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

Shuiyue stood at the entrance of the bamboo hut, looking at her apprentice's slightly flushed cheeks, his still-breathing breath, and the rare, gentle smile that had not yet faded from his eyes.

She was silent for a moment before slowly speaking, her voice calm and devoid of emotion:

"Have you had enough fun?"

Lu Xueqi paused, her fingers, which were adjusting her clothes, curled slightly.

She turned around and looked at her master. The blush on her face had not faded, but she had already returned to her usual aloof appearance. However, she could not hide the lingering tenderness in her eyes.

"Master." She bowed respectfully, her voice steady.

Shuiyue looked at her, her gaze lingering on her lips for a moment before shifting to the bamboo grove outside the window, rustling in the wind. After a long pause, she finally spoke:

"Is it true that you've been in seclusion for several years?"

"Really." Lu Xueqi straightened up, her gaze frank.

"The jade disc I obtained is as vast as the ocean; I need time to digest it. It may take one or two years at the shortest, or three to five years at the longest."

Shuiyue turned around, looked at her, her eyes filled with complex emotions: "Did you deliberately say it was long to fool that kid?"

Lu Xueqi pursed her lips, not denying it. She walked to the window, looking in the direction Jiang Xiaochuan had fled. The area was now deserted; only the wind blew through the bamboo grove, swirling a few withered leaves. She whispered:

"This disciple... is afraid."

Shuiyue was taken aback.

Her apprentice, who had always been fearless since childhood, was unafraid of injuries from sword practice, unafraid of going down the mountain to exorcise demons, and unafraid of facing powerful enemies. But now, she says she is "afraid".

"What are you afraid of?" Shuiyue asked, her voice unconsciously softening.

Lu Xueqi looked out the window, her profile slightly blurred in the afternoon sunlight, her voice soft, as if talking to herself:

"I'm afraid that while I'm in seclusion, he'll be kidnapped, I'm afraid he'll forget me, I'm afraid that when I come out, he'll already be...someone else's."

She paused, turned her head, and looked at Shuiyue, her eyes clear and firm, carrying an almost stubborn, unwavering light:

"So, I want to leave my mark on him, so that he will remember that he belongs to me, Lu Xueqi. No matter how long I go into seclusion, no matter where he is or who he is with, he must remember that he promised me he would wait for me to come out of seclusion, and wait for me to... marry him."

Shuiyue looked at the undeniable possessiveness and almost obsessive persistence in her disciple's eyes and sighed inwardly.

This child is usually aloof and indifferent, seemingly unconcerned about anything. But once he sets his mind on something, he won't turn back even if he hits a brick wall. No, he'll tear down the wall and keep going even if he hits one.

She recalled that many years ago, when Lu Xueqi first came to the mountain, she was just as stubborn. She practiced swordsmanship until her fingers bled, then bandaged them up and continued practicing. She memorized the Heart Sutra until she fainted, then woke up and continued memorizing it. Now, this same stubbornness was being used on the word "love." She didn't know if it was a blessing or a curse.

"So, 'I'll marry you' was also a lie to him?" Shuiyue asked again, her voice tinged with probing.

Lu Xueqi shook her head, her expression serious: "It's not a lie, it's true. Once I'm out of seclusion and my cultivation is sufficient, I'll go to Dazhu Peak to propose marriage."

Shuiyue was taken aback by these words, glaring at her for a long while before finally saying, "Nonsense! What kind of woman comes to propose marriage? If word gets out, where will Xiaozhu Peak put its face? What will the other peaks of Qingyun Sect think?"

"Then let them see." Lu Xueqi's expression was calm, her tone indifferent, but her words were earth-shattering: "Why should I, Lu Xueqi, care about other people's opinions? If he is willing to marry me, I will marry him; if he is not willing..."

She paused, a faint, almost dangerous glint flashing in her eyes:

"So I tied him up and locked him up at Xiaozhu Peak for the rest of his life, until he was willing."

Shuiyue: "..."

Looking at the unwavering determination in her disciple's eyes, Shuiyue finally shook her head, turned and left, leaving behind the words: "Do as you please, just don't overdo it."

Lu Xueqi looked at her master's retreating figure and suddenly spoke, "Master."

Shuiyue paused, but didn't turn around.

"thank you."

Lu Xueqi said softly but earnestly, "Thank you... for always indulging me."

Shuiyue remained silent for a moment before saying calmly, "You are my disciple. If you can't do what you want, then who can?"

She continued walking forward, took a few steps, then stopped. Without turning back, she only said one sentence:

"That kid... he's alright, don't bully him too much."

After saying that, she quickened her pace and disappeared into the depths of the bamboo forest.

Lu Xueqi stood there, looking in the direction her master had disappeared, a slight smile playing on her lips. Then she turned and looked in the direction Jiang Xiaochuan had fled, and whispered:

"Master told me not to bully you too much... but why are you running away? I'm not really going to eat you."

She looked down at the lips she had just kissed, a gentle smile spreading across her eyes.

"But take it slow, you can't escape anyway."

Back at Dazhu Peak, in front of Shoujing Hall, Tian Buyi and Su Ru were both there, but Tian Ling'er was not.

Tian Buyi glanced at him, snorted, and muttered something under his breath. Jiang Xiaochuan didn't hear it clearly, but it was something like "That girl has kidnapped him again."

Su Ru walked over and straightened his slightly disheveled clothes. Her gaze lingered on his flushed face for a moment, and she didn't say anything, but simply asked gently, "Are you tired? Are you hungry? There's still some food warming up in the kitchen."

"No, I'm not hungry." Jiang Xiaochuan quickly waved his hand, his face still flushed. "Master's wife, I, I'll go back to my room first."

"Go ahead," Su Ru nodded.

Jiang Xiaochuan practically fled from Shoujing Hall and headed towards his room. Halfway there, he slowed down, thinking of Tian Ling'er. Knowing that girl's personality, she must be waiting for him.

He tiptoed to his bedroom door, listened intently—no sound from inside—and breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to push the door open, Zhang Xiaofan's voice suddenly came from behind him:

"Senior Brother Jiang, you're back."

Jiang Xiaochuan was startled. He turned around and saw Zhang Xiaofan standing not far away, carrying a bucket of water, as if he had just gone to the back mountain to fetch water and was looking at him.

"Ah, Xiao Fan." Jiang Xiaochuan chuckled dryly. "I... I just got back. What brings you here..."

Before he could finish speaking, the door creaked open.

Tian Ling'er stood inside the door, still wearing that bright red dress, her hair neatly styled in a bun. Her face was expressionless, except for her slightly red eyes, as if she had been crying. She looked at Jiang Xiaochuan, then at Zhang Xiaofan behind him, and pursed her lips.

Jiang Xiaochuan's heart skipped a beat, and he scratched his head awkwardly, "Ling'er, what are you doing in my room?"

Tian Ling'er didn't answer, but walked over, took out a small sachet embroidered with bamboo leaves from her sleeve, and put it in his hand. The sachet had fine stitches and a faint herbal scent.

"Here you go," she said, her voice a little hoarse, her eyes looking elsewhere. "I...I'm going back to my room."

After saying that, she turned and walked away, but stopped after a couple of steps. With her back to him, she whispered, "Jiang Xiaochuan, don't avoid me. I won't bother you anymore."