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

In Kyoto, a thousand miles away, Su Ran smashed the enamel cup in her hand on the ground, spilling tea everywhere.

"Impossible! How could Song Yanzhou submit a dating report?" She screamed into the phone, her voice as sharp as a cat whose tail had been stepped on. "Brother, did you hear me right?" In the original book, he was single his whole life and never even considered getting married!

Su Xu frowned on the other end of the phone: "The Revolutionary Committee saw it with their own eyes, the relationship report has already been submitted. What's wrong with you?"

Ignoring her brother's impatience, Su Ran hung up the phone and started pacing around the room. As a transmigrator, she clearly remembered every plot point—in the original book, Song Yanzhou was a powerful and ruthless general who held a high position twenty years later. He never married, and his only "scandal" was that he once saved a girl who jumped into a river, but unfortunately, she didn't survive.

But now, he's actually in a relationship?

Could it be because of her time travel that the plot has gone completely off track in order to prevent any accidents from happening in advance?

Su Ran grabbed her hair in frustration, her nails digging deep into her scalp. The identity she had transmigrated into was that of the youngest daughter of Su Qiming, the director of the Kyoto Revolutionary Committee. The original owner of this body was a troublemaker who ran rampant in Kyoto, and her father was the culprit who sent Jiang Zhiyu's parents to the Northeast.

Since she came here, her primary goal was clear—to find the Su family's ancestral jade pendant that contained the spiritual spring space.

According to the original story, Jiang Zhiyu's mother, Su Wanqing, was the daughter of a capitalist in Shanghai. When her family moved abroad, they left her most of their assets, including the jade pendant. After Su Qiming discovered this, he confiscated Su Wanqing's property but found little. Enraged, he exiled the Jiang family to Kaoshantun. Later, Jiang Zhiyu went to the Shanghai Revolutionary Committee with a chest of dowry to plead for leniency. Her current elder brother, Su Xu, took advantage of her and not only stole the dowry but also ruined her reputation. In despair, Jiang Zhiyu attempted suicide by jumping into a river. She was rescued by Song Yanzhou, who was on a mission, but could not be saved. The jade pendant in the dowry was unexpectedly contracted by Su Xu. Relying on his spiritual spring space and the treasures he had plundered, the Su family escaped overseas before being liquidated and rose to prominence.

But now?

The plot is completely messed up!

Jiang Zhiyu didn't go to Shanghai to plead for mercy; instead, her uncle took her to Hong Kong. Su Xu didn't see Jiang Zhiyu, and naturally, she didn't get the jade pendant. The people she sent to Kaoshantun and Shanghai searched the Jiang couple's luggage and their small villa, but they couldn't find even a trace of the jade pendant. News even came from Hong Kong that Jiang Zhiyu had drowned at sea, just like in the original book, and her uncle's family had disappeared after disembarking. But the jade pendant still hadn't appeared!

"Where is it?" Su Ran swept the documents off the table. "That's my cheat code! Why did it disappear as soon as I arrived?"

She knew the plot well; since she was here, she was naturally the heroine of the book, possessing a spiritual spring space and enjoying wealth and luxury. But now, she was a joke, clinging to a father about to be purged, having lost even her only hope. With just over a year left before the Su family's downfall, she urged her father to immigrate, but Su Qiming was blinded by power and wouldn't listen to his "good-for-nothing daughter."

She originally had another idea—to marry Song Yanzhou.

In the original book, Song Yanzhou is a powerful military and political figure twenty years later. If she could marry him beforehand, she could rely on the Song family's influence to live a peaceful life after the Su family fell from power, simply by severing ties with her father. But now, he's actually submitted a dating report?

"Who is it? Who stole my things and now wants to steal my person?" Su Ran stared intently out the window, her eyes filled with resentment. She couldn't believe that Jiang Zhiyu, who should have drowned, was not only alive but had also become her "love rival."

At the same time, in the Song family's old house in the Kyoto Military Region compound, Song Bingzheng was happily watching his wife on the bed.

Zhao Lan leaned back on the cushions, her complexion much rosier, and she could even slightly raise her arm. "Old Song, this ginseng really works; I feel much lighter now."

"That's right! Look who sent it." Song Bingzheng proudly raised his chin, but inwardly he was looking at Song Yanzhou with new respect—the ginseng he had sent last time, he had asked his old friend Zhang Jisheng to appraise it, and the old man's eyes widened, saying that although it looked like a hundred-year-old ginseng, its medicinal properties were even more mellow than a two-hundred-year-old one, and he almost snatched it on the spot. If it weren't for Zhao Lan being sick, that old fox would have stayed at his house and refused to leave.

After half a month of treatment, his wife was actually able to sit up, which made Song Bingzheng value the gifts from his "granddaughter-in-law" even more. He was just thinking about whether to call his grandson to ask if there were any more when the phone in the living room rang.

"Old Chief, it's your grandson Yanzhou on the phone!" Aunt Yang jogged in.

Song Bingzheng answered the phone in a few quick steps: "You brat, your grandma's much better, that ginseng..."

"Grandpa, let's not talk about that now." Song Yanzhou's voice came through the receiver, tinged with a hint of smugness. "Your granddaughter-in-law sent you something again. There are two ginseng roots like the last one, and two bottles of medicinal guides—made from thousand-year-old ginseng and precious medicinal herbs using a special method. Add two drops when Grandma is decocting her medicine, and the effect will be doubled. Have Sister Yang keep an eye on it and make sure no one touches it."

Song Bingzheng nearly dropped the receiver: "There's more? That ginseng is a priceless treasure! Zhang Jisheng almost fought me to the death last time!"

"Of course, look who gave it to her." Song Yanzhou's voice was smug. "You pack up all the good stuff in the house, and I'll take her back to the capital after I finish my mission. Don't be stingy with what she likes; she just gave me three ginseng roots. If you're stingy and drive her away, I'll be furious!"

"You rascal!" Song Bingzheng laughed and scolded, but his heart was warmed. "That girl is a good one, and we owe her a huge favor. The capital is in chaos right now, and there's nowhere we can help. We can only let them stay in Kaoshantun for now."

"Yes, it's safe over there." Song Yanzhou paused, his tone becoming serious. "Grandpa, I have to go on a mission. The package will arrive in a few days, please check it. There are some other things inside, things to help you and Grandma recover."

Song Bingzheng's smile faded: "Be careful, don't push yourself. I'll take care of your grandma, don't worry about her." He knew his grandson's mission was extraordinary, so he didn't ask any more questions, only repeatedly reminding him, "Coming back alive is the most important thing."

After hanging up the phone, Song Bingzheng stood there stunned for a long time, then suddenly shouted into the inner room, "Old woman, our grandson has made something of himself! He's found a good girl!"

Zhao Lan laughed from the inner room: "Judging from your tone, you're happier than if you found money?"

"Of course!" Song Bingzheng walked to the bedside, took his wife's hand, and said, "Once you're better, we'll go to the Northeast to see what that girl looks like, the one who can make that boy Yanzhou so infatuated."

Zhao Lan nodded with a smile, her eyes crinkling with anticipation.

Looking at the withered branches outside the window, Song Bingzheng silently calculated in his heart—when that girl arrived, he had to bring out all his most treasured possessions; he couldn't let her think the Song family was stingy. After all, she was the "lucky star" who could help his old wife stand up again.

Jiang Zhiyu, far away in Kaoshantun, was unaware of the turmoil her casually gifted ginseng had stirred up in the capital. She was even less aware that a transmigrator was on the verge of madness because of her. At this moment, she was helping her parents tidy the courtyard, the sunlight warming her, yet a vague unease lingered in her heart. Her sixth sense had always been accurate; Song Yanzhou's mission was likely not going smoothly.

[Yes, yes, host! You are a superhuman, practically a cultivator! You have a premonition of changes in the energy around you and the course of events.]

Jiang Zhiyu frowned slightly after hearing this. How could she help Song Yanzhou? It would be such a pity to lose such a handsome face.