With three superpowers at his fingertips, he could dominate the 1970s.

When Jiang Zhiyu returned to the guesthouse, it was already dusk. The corridor was quiet, with only the distant echoes of the sentry's footsteps. She locked the door and the first thing she did was slip into her spatial dimension.

0047 had built a small pool of stones beside the spirit spring, just big enough for one person. The temperature inside was comfortable, perfect for a bath. Jiang Zhiyu took off her clothes and soaked in the pool, her fatigue instantly disappearing. Who would have thought she could now indulge in the luxury of bathing in spirit spring water? 0047 hurriedly and obsequiously placed almond cookies and milk tea brought back from Hong Kong on the stone table beside her. Jiang Zhiyu took a sip of the milk tea and sighed.

"It's still more comfortable in the space." Looking at his reflection in the water, how could he dare to take a bath like this after ten years in the apocalypse? He was lucky to even have a sip of water to drink.

After soaking for a while, she wrapped herself in a clean towel and sat on a stone bench, eating almond cookies while taking stock of the space.

"Put these appliances in the west warehouse." Jiang Zhiyu pointed to the dusty washing machine and refrigerator in the corner. "Move the electric car and car to the garage, and remember to charge the batteries."

[Host, these things are just decorations in this era. How can you use them openly?] 0047 muttered as he did as instructed.

"There will always be a time when it comes in handy." Jiang Zhiyu touched a slightly worn off-road vehicle, which she had driven for three years during the apocalypse. It was a powerful vehicle. "In case I need to travel long distances in the future, it's better than relying on my own two feet."

After tidying up, the space felt much cleaner. Jiang Zhiyu yawned, lay down on the soft bed she had brought from her villa in Hong Kong, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Commander Li's office was filled with smoke.

Song Yanzhou stood before the table, his brows furrowed as he looked at the newly delivered documents. The paper detailed Jiang Zhiyu's past: daughter of a professor at Yenching University, a graduate of the affiliated high school of Beijing Normal University, with excellent grades and a cheerful personality, described by the neighbors as a "sensible little girl." The girl in the photograph had a ponytail and two shallow dimples when she smiled, a stark contrast to the aloof and distant Jiang Zhiyu of today.

"What kind of person do you think this girl is?" Commander Li tapped the table, cigarette ash falling onto his military green trousers.

Song Yanzhou pondered for a moment: "Sober, restrained, and extremely averse to trouble. He's indifferent to everything, except when his parents are mentioned, his eyes show emotion." He paused, then added, "His skills are beyond what a recent graduate would have, and he's highly alert. It's like he's undergone some major event that has changed him."

"Yes, it's a big deal." Commander Li pushed the documents to him. "Take a look for yourself. Her parents were framed and sent to the countryside, to Kaoshantun at the foot of Changbai Mountain in Northeast China. As for her... the documents say she 'went to Hong Kong to visit relatives with her uncle,' but do you think a 17-year-old girl could suddenly become so skilled and even snatch documents back from those powerful figures in Hong Kong?"

Song Yanzhou's fingertips traced the words "elder uncle," and his heart skipped a beat. He recalled Jiang Zhiyu's coldness when she mentioned being "taken to Hong Kong by her elder uncle." The estrangement in her tone was more like that of an enemy than a relative.

What exactly did she experience in the port city?

Commander Li didn't answer, but just looked out the window: "People change when they're in dire straits." He was silent for a while, then suddenly slammed his hand on the table. "Regardless of what she was like before, her trust in the organization is enough. Suppress your doubts and deal with her parents' situation first."

"Yes." Song Yanzhou put away the documents and turned to leave.

When he knocked on the guesthouse door, Jiang Zhiyu had just finished washing up, her hair still damp. Seeing him, a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes: "What is it?"

"Commander Li is looking for you; he has news about your parents."

Jiang Zhiyu's eyes lit up, and she grabbed her coat and headed outside: "Let's go."

The atmosphere in Commander Li's office was more relaxed than in the morning. He pointed to the documents on the table: "Comrade Jiang, the matter of your parents has been investigated and clarified. They were framed and have now been sent to Kaoshantun in the Northeast. Conditions there are harsh, but it's safe for the time being—those who are watching them haven't dared to extend their reach that far yet."

Jiang Zhiyu's fingertips traced the three characters "Kaoshantun," her knuckles turning white: "I want to go find them."

"I guessed it." Commander Li took out two pieces of paper. "There are two options. One is to go to the Northeast with Song Yanzhou and the others as an unofficial member, and you can visit your parents along the way, but the time will be short and you can't stay for long; the other is that I will arrange for you to be an educated youth and go directly to Kaoshantun to work in the countryside, so you can stay with them for a long time and it will be easier to take care of them."

Jiang Zhiyu answered almost without hesitation: "I choose the educated youth."

Song Yanzhou was taken aback for a moment, but then showed no surprise. He knew that for her, her parents would always be her top priority.

"Okay." Commander Li nodded. "I'll get the formalities done as soon as possible. But it's cold in the Northeast, so you'll have to be prepared."

"Thank you, Commander Li." Jiang Zhiyu stood up, her gaze sweeping over Song Yanzhou. "If you need any help with your mission, or if anything happens in the Northeast, feel free to contact me anytime."

Song Yanzhou's heart skipped a beat, and he was about to say, "Our mission is near Kaoshantun," when he was stopped by a look from Division Commander Li.

After the two walked out of the office building, Song Yanzhou said in a low voice, "It's very cold in the Northeast. I'll have someone prepare some cotton-padded clothes and frostbite cream for you."

"No need," Jiang Zhiyu shook her head. "I have my own preparations."

In her space, there were plenty of military overcoats and warm supplies collected during the apocalypse, which were much more resistant to the cold than the cotton-padded clothes she wore now.

Looking at her slender figure, Song Yanzhou suddenly realized that this seemingly aloof girl was actually more resilient than anyone else. From the pursuit in Hong Kong to the disappearance of her parents, she never panicked and always knew what she wanted.

"Shall I take you back to the guesthouse to pack your things?"

"Um."

Sunlight filtered through the branches of the sycamore trees, falling on the two of them. As Song Yanzhou walked, he suddenly remembered Commander Li's words—no matter what she was like before, she is trustworthy now.

Perhaps, with her there, the mission to the Northeast would go more smoothly. He glanced at Jiang Zhiyu furtively and saw her staring intently at the sentries in the distance; a slight smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

After seeing Song Yanzhou off, Jiang Zhiyu turned and headed towards the supply and marketing cooperative. She placed her canvas bag on the counter and said crisply, "Give me two new cotton quilts, the thickest kind."

The sales clerk had just finished packing when she pointed to the shelf again: "Two enamel mugs, two washbasins, and two sets of soap and towels, please."

Passing by a specialty shop, I couldn't tear myself away—I stuffed five bags of instant Nanxiang steamed buns, three jin of spiced beans, and even two boxes of butterfly pastries.

"Young lady, did you bring so much with you to the countryside?" the shopkeeper asked with a smile.

Jiang Zhiyu paid, put the items in her bag, and said casually, "It's always good to have something on hand."

Back at the guesthouse, she looked at the "obvious supplies" piled on the bed and touched the canned goods and dried goods that were even more crammed into the room before nodding in relief.