Chapter 316: Volume 1 Chapter 316 Prison Cage (1)

777: "The information about the next world is unknown."

Jiang Zhi lay down in the Rest Cabin, closed her eyes, and said, "I'll rest for a week; when the time comes, wake me up."

777 agreed.

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Deep autumn, Southern City had continuous overcast rain for a month; the fine, desolate rain washed over the tall buildings and long streets, leaving few people on the streets.

A black car drove down the long, empty asphalt road; the girl in the back seat had black hair flowing like a waterfall to her waist, her fair side profile slightly lifted, her eyes intently gazing at the scenery outside the window.

She wore a slightly worn light-colored linen shirt, pearl-white long skirt reaching her calves, flat leather shoes on her feet, heels swaying left and right with the drizzling rain outside the window.

The driver in front and the woman in the passenger seat were talking.

"How many is she now?"

"She's probably the seventh, right? She's so beautiful—I think Steward Wang should take her in."

"What good is beauty? I've heard several noble young ladies rushed to become Marshal Fu's lover, but they were all kicked out. Even a woman who dreamed of seducing Marshal Fu was shot dead by him before she could get into bed."

"Good heavens, that's too cruel."

Their low conversation fell entirely into Jiang Zhi's ears in the back seat.

As her soul merged with this body, she clearly felt its weakness.

The original owner had a serious heart condition; even running two steps could be fatal. Just two days after turning eighteen, she had been left in the hospital by her parents since childhood and rarely received visits.

This world is a completely fictional Republic of China era, with constant frontline warfare and the state under military control.

The original owner's parents were a wealthy merchant family, but in maintaining this generation they began to decline, on the verge of bankruptcy.

They heard that Marshal Fu's steward was recruiting a family doctor, so through special channels they obtained the contact of the Fu family's steward and sent their frail daughter over.

They not only received a large sum of money but also dreamed of gaining Marshal Fu's favor.

In the end, the original owner never even entered the Fu family gate; getting caught in the rain worsened her condition, and she died shortly after returning home.

The world's antagonist is none other than this Marshal Fu, Fu Shao Huai, who at a mere ten or so years old was thrown onto the battlefield by his ruthless father—nominally for training, but actually his father wished him dead.

Fu Shao Huai's mother and his father entered a political marriage; his father felt nothing for her, harboring a secret white moonlight in his heart, but when that white moonlight confirmed she was carrying his father's child, Fu Shao Huai's mother killed her.

His mother went mad, personally ripped open the white moonlight's womb to extract the unformed child and presented it to his father.

Upon hearing the news, his father fainted outright; when he awoke, Fu Shao Huai's mother had already committed suicide.

As for Fu Shao Huai, who remained in the world, his father hated him to the bone.

Fu Shao Huai, after years of campaigning, not only survived but rose to a rank higher than his father's, holding the title of First-Class Grand Marshal with numerous military achievements.

Yet he suffers from a severe psychological disorder; at night he becomes frenzied, violent, and cruel.

This condition grows increasingly apparent and frequent with time.

Jiang Zhi's mission is to obtain Fu Shao Huai's Love Points and Hatred Value.

She must not only maintain her cover but also undertake the mission despite the constant risk of being killed by the antagonist.

Having just finished a week's vacation, her mission and cover are now extremely perilous.

"Brother Seven, are you unwilling to give me a way out?"

777 was also afraid, saying, "Host, you have one exemption from mission-failure punishment, so don't be afraid."

Jiang Zhi sighed.

This world evolved from a novel, a Republic of China setting, throughout which the male and female leads suffer a deep, tragic romance.

But once the antagonist's plot arrives, it's either killing or various bloody, brutal scenes—so extreme they could be rated as the most violent 18+ content.

She sat in the heated car, a thick wool shawl draped over her shoulders; aside from a faint ache in her chest, everything else was fine.

Mainly, her mindset was good.

If this were her first world, she would surely have been frightened into a heart attack on the spot.

Fortunately, she had already experienced such worlds before and was prepared.

As they drew nearer to the Fu residence, the two people up front fell silent and sat upright.

After passing through a dense, secluded forest, the car entered a remote, chilly stretch; a few minutes later it stopped before the dark‑bronze‑painted iron gate.

The sky looked as if ink had been splashed across it; dark clouds covered the heavens, fine rain fell continuously, and the gravel road was laid with rows of pebbles all the way inside the iron gate.

The woman in the passenger seat opened her umbrella, stepped out of the car, pressed the doorbell, and shortly afterward the steward opened a side door and came out.

They conversed for a while; the woman took a stack of contracts from her bag and showed them to the steward, who after examining them for a few minutes turned his gaze to the girl's face in the back seat.

The car windows were not privacy glass, so the interior could be seen from outside.

"Let her get out." Steward Wang said.

The woman happily walked to the rear car door, opened it, and said, "Miss, come out; we've arrived."

Jiang Zhi smoothed the embroidered hem of her light orchid‑patterned skirt, felt the cold wind blowing in, pressed a handkerchief to her lips, and softly asked, "Sister, could you come a bit closer?"

The woman heard her, glanced at the umbrella, quickly understood, and passed over the umbrella to shield the front of the car.

Jiang Zhi walked toward the car with measured steps, her heels splashing in the puddles and staining her skirt with a few drops of water; she brushed them off, then greeted the somewhat older Steward Wang not far away.

"Hello, Steward Wang."

Steward Wang was very pleased with her appearance; her gentle, refined grace resembled a solitary orchid blooming on a cliff edge—subtle and elegant, evoking pity.

But his approval meant nothing; she still needed the Marshal's satisfaction.

These days, under the pretense of hiring a family doctor, many young women have come; several have nearly died at the Marshal's hands, and this girl at first glance looks doomed to a beautiful but short life.

He pondered, then spoke earnestly: "This job isn't easy; it may even threaten your life. Are you sure you want to apply?"

The girl had a pure, clear complexion; her brows and eyes were as lovely as a painted beauty, beautiful indeed, though her life was short; hearing her gentle, soft voice, she said, "Certainly."

Steward Wang had said all he could; there was nothing more to add.

The car drove off, and the woman gave her the delicate pale‑yellow umbrella.

Jiang Zhi's fingers were slender as she gripped the umbrella handle, following behind Wang Guan Jia into Fu Fu.

Fu Fu displayed magnificence and grandeur everywhere, its grounds spacious; street lamps lit up one by one, dispelling the darkness of the rainy night like stars, illuminating the whole garden. In the garden center stood a small western-style house occupying a large area; further ahead lay an artificial lakeshore crossed by a stone bridge; in the distance stood an octagonal pavilion.