Transmigrating into the world of Jade Dynasty, I was targeted by the female lead in a reverse romanc

"I'm worried about you, my foot!" Jiang Xiaochuan said irritably, wanting to push her away but not daring to use too much force, afraid that she would make a noise.

"I'm worried about myself! If you find out, I'll be in deep trouble no matter what!"

"If you can't wash it off, then don't wash it off." Biyao pouted, her eyes darting across his face before softening, her expression becoming pleading.

"Jiang Xiaochuan, come with me. It's not safe here. My dad... he'll find out sooner or later. Then, you won't be able to leave even if you want to."

"Go? Where to?" Jiang Xiaochuan frowned.

"Go to the Ghost King Sect!" Biyao's eyes lit up. "I'll talk to my father and ask him to give you an important position. Whatever you want—cultivation resources, magic weapons, techniques—I can find it for you. It's much better than being an ordinary disciple on this wretched Qingyun Mountain!"

Jiang Xiaochuan shook his head without thinking: "Impossible, I won't go to the Ghost King Sect."

Biyao's eyes dimmed, she bit her lip, and then changed her approach: "Then... it's fine if we don't go to the Ghost King Sect. We can leave here, go to the Southern Frontier, overseas, anywhere, find a place where no one knows us, just the two of us, live a peaceful life, stop cultivating immortality, stop caring about righteousness or demonic paths, just... like ordinary people, farm some land, raise some chickens, and then..."

Her face flushed slightly, and her voice lowered, filled with girlish shyness and longing.

"Have a few children..."

Jiang Xiaochuan was stunned. Looking at Biyao's flushed cheeks and the undisguised expectation in her eyes, he felt a slight itch and a sting in his heart, as if he had been gently tickled by a feather.

The scene was so vivid and real, like a ray of warm sunshine that suddenly shone into Jiang Xiaochuan's cold and dark inner wasteland. For a moment, he almost nodded in agreement.

He seemed to see a warm, humid village in the south, a few simple bamboo houses, a small vegetable garden in front of the houses, where green vegetables grew, a few chickens leisurely pecking at the ground in the yard, Big Yellow lying on the ground sunbathing, Little Gray jumping around on its back, and at dusk, wisps of smoke rising from the chimneys. He returned from the fields carrying a hoe, and Biyao, wearing an apron and with a little flour on her face, peeked out from the kitchen, smiling and calling, "Dinner's ready!" From inside the house came the sound of a child crying. She rushed in, carrying out a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes, whose features resembled both hers and his...

There is no battle between good and evil, no conspiracies or schemes, no heavy responsibilities or endless debts, only the simplest three meals a day, the seasons, birth, aging, sickness, and death. Like the most ordinary mortal, living the most ordinary life.

That was a wish he never dared to dream of in his past life, yet it was also the most impossible dream to realize in this life.

He abruptly closed his eyes, forcibly tearing that blindingly warm image from his mind. When he opened them again, all that remained in his eyes was an icy resolve.

Meanwhile, Biyao was still muttering to herself:

"What name do you think would be good? What do you think of Jiang Nian? It sounds nice whether it's for a boy or a girl..."

Jiang Xiaochuan interrupted Biyao, saying, "Biyao, stop fooling around, that's impossible."

The blush and anticipation on Biyao's face vanished instantly, leaving her pale.

She glared at him, her eyes slowly reddening and welling with tears, but she held them back fiercely.

"Jiang Xiaochuan! How can you be so heartless? What's so great about the Qingyun Sect? They punished you with thirty years of confinement, locking you up in this sunless mountain cave, and you're still protecting them!"

"That's my business." Jiang Xiaochuan turned his face away, refusing to look at her on the verge of tears, and hardened his heart. "You should leave now. If you don't leave, I'll call for help."

"Go ahead and scream!" Biyao suddenly snapped, tears streaming down her face, her voice trembling with sobs. "Send people to arrest me! Let them see that a disciple of the Qingyun Sect's Dazhu Peak is having an affair with a demonic sect witch! Let's see who'll have a worse record then!"

Jiang Xiaochuan had a splitting headache. He knew Biyao's temper; if pushed too far, she was capable of anything. He couldn't let her cause a scene here.

Seeing his silence, Biyao thought he was wavering. She stepped forward, grabbed his arm, and her voice softened, filled with tears and pleading: "Jiang Xiaochuan, please come with me, just the two of us, away from all this trouble. I promise I'll listen to you from now on and never be willful again, okay? Let's... let's elope?"

elopement?

Jiang Xiaochuan looked at Biyao, who was crying her eyes out but stubbornly clinging to him, and the tangled mess in his heart was suddenly cleaved open by a cold light.

He recalled Dao Xuan's unfathomable gaze, the terrifying lightning bolt at the end of Liubo Mountain, and the way Ghost King, Azure Dragon, and You Ji stood on the high cliff overlooking the battlefield. A clear thought, like an iceberg emerging from the darkness, crashed into his mind, cold and heavy.

In the original story, the four factions of the Demonic Sect joined forces to attack Qingyun Mountain. Not long after, Biyao appeared here. Is it a coincidence, or... a premonition?

Did the Ghost King know? If he did, what was his intention in letting Biyao come up? Was he trying to use Biyao to take him away? Or...?

Looking at Biyao's red, tear-filled eyes, at the pure, reckless love and urgency in them, he suddenly understood. Biyao had sneaked up here. She was truly anxious, afraid that he would be punished by the Qingyun Sect, afraid that he would be in danger. So she wanted to take him away at all costs, and even came up with the absurd yet resolute idea of ​​"eloping".

But if the Demonic Sect is really about to attack the mountain, it would be too dangerous for Biyao to stay on Qingyun Mountain. It would be a huge and uncontrollable variable for both her and Qingyun.

We can't let her stay here; we must get her out, immediately.

But how can I get her to leave?

Force her to leave? She definitely won't listen. Call for help? That would expose us immediately, with unimaginable consequences.

A thought flashed through my mind in a flash, cold but effective.

"I'm sorry, Biyao," he said silently in his heart.

His face showed hesitation and struggle as he looked at Biyao with a complex expression. After a few seconds, he seemed to have finally made up his mind, sighed softly, and whispered, "You... really want to take me away?"

Biyao's eyes suddenly lit up, and she nodded vigorously, tears still clinging to her eyelashes: "Yes! Really!"

"No matter where we go? No matter what happens in the future?" Jiang Xiaochuan asked again, his voice soft and uncertain.

"I don't care!" Biyao said urgently, "As long as I'm with you, I'll go anywhere! From now on... from now on we'll be together, and we'll never be apart again!"

Looking into her bright, hopeful eyes, Jiang Xiaochuan felt a pang of guilt growing wildly in his heart, but he had no way out.

He nodded, as if finally giving in, and said softly, "Okay."

Biyao was overjoyed, almost jumping for joy: "You agreed? You really agreed?!"

"Mmm." Jiang Xiaochuan responded, his face expressionless, just looking at her. Then, he suddenly took a step forward, reached out, and gently hugged her.

Biyao froze, then went completely limp. Overwhelmed with joy, she almost trembled as she reached out and hugged Jiang Xiaochuan's waist, burying her face in his chest.

His body heat seeped through the fabric, warm and comforting, carrying a familiar and reassuring scent. As she smelled his fragrance, tears welled up again, this time tears of joy.

He finally... finally agreed to go with her.

"Jiang Xiaochuan..." she choked out, calling his name indistinctly in his arms, her arms tightening around him.

Jiang Xiaochuan held her in his arms, gently patting her back with one hand, as if to comfort her.

With his other hand, he silently raised it, and a faint, condensed spiritual energy gathered at the edge of his palm.

His gaze was calm as he looked at the unsuspecting Biyao in his arms, at her shoulders trembling slightly with joy. A fleeting hint of reluctance flashed in the depths of his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a deeper resolve.

Right now.