated, she jumped off a cliff but didn’t die and instead was captured by bandits. After recovering, she was sold to Xue Chengju as a second wife.

Just after formalizing the marriage and before the wedding night, Xue Chengju died, entrusting his seven-year-old son and daughter, Xue Man and Xue Ning, to her care.

The original owner, an outsider with two children and some beauty, caught the eye of Xue Chengju’s brother, Xue Chengxiang. One night, he sneaked into her room but failed, causing a commotion.

The Xue family didn’t blame Xue Chengxiang for harassing his widowed sister-in-law; instead, they accused the original owner of impropriety and threatened to throw her into a pig cage.

Unable to bear the humiliation, the original owner hanged herself.

When she woke, she was Jiang Li.

According to the original memories, this was a village under Guanshan County called Houqiu Village. She didn’t know where her family had gone, but her household registration was here, so she might have to live here for a while.

Fully awake, Jiang Li propped herself up.

“She’s come back from the dead!” someone cried, and the crowd around her scattered. Only the two thin, emaciated children knelt nearby, tears staining their faces. When she woke, they stopped crying, choking on their sobs.

“Mother, it’s so good that you’re not dead!”

Jiang Li frowned slightly. The original owner became a widow upon arrival—what kind of mother was that?

But now she was sore all over, thirsty, and hungry.

“Is there any water?”

Xue Man, kneeling, immediately got up, fetched a ceramic jar from the corner, and came back with a pot of cool water. Though thirsty, Jiang Li drank only small sips before setting it down.

“Are you human or ghost?”

That voice was familiar—the old woman who wanted to throw her into the forest.

Her mother-in-law, grandmother to the children.

“Do ghosts need to eat and drink?” a woman beside the old lady said angrily. “You’re lucky to have survived hanging. You fox spirit are destined to die in the pig cage.”

Jiang Li was too weak to argue. Looking at the children, she asked, “Is there any food?”

The children looked confused but slowly lowered their heads.

“Say something,” Jiang Li urged.

Only the old woman and the other woman laughed mockingly. The children didn’t answer.

Jiang Li frowned. Right, in this era, many families kept their sons together, so grain was pooled. With the men dead, the food and money were in the old woman’s hands.

Jiang Li took a deep breath, stood shakily, and headed outside.

If she survived the apocalypse, she wasn’t going to starve here—no way.

Before reaching the door, her sleeve was grabbed. She looked down to see Xue Man, who pulled her back and dug up two palm-sized wild vegetable cakes from under the straw. They were hard and cold, probably stored for days.

“You little brat, hiding food!” the old woman cursed, rushing over to snatch the cakes.

Jiang Li grabbed them and called Xue Ning over. The three of them shared the cakes.

Jiang Li bit into the hard, slightly sour cakes—they were probably spoiled—but hunger made her endure the taste.

The children watched silently, not touching their cakes.

“Eat it, or it’ll rot,” Jiang Li urged.

Xue Man hesitated. “Mother, this is our food for the next few days.”

Jiang Li stopped chewing and broke a piece off to hand back to him.

She slowly finished the cakes, regaining some strength, and approached the crowd.

“You’re all just waiting to throw me into the pig cage,” she said.

The old woman, leading the group, scowled as if ready to devour her.

“Our Xue family has a spotless reputation. We’ve never seen trash like you, who sleeps with your late husband’s younger brother right after his death!”

Jiang Li listened to the filthy accusations and searched for Xue Chengxiang among the crowd but found no sign.

She chuckled lightly. “They say adulterers come in pairs. Here I am. Where’s the other man? Didn’t bring him? If you want to throw me in the pig cage, bring the village head and the adulterer here.”

The crowd remained still. Jiang Li looked at the old woman, “Well then, old lady?”

The old woman called over a young man, gave orders, and sent him out. Soon, the village head arrived, bringing Xue Chengxiang along.

Xue Chengxiang followed, his face leering and disgusting.

“Old Lady Li, Xue Chengju just died. What’s all this fuss about?”

Before the old woman could answer, a woman beside her rushed forward.

“Please, village head, make a ruling. Our eldest brother’s corpse isn’t even cold, and this harlot seduced Chengxiang, even into bed!”

The village head lifted his pipe and looked at Jiang Li.

“Jiang Shi, what do you say?”

Before Jiang Li could speak, Xue Man stepped forward to explain.

“Grandpa Qiu, my mother didn’t do that. That night, she went to bed early. It was my second uncle who sneaked in, trying to do something improper. When my mother refused, the commotion started.”

He pulled his sister along. “We can both testify for mother.”

Jiang Li pulled him aside and approached the village head. After a slight nod, she looked at Xue Chengxiang, her mind raging over that night.

“So you’re Xue Chengxiang?”

Xue Chengxiang grinned. “Sister-in-law, don’t pretend you don’t know me now, and don’t deny you called me here last night.”

Jiang Li looked at him coldly, then cracked a few bitter laughs.

The village head felt a chill and stepped aside.

As he moved away, Jiang Li suddenly executed a shoulder throw, slamming Xue Chengxiang to the ground with a thud, dust rising.

Dizzy and in pain, Xue Chengxiang felt as if his leg was broken.

Jiang Li kicked him twice with all her might, then stomped on his face.

“You scum, how dare you falsely accuse me of seducing you? Look at yourself—are you worthy?”

Her gaze swept coldly over the Xue family.

The adults were unfazed, but several children stared in shock, mouths agape.

“Wow, auntie is so strong—”

Before the child finished, an adult covered their mouth.

Jiang Li turned to the village head, her expression softening.

“Village head, adults may scheme, but children don’t lie. Besides, these two aren’t my biological children, so they wouldn’t lie in my favor. As someone almost harmed, I’ve avenged myself today. Let’s settle all grudges here. Please bear witness.”

The village head nodded slightly, pipe in hand.

The old woman and Xue Chengxiang’s wife, Liu Chunhua, charged at Jiang Li, ready to strike, but Jiang Li raised her hand, stopping them in their tracks.

She stepped back from Xue Chengxiang’s face and watched the two women fall upon him.

Xue Chengxiang wailed, “Mother! Wife! My leg’s broken—I’m paralyzed!”

The old woman hurriedly called to the young man sent for the village head.

“Quick, fetch Zhao Granny here.”

Ignoring them, Jiang Li seized the moment with the village head present to demand a division of property; otherwise, endless trouble would follow.

“My husband, Xue Chengju, is dead. This family no longer has room for me. Today, with the village head here, I want to divide the property.”

Everyone else wanted her gone. Only the two children looked bewildered.

“Xue Man, Aning, do you want to come with me or stay with the Xue family?”

Jiang Li lacked much affection, but the children seemed decent. If they wished to stay with her, she’d raise them.

Xue Man glanced at his grandmother and uncles, then at Jiang Li. Before his father died, he had specifically told him to stay with this stepmother.

Though he found her unreliable, he chose to obey his father.

“We want to come with you.”

A woman grabbed Xue Man, scolding, “You little brat, who is she to you that you want to go with her?”

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