After getting tipsy at a hot pot party with her best friend, Xia Jin and Gu Xiang wake up as the wives of rival commanders, with one married to Marshal Qin.
The day Japanese forces shell the city walls, Xia Jin’s System suddenly activates. It lets her buy weapons from a 21st-century arsenal, but payment has to be made in silver dollars.
She immediately pawns the original owner’s jade necklace and trades it for three mortar shells, blasting a Japanese tank to pieces.
The whole city erupts: “That vixen really is collaborating with the enemy! Her lover must have sent her that iron turtle!”
When trouble breaks out in Marshal Qin’s household, his first wife, Gu Xiang, kicks the door in with a knife: “You slut! That tank your lover sent...”
Before she can finish, Xia Jin sprays her in the face with pepper spray: “Get a grip! It’s called a T-34!”
The two stare at each other’s manicures, frozen in place.
“Holy crap, are those the same rhinestones I bought in a group deal?”
“Is your nail salon VIP number 188?”
The System suddenly flashes a notification:
[Two lovers of homegrown products detected. Double Mall unlocked: buy weapons and get Lao Gan Ma chili sauce]
[Today’s flash sale: Italian cannon + self-heating hot pot combo, only three gold teeth from traitors]
The smell of gunpowder crept into her nostrils, a scorched, sulfurous stench mixed with the sharp tang of rust and dust, hitting her right in the head. Xia Jin curled up in a huanghuali armchair, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the intricate carvings on its armrests. The wood felt warm and slightly oily to the touch, but in her heart, it was as if a stone from an ice cellar weighed her down.
Her gaze drifted upward, to a glaringly white bundle hanging from the rafters.
It was a length of fine white Hangzhou silk, left behind by the original owner, Tang Manyun. She had hanged herself
