After the rain, the coolness of late autumn wafted through Clearspring Village.
Miss Gu Jiao chased him to the village entrance, sweating profusely. “Master Qin, Master Qin…”
Slurp!
As she slipped, she fell flat on her face.
Then, the carriage before her sped off, splattering mud all over her.
“Hahahahaha!”
The people surrounding her burst into laughter.
Gu Jiaoniang was the village fool. She had a crippled husband at home, but she ignored the honest man at home and kept chasing after Young Master Qin in town.
And who was Young Master Qin? His father was a minister, he was an exemplary scholar, and he had the looks to match. Why would he fancy some dirty tramp?
“Hah! A toad lusting after a swan’s flesh!”
“Exactly! Take a good look at yourself in the mirror! You think Young Master Qin will ever take a liking to someone like you?!”
“Whore!”
“Freak!”
“Moron!”
Miss Gu Jiao was furious. Perching her hands on her hips, she stammered back fiercely, “You… you people aren’t allowed to scold me…”
A child hopped out. “Hehehe! So what if we do? Moron, moron, moron! Freak, freak, freak!”
Humiliated, Miss Gu Jiao flew into a rage and pounced towards the child, but she tripped and fell into the water…
At the bottom of the ice-cold lake, the unconscious woman suddenly opened her eyes.
What’s going on? Didn’t I crash my plane into an iceberg during a mission and die? Why am I in the water?
Gu Jiao swam towards the shore with all her might.
However, she did not know if it was because she had fallen badly, but she could not exert much strength.
When she finally made it ashore, she felt like she was about to collapse.
When the villagers on the shore saw Gu Jiao sink, they were about to use their poles to scoop her up, but she had floated up on her own. Everyone looked at each other and dispersed in an instant.
Before Gu Jiao could understand what was going on, she saw a group of people in strange clothes running away.
She lay on the chilly grass and wiped the water off her face. Then, she was startled.
She looked at her hands in surprise.
These hands belonged to a fourteen or fifteen-year-old; but she was already twenty-eight years old. How could she have such petite hands?
Moreover, as the exquisite queen of the secret agent world, she knew how to take care of herself. However, her hands were covered in frostbite scars, and parts of her skin were even cracked.
Soon, Gu Jiao realized that not only had her hands changed, but even her clothes and figure had changed.
A bold guess flashed in Gu Jiao’s mind.
She went to the surface of the water to check her current appearance, but she almost fell in again.
What’s with all this garish stuff?
Gu Jiao took some water and washed the inferior rouge off her face. Unexpectedly, she looked even uglier after washing it off—not only was her face sallow and thin, but there was also a big red patch on her left cheek that extended to the end of her eye.
In her previous life, even a small pimple would have Gu Jiao hopping mad for three days. Now, confronted with such an ugly visage, she wished she could die on the spot again!
“Speaking of which, where is this? What dynasty is it?”
As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a sharp pain in her head. A memory that did not belong to her surged forth.
Ouch—
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