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

When Jiang Zhiyu woke up, it was already noon.

The outside was as lively as during the New Year. Whether they were soldiers or researchers, everyone walked with a brisk pace. Their energetic spirit was something that the young people who contracted chicken plague in later generations could never have.

As soon as she opened the door, a young soldier ran over.

"Director Jiang, Battalion Commander Lu has already prepared food for you in the kitchen. Would you like to go eat there, or should I bring it to you?"

"I'll go over there."

Jiang Zhiyu strolled slowly toward the cafeteria. The sunshine was warm and pleasant. She had been on the go for the past two days and felt a bit sluggish. She wanted to find a place to sit down every few steps.

There were hardly any people left in the cafeteria. Two light side dishes and a bowl of rice were left for her on the stove. She sat down and ate slowly.

Lu Zhenting rushed in, saw her eating, paused for a moment, then continued walking over and stood in front of her.

Jiang Zhiyu put down her chopsticks and glanced at him.

"Battalion Commander Lu, what is it?"

Lu Zhenting didn't speak, but instead took a step back very solemnly, straightened his back, and gave her a perfect military salute.

"Thanks."

Jiang Zhiyu paused for a moment, then stood up and returned his salute.

"You're welcome, it's my job. Just do your job well and keep the information here from being leaked."

She picked up a piece of food and said again.

"Also, I've set up a poisonous miasma forest around the perimeter, so ordinary fishing boats and outside spyships can't see this place. However, it will take more than two months for the poisonous miasma forest to be fully formed, so during this time you must be careful to stay hidden and absolutely cannot be photographed by other countries' satellites. Also, try not to get close to those poisonous miasma forests. I will leave you with antidote before I leave."

Lu Zhenting stood at attention again.

"I guarantee the mission will be completed."

"Alright." Jiang Zhiyu sat down again, ate a couple of bites of rice, and said, "The cleanup work here is almost done. I'll be heading back to Kyoto soon. Oh, and by the way, I have a secret passage back; I won't be taking a helicopter, so you don't need to make any arrangements."

Lu Zhenting opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he just gave her another military salute.

...

After finishing her meal, Jiang Zhiyu tidied herself up, left the camp, and went to a secluded corner.

After confirming that no one was around, she focused her mind, and in a flash, she teleported back to Kyoto.

She was still wearing the same outfit she had worn yesterday in disguise.

She didn't rush back to the courtyard. She first circled around two streets to make sure no one was following her before turning into the alley leading to Zhuge Courtyard.

The moment she pushed open the door, Su Wanqing was hanging clothes to dry in the yard. When she looked up and saw her, the clothes hanger in her hand fell to the ground with a thud.

"You brat! You didn't even tell me you were going on a mission, you just left without a word! If Old Zhuge hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known!"

Jiang Zhiyu chuckled.

"I thought it would only take two or three days, so I didn't tell you."

Su Wanqing picked up the bed frame, looked her up and down, and her expression softened.

"What do you want to eat? Mom will make it for you."

"I just ate, so I'm not hungry yet. Could you make me some vegetarian dumplings this afternoon?"

Su Wanqing was taken aback and glanced at her.

"You silly girl, didn't you love meat? Why haven't you been eating any meat these past few days?"

Jiang Zhiyu smiled faintly and remained silent, not responding.

Before Su Wanqing could react, she waved her hand, turned around, and went into the kitchen.

"Okay, okay, I'll wrap it up for you."

Jiang Zhiyu returned to her room, lay down on the rocking chair, swayed a couple of times, and then lazily fell asleep again.

He slept soundly until Su Wanqing knocked on the door with dumplings in her hands.

Su Wanqing pushed open the door and came in. She saw her daughter sleeping soundly on the rocking chair, completely unconscious. She felt heartbroken.

"Girl, what missions have you been on lately? Why are you so tired?"

She woke the person up and put the plate on the table.

"Here, have a taste. This plate is vegetarian, and this plate is seafood."

Su Wanqing used her chopsticks to pick up a seafood dish and held it to Jiang Zhiyu's lips.

"Try it, it's delicious!"

Jiang Zhiyu took a bite in a daze.

The moment the fishy smell of seafood hit her, her stomach churned violently.

She abruptly pushed away her chopsticks, covered her mouth, and vomited.

Su Wanqing dropped the dumplings from her hand onto the plate and froze.

She stared at her daughter vomiting for several seconds, stunned.

Then her eyes slowly widened.

"Zhiyu... are you pregnant?"

After vomiting for a while, Jiang Zhiyu looked up, her mouth still wet with water, and nodded weakly.

"It's been over a month."

"Why didn't you say so sooner!" Su Wanqing's voice suddenly rose eight octaves. "What if you'd bumped or hurt yourself? Do you even know the precautions we should take? Do you know what you can and can't eat? You silly girl, you're so stubborn now, keeping such a big thing from the family!"

After she finished speaking, she turned and left.

"I'm going to tell your dad!"

She angrily took the plate of seafood dumplings away.

...

Sure enough, a few minutes later, Su Wanqing returned, followed by a menacing Jiang Boxun.

Jiang Zhiyu helplessly rubbed her forehead.

"Mom, please sit down and listen to me."

She sat down in the chair and looked at the two anxious faces in front of her.

"I only started to feel it these past couple of days myself. I was planning to surprise you guys once it was confirmed."

Jiang Boxun's face was grim.

"A surprise? Your surprise almost gave me a heart attack."

Su Wanqing added insult to injury from the side.

"You've all been urging me to have a grandchild, now that we're here, you can stop pressuring me."

Jiang Boxun sighed, his tone softening.

"You silly girl, you're getting more and more stubborn these days. Why didn't you tell your family about something this important beforehand? And you even dared to go out on a mission. What would we do if something happened to you?"

He paused for a moment, then asked again.

"Also, does Yanzhou know?"

Jiang Zhiyu shook her head.

Su Wanqing slapped her again, clearly annoyed.

"You silly girl, only Yanzhou spoils you like that. Don't bother with anything these next couple of days, don't even think about going on missions, just stay home and behave yourself. I'm going to call Yanzhou."

"Mom, don't call. He did a good job last time, and this time he's just there to coordinate work; he should be transferred back to Kyoto. If you call him now, he won't be able to do anything but worry. Anyway, he'll be back soon, so a day or two won't make a difference."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Boxun nodded in agreement.

"That makes sense. Let's not tell Yanzhou yet, so he won't worry on his long journey."

He turned to look at his troublesome daughter.

"Should we inform Old Master Song and Old Madam Song?"

"I'll go over there in a bit."

Su Wanqing slapped her again.

"Mom, why do you always hit me!"

"Why would you run around in your current condition? Even if you did, your parents would worry themselves sick. Alright, I'll call them. You just stay home and relax."

Jiang Zhiyu opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but seeing her mother's look, she swallowed her words back.

...

As expected.

Even though it was getting dark, Grandpa Song, Grandma Song, Song Huaijin, and Chen Guifang arrived in a hurry, carrying large and small bags.

As soon as Grandma Song was pushed through the door, she grabbed Jiang Zhiyu's hand and looked her up and down, her expression a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

"You silly girl, I heard you went on a mission yesterday? Did anything go wrong?"

"Don't worry, Grandma, I'm fine. I'm in great physical condition; I'm just feeling lazy and don't want to move these past couple of days."

Chen Guifang quickly responded.

"Oh dear, this is normal for pregnant women in the first few months. Feeling sleepy and weak is common. Do you have any dietary restrictions? What would you like to eat? Mom will make it for you."

Su Wanqing quickly took over the conversation.

"My dear in-law, you're busy at work, so don't worry about it. How much can this girl eat? I'll cook for her at home, and Aunt Ma is here to help out."

Grandpa Song and Grandma Song were so excited that their eyes turned red.

"Oh my god, I never expected this to happen at my age. I'm just waiting to hold my great-grandchild!"

As she spoke, Grandma Song pulled out a large wad of money from her pocket and forced it into Jiang Zhiyu's hand.

Jiang Zhiyu declined for a long time but couldn't refuse, so she simply accepted it.

Grandpa Song was beaming from ear to ear, rubbing his hands as he paced back and forth.

"Good, good. Yanzhou is a lucky kid."

Song Huaijin stood to the side, looking proud of being a grandfather.

The group chatted until midnight. Grandma Song left three times and came back each time, holding Jiang Zhiyu's hand and giving her a long list of instructions before finally leaving.

In the end, it was Jiang Boxun who stepped in to persuade them.

"Auntie, it's getting late. Your leg isn't feeling well, so you should go home and rest. We can talk another day."

Grandpa Song then slapped his thigh in exasperation.

"Oh dear, look at my brain, I was just too happy. Come on, let's go back."

The four of them walked out reluctantly, and Grandma Song was pushed to the door but looked back one last time.

"Zhiyu, whenever you want to eat dumplings, just tell Grandma, and Grandma will make them for you."

"Okay, Grandma."

The door finally closed.

Jiang Zhiyu leaned back in her chair, rubbing her stomach, and smiled slightly.

Su Wanqing was tidying up the table when she glanced at her.

"Alright, stop grinning like an idiot, hurry up and wash up and go to bed."