“So what if it’s rebellion?” Mu Mianmian said coldly.
The Ye family had already been convicted of colluding with the enemy and treason—who would still care whether she rebelled or not?!
Seeing that she was completely unmoved, even the officer in charge was at a loss.
This was not the time to cause further trouble, so he softened his tone and tried to persuade her instead.
“Third Miss Mu, since you never formally bowed and completed the wedding ceremony with Prince Ye, you do not count as Prince Ye’s consort. We can let you go—please leave immediately.”
“Mind your own business!! Just do your job.”
As the former supreme commander of a million-strong mecha army and the chief medical officer, Mu Mianmian naturally exuded an overwhelming sense of authority—one that ordinary people simply couldn’t withstand.
The surrounding soldiers were completely overpowered.
They couldn’t figure it out at all: how could a mere woman possess such a terrifying presence?
Even Prince Ye at his peak had been no more imposing than this.
Had they gone mad? Could Prince Ye’s spirit have possessed her?
“Forget it, let’s just get to work.”
“Looting the house is what matters. Once they leave the capital, there’ll be plenty of people who’ll deal with them.”
The officer spoke darkly.
Now that Ye Siming was crippled, he was nothing more than a useless wreck.
The rest of the Ye family were no better. When the time came, they’d be fish on the chopping block, to be slaughtered at will.
There was no need to rush.
Hearing this, the other soldiers nodded and hurried inside to search the rooms.
Mu Mianmian quickly realized that this body was weak—she couldn’t confront them head-on.
Just as she was thinking about how to escape, a sudden sharp pain shot through her wrist, followed by dizziness.
In the next instant, a silver bracelet appeared on her snow-white wrist.
Looking closely, she recognized it—it was the spatial wristband she had used in her previous life.
Her spatial storage could hold tens of trillions of supplies.
In her former world, war had never ceased.
It was the late 24th century, a new world born after humanity had endured apocalyptic trials—rampant floods, devastating typhoons, natural and man-made disasters, and near extinction.
To survive, technology had advanced relentlessly, eventually giving rise to a new era: the age of mecha, abilities, and interstellar planets.
In that era, powerful humans had all awakened special abilities.
Her space was merely a storage container; her true ability was spatial teleportation, which could be combined with any spatial construct.
She had always loved collecting weapons—explosives, cannons, fighter jets, tanks—as well as mecha vehicles, robots, medical equipment, and more.
And because food resources were extremely scarce in that era, she had hoarded hundreds of billions of supplies: rice, water, oil, salt. Her space maintained a constant temperature year-round and could even sustain living creatures—cattle, sheep, chickens, ducks—though she had never tried it.
She never expected that after transmigrating into another world, all of this would finally come in handy.
Mu Mianmian glanced at the soldiers carrying out box after box of valuables. Her cold eyes narrowed.
These were all possessions of the Ye family. Why should anyone else benefit from them?
She decided that she’d find a way to move everything into her space later.
“No! You can’t take those! They’re our family’s belongings!”
Old Madam Ye saw the gold she had collected for decades being hauled out.
She immediately threw herself in front of the boxes, wailing loudly.
“Get lost! This all belongs to the imperial court now!”
The soldier’s eyes gleamed with greed as he shoved her aside.
“Men, drag her away.”
Members of the Ye family’s second and third branches didn’t dare offend the soldiers. They hurried forward to support the agitated old woman.
“Mother, your life matters more!”
“Waaah—this is all your fault! Your main branch is nothing but a bunch of jinxes!”
Heart aching over the gold, Old Madam Ye lashed out at the people of the main household, jabbing her finger at Madam Ye’s forehead.
“It’s all because of your son! Why doesn’t he just go die? How dare he collude with the enemy and commit treason? He’s dragged our entire family down with him!”
Mu Mianmian frowned, a deep discomfort rising in her chest.
She was a soldier too. She knew better than anyone the price soldiers paid to protect their country and people.
She didn’t believe that a soldier would casually betray his nation.
What’s more, Ye Siming had deliberately tried to protect her earlier, refusing to let her be implicated.
“He earned military merit and brought boundless glory to the Ye family. When you were enjoying wealth and honor because of him, why didn’t you say anything then?” Mu Mianmian retorted.
Old Madam Ye snapped back angrily, “What business is this of yours? You’re not even part of our family!”
Mu Mianmian glanced at her pitifully delicate mother-in-law. The woman had protected her earlier, and before Ye Siming fainted, he had claimed she wasn’t part of the Ye family precisely to shield her.
Looking more closely, Ye Siming was in his early twenties—tall, handsome, with well-defined features and an upright, righteous bearing.
It was obvious he could not have committed treason.
As a soldier herself, she considered him a comrade.
Comrades transcended time and space.
If a comrade was in trouble, she would naturally save him.
Her arrival here was fate. Since she couldn’t return for now, she could only find a way to survive first.
Mu Mianmian had formidable survival skills and could quickly adapt to and understand her current circumstances.
“I’ve already entered the Ye household,” she said firmly. “I am Ye Siming’s wife. His affairs are mine to handle—and I will see them through.”