I Got Together with the Goddess [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 3

The two maidservants, Zhi Gui and Zhi Li, grew flustered upon hearing what Sibo—the head maid from the Master’s courtyard—had to say. They scanned Jiang Yiqing up and down; although the “son-in-law” was dressed in men’s clothing, that slender waist didn’t look like…

Zhi Gui and Zhi Li were in a state of panic.

“Why did he have to come exactly when the Young Master isn’t here?”

“So undisciplined, charging through our General’s Manor like he owns the place.”

Listening to the maids’ chatter, Jiang Yiqing gathered the gist of the situation: things would go south if she were spotted by the Heir of Marquis Huaiyi.

With Si Xuansu away, the household lacked a backbone, so it was natural for the servants to be frantic. However, she couldn’t afford to panic along with them.

Shutting the doors and refusing visitors wasn’t a solution; taking the initiative was more Jiang Yiqing’s style.

She asked the system, “I only have the ‘Fragrant Spirit’ on me. Is there a way to disguise myself as a man?”

“You can sell the ‘Fragrant Spirit’ in the mall. Although it’s just a low-grade fragrance, it’s enough to buy a bottle of ‘Costume Powder’.”

“There’s actually a mall feature?!” Jiang Yiqing was delighted and immediately shifted her consciousness into the space.

The system opened the mall, and Jiang Yiqing saw a vast array of goods. She didn’t have time to browse in detail, so following the system’s guidance, she navigated to the “Disguise” section. She saw that the “Costume Powder” varied in price depending on duration and performance, with the cheapest priced at 15 coins.

Jiang Yiqing sold the “Fragrant Spirit” to the mall, which yielded 16 coins. With only a one-coin difference, Jiang Yiqing was incredibly grateful to the mall. Without haggling, she sold the fragrance.

After obtaining a bottle of Costume Powder that could last for half an hour, Jiang Yiqing read the instructions. The powder claimed: “From eighty-year-old elders to young children with tufted hair, this powder supports transformation into various characters. The downside is that it automatically expires after half an hour.”

Jiang Yiqing thought to herself, If that’s the only downside, it’s a total bargain.

“Miss Sibo, Zhi Gui, Zhi Li—let that Heir of Marquis Huaiyi come over. This son-in-law wants to have a good meeting with him,” Jiang Yiqing said loudly, glancing at the three of them.

The three were stunned for a moment but quickly asked in unison, “Does the son-in-law have a plan?”

“You’ll find out in a moment,” Jiang Yiqing said, stepping toward her room.

Watching her from outside the door, the three maids’ panic turned into astonishment. However, the Young Master had instructed them to follow the son-in-law’s orders, so they immediately cooperated.

After closing the door, Jiang Yiqing used the Costume Powder. While she could have attempted a manual disguise, it didn’t suit a lazy person like her, and she couldn’t guarantee the results.

She took out the powder, initially unsure how to use it, but upon opening the cap, text suddenly appeared before her eyes.

“Character:”

Jiang Yiqing tapped the text and found she could input information. It was incredibly convenient. She typed in “Live-in Son-in-law” and hit confirm. The bottle vanished into thin air, and a cloud of powder rose up. It wasn’t pungent; instead, it had a faint scent of peanuts, which quickly enveloped her entire body.

Jiang Yiqing felt a slight pang of worry about whether the powder could actually identify the “occupation” of a live-in son-in-law.

However, it seemed she had overthought it.

As the powder dissipated, Jiang Yiqing picked up a mirror. She was almost enamored with her own reflection.

The person in the mirror wore elegant brocade robes and held a folding fan. The image was one of refined grace, reminiscent of the Wei and Jin dynasties. The skin was fair and delicate, the physique gentle and slender. The face was neutral yet leaned toward a soft, refined beauty, carrying a fragile temperament that would make even women feel a protective urge.

Jiang Yiqing felt the Costume Powder was too effective! It was practically the pinnacle of a woman-disguised-as-a-man son-in-law!

Outside, hearing her gasp of surprise, Zhi Gui and the others thought something had gone wrong and asked anxiously, “Son-in-law, are you alright? The Heir of Marquis Huaiyi is almost here.”

“I’m ready,” Jiang Yiqing called out toward the door.

Upon hearing this, the three pushed the door open together.

They saw Jiang Yiqing with her back to them. Had she not mentioned the disguise, no one would have recognized her.

Jiang Yiqing thought to herself: I’m about to give these ancient people, who have never scrolled through TikTok, a taste of the shock that comes from professional cosplay and transformation videos.

“My goodness, it’s like an immortal has descended to earth! So ethereal!”

“Too beautiful! You’d make men feel ashamed and women feel shy. Son-in-law, this is simply too charming!”

“Oh no, I think I’m falling in love with you! How can I fall for the same person as the Young Master? Woe is me!”

Jiang Yiqing patted Zhi Gui on the shoulder and said, “Zhi Gui, don’t worry, I won’t mind.”

“That won’t do, I’m afraid the Young Master won’t allow it,” Zhi Gui played along smoothly.

Astride her horse, Si Xuansu suddenly sneezed twice. Feeling an ominous premonition, she patted her steed and accelerated her return.

In the courtyard, the maids continued to shower Jiang Yiqing with praise, leaving her feeling smug and walking on air.

“Son-in-law, your transformation skills are truly masterful. We had no idea you possessed such talent; you’re far better than us.”

Sibo also remarked, “Excellent skills, son-in-law. Sibo is truly impressed.”

Having received unanimous approval, Jiang Yiqing’s worries vanished. She asked, “Alright, where is the Heir of Marquis Huaiyi?”

Just then, a commotion erupted outside the courtyard gate. A leading servant poked his head in and shouted arrogantly, “The Heir of Marquis Huaiyi has arrived! Everyone out of the way!”

“Son-in-law, go through the motions and go greet him,” Sibo whispered. “He came with the Marquis, but used the excuse of ‘admiring the scenery’ to bring his thugs straight to the Bamboo-Facing Courtyard just to see you. We can’t easily drive him away.”

“Once the Young Master returns, she’ll surely kick him out. That scoundrel really treats this place like his own home!” Zhi Gui seemed full of suppressed rage toward the Heir. Jiang Yiqing could tell there was some hidden history, likely involving the Heir doing something unsavory.

However, she didn’t ask. Instead, she stepped out to meet this “Heir of Marquis Huaiyi.”

Knowing her appearance was flawless, Jiang Yiqing’s courage swelled. She intended to put on a good show and let the Heir know that she, the son-in-law, was not to be trifled with.

As she walked into the center of the yard, she came face-to-face with the Heir, Yin Qiang.

“The Heir has come from afar, and I have been remiss in my greeting. I ask for your understanding.” Though she wanted to take him down a notch, she maintained her etiquette for now. After all, the Marquis was still sitting in the front hall, and she didn’t want to rashly break the superficial peace between the two families.

The three maids watched from the side, nodding secretly, thinking the son-in-law was quite the actor.

“I heard that Xuansu’s husband was a man whose beauty rivaled Pan An, someone so handsome people would toss fruit into his carriage—” Yin Qiang began his prepared mockery, but the moment he saw Jiang Yiqing’s face, even his lack of conscience couldn’t stop him from changing his tune: “Seeing you today… it is indeed so…”

After speaking, Yin Qiang frowned. No one had told him the Jiang fellow was actually this good-looking.

He had assumed Si Xuansu had just found someone random to marry. Could it be she chose him for his face?

“You flatter me. I wonder why the Heir insisted on seeing this humble son-in-law? Could it be you wish to have a beauty contest with me?” Jiang Yiqing snapped her fan open, looking dashing and unrestrained.

Yin Qiang sneered, “For a grown man to say such things, don’t you feel a chill in your heart?”

“What chill? Xuansu and I were truly a case of love at first sight, like glue and lacquer. Heir, you have no idea—I would be willing to pluck the moon from the sky for her.”

“Do you have no male dignity?” Yin Qiang questioned.

“Heir, don’t be like the fox calling the grapes sour just because you can’t have them. I am handsome and suave, and I have the affection of Xuansu and everyone else. Why would I care about those external matters? If I were to describe my life as a live-in son-in-law right now, it would be—perfectly satisfied, immensely proud, and enjoying every moment!”

Yin Qiang gnashed his teeth in hatred. He still refused to accept that this “pretty boy” had married Si Xuansu, but what could he do now?

“Preposterous!” Yin Qiang flicked his sleeves and turned to leave. He had come to cause trouble, only to end up being the one slighted.

“Heir, I will surely bring Xuansu to pay you a formal visit in the future. Don’t bother sneaking over while she’s away anymore!” Jiang Yiqing waved her hand triumphantly.

After leaving the Bamboo-Facing Courtyard, Yin Qiang punched the outer wall in frustration. His hand immediately throbbed with pain. He cursed a few times and led his servants away.

Inside the courtyard, the maids surrounded Jiang Yiqing, showering her with praise.

“Son-in-law, you were amazing! You should know that Yin Qiang has always wanted to marry our Young Master—truly a toad lusting after swan meat. This is the first time I’ve seen him look so disgruntled. How satisfying!”

Yin Qiang wanted to marry the goddess? …With a face like his?

But then it clicked. The Marquis had always wanted a marriage alliance, and the General’s Manor refused. Yet, facing pressure and having no choice, they… they looked for a live-in son-in-law?!

Once she figured out the logic, Jiang Yiqing’s impression of the Yin family worsened. To force the goddess into finding a live-in son-in-law and rushing her marriage—unforgivable! Although the son-in-law ended up being her, if it had been anyone else, wouldn’t it have been a tragedy?

Come to think of it, Si Xuansu had never lived the life of a pampered lady; she had lived a hard life. The servants said she practiced martial arts daily since childhood and, after becoming a General, led troops every day. As a woman, she was more imposing than most men, carrying the weight of the entire General’s Manor on her shoulders.

Looking at Yin Qiang, he didn’t seem like the type to give up. If he dared to lay a finger on the goddess again, Jiang Yiqing decided she would give him a taste of her own medicine!

Just as she was thinking this, the crisp, rapid sound of horse hooves came from outside the gates, as if someone was riding at full speed.

“The Young Master is back!” someone shouted alertly.

Jiang Yiqing felt a surge of joy, followed by a sudden shock. Her face “paled” as she ran toward her room.

“Son-in-law, what’s wrong? Go greet the Young Master!” Zhi Gui called out.

Jiang Yiqing thought to herself: Seeing Si Xuansu looking like this? I’d rather run into a wall.

She entered the room and bolted the door. Even that didn’t feel like enough, so she dove into bed, wrapping the quilt tightly around her, terrified of letting even a sliver of her current appearance be seen.