Time-Space Rift: The Special Agent Princess

【The Space-Time Rift Agent Princess】 Su Qingwu, a modern bomb-disposal ace, was swallowed by a bizarre rift while defusing a bomb. When she opened her eyes, she had become the daughter of a disgraced official in the Great Jing dynasty, and was being forced to marry Xiao Jue, the God of War. On her wedding night, Crown Prince Xiao Chenheng barged in carrying a witchcraft straw doll wrapped in black threads and pointed at her, calling her a wicked woman. But no one could have imagined that the blood-red vine mark suddenly appearing on her wrist could burn those black threads to ash. “Your blood can mend the space-time rifts.” Xiao Jue’s fingertip brushed her mark, his gaze deep and unreadable. “And my twin divine essences need your blood to suppress Chaos.” Only then did she realize that her transmigration had not been an accident: - Her blood was living “seam glue,” able to snap fractured space and time back together. - Xiao Jue concealed the light of creation and the darkness of Chaos within him, and could be devoured by the Chaos God lurking in the rifts at any moment. - Even the dragon-soul jade pendant worn by the cold-faced crown prince, Xiao Chenheng, needed a blood pact with her to keep its backlash in check. As the royal struggle for the throne collided with the collapse of space and time, she used bomb-disposal pliers to crush the Shadow Pavilion’s black-threaded poisoned arrows, solved the Chaos altar with physics equations, and even turned disease-prevention knowledge into nursery rhymes to teach the common people. After all, no matter how terrifying a rift might be, it was no match for a warm heart. “The Chaos God demands your blood pact as a sacrifice!” Emperor Xiao Yan cackled, raising his black-threaded scepter. Su Qingwu smeared her blood onto the fragments of Xiao Jue’s divine essence and smiled. “Sorry, my blood is for mending cracks, not feeding dogs.” Later, she stood before a gaping rift in space and time, Xiao Jue, stripped of his divine essence, holding her left hand, Xiao Chenheng, his dragon soul entirely scattered, leaning against her right, and behind them stood the common people, holding hoes, sugar jars, and embroidery needles.