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

It's raining.

At first, it was just a few scattered raindrops, but soon they became denser, pattering against the rocks and stirring up fine dust. The gray sky was further blurred by the rain, and the outline of the distant green mountains gradually disappeared behind the rain and mist, no longer visible.

The cold raindrops soaked her hair and shoulders, darkening her light green clothes and making her look even thinner against her skin.

Jin Ping'er raised her hand, wanting to shield her with her sleeve, but Bi Yao had already turned around and slowly walked back along the way she came. Her steps were still very steady, and her back was straight. However, her figure in the increasingly dense rain curtain inexplicably revealed an intense and unyielding loneliness.

It rained harder and harder.

The main hall of the Ghost King Sect was brightly lit, but its spaciousness and towering stone ceiling created a solemn atmosphere.

Ghost King Wanren sat in the head seat, toying with a jade teacup in his hand, his gaze fixed on the continuous rain outside the hall, his face expressionless.

Qinglong stood below him, arms crossed, eyes closed in meditation, while Youji stood quietly beside a huge stone pillar, half of her body shrouded in shadow, her veil lowered, obscuring her expression.

Footsteps came from outside the hall, neither hurried nor slow.

The three of them looked up almost simultaneously.

Biyao entered, her hair and shoulders still damp. She walked into the hall and bowed gracefully to the Ghost King at the head of the table: "Father."

The Ghost King looked at her, his gaze lingering for a moment on her thin face, then sweeping over her damp clothes. His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, but quickly relaxed. He put down his teacup, a gentle smile appearing on his face.

"You've emerged from seclusion? Good, good. It seems you've gained quite a bit from this retreat."

"I've made some progress," Biyao replied, her tone respectful yet distant.

The Ghost King nodded, and asked casually, "Where did you go just now? Did you run into that girl, Ping'er?"

"We met and talked for a while," Biyao replied briefly.

"Um."

The Ghost King asked no more questions and instead said, "You've come at the right time. The Blood Refining Hall has already submitted, and the Joyful Union Sect has also formed an alliance with my sect. Now, within the Holy Sect, only the Myriad Poisons Sect and the Longevity Hall remain major obstacles to my Ghost King Sect's unification of the Holy Sect."

Biyao raised her eyes and looked at the Ghost King: "What does Father mean?"

"That old ghost, the Poison God of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, has been operating for a long time and has a deep foundation. His poisons are strange and difficult to guard against. I'm afraid it will be difficult to deal with him in a hurry," the Ghost King said slowly, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest.

"As for the Changsheng Hall, there are no outstanding figures after Yu Yangzi. It only relies on Yu Yangzi to maintain its reputation. If we can get rid of this person, the Changsheng Hall will surely fall apart."

A thoughtful look flashed in Biyao's eyes: "Beheading?"

"Not bad." The Ghost King nodded. "With me, Qinglong, and Youji joining forces, we will quickly kill Yuyangzi. His disciples are leaderless and not a threat. At that time, you will lead the elite of the sect to wipe out the remaining forces and ensure a decisive victory in one strike."

Youji stood in the shadows, listening, her gaze fixed on Biyao.

The girl stood ramrod straight, her profile appearing calm and resolute in the flickering firelight. She was completely different from the spoiled and willful young lady she was seven years ago, except for the lingering melancholy in her eyes and her increasingly frail figure...

Her fingers, hanging at her sides, twitched slightly.

Biyao remained silent for a moment, seemingly weighing her options, then nodded: "I understand, when shall we make our move?"

"We need to plan carefully to ensure everything goes smoothly," the Ghost King said. "This matter is not urgent. You have just come out of seclusion, so you should first take good care of yourself and stabilize your realm. We can discuss the specifics later."

"Yes," Biyao replied.

She seemed to want to say something, but then stopped, her gaze slowly sweeping across the faces of the Ghost King, Azure Dragon, and You Ji. All three of them looked as usual, with no difference from their usual expressions.

The hall fell silent, save for the sound of the pouring rain and the crackling of the burning torches outside.

After a while, Biyao suddenly spoke, her voice very soft, as if she were mentioning it casually: "I'm a little hungry. Tell someone to... make some meat and send it over. Something light will do."

The Ghost King was slightly taken aback, then a complex and unfathomable look flashed across his eyes, as if he were surprised, or perhaps saddened.

He nodded quickly and gave instructions to the disciples standing to the side.

The disciple accepted the order and departed.

Biyao bowed again and said, "I'll take my leave now."

She turned around, her light green skirt sweeping across the cold ground, and walked step by step out of the main hall into the vast rain outside.

Only after that figure completely disappeared behind the rain curtain did the gentle smile on the Ghost King's face slowly fade, turning into an almost inaudible sigh. He looked at You Ji.

Youji was also gazing outside the palace. Behind her veil, her usually calm eyes were now filled with a clear tenderness. Noticing the Ghost King's gaze, she lowered her head slightly and whispered, "You've lost weight again."

Qinglong also opened his eyes, shook his head, and didn't speak, but his gaze was equally heavy.

That brat from seven years ago...

The image of that panicked yet forcedly composed face flashed before Youji's eyes. She remembered his incessant chatter as she lifted him by the collar and flew him away, the words "Indeed a stunning beauty" that he blurted out after tearing off her veil in the cave, and the resounding slap she received when Biyao misunderstood her...

Her cheeks seemed to be getting slightly hot again (red and warm), but she took a deep breath without making a sound, suppressing the untimely ripples in her heart.

That bastard offended Yao'er, and then he just left and went back to his Qingyun Mountain. I heard he even...

She stopped thinking, unwilling to go on, and just looked at the heavy rain outside the palace, the dull pain in her heart becoming clearer.

Biyao returned to her room, which was elegantly decorated but deserted. She dismissed the maids and walked to the huge bronze mirror.

The person in the mirror was pale, with an unyielding chill in her eyes. She raised her hand and untied the belt of her outer garment, which slid off, one piece after another...

The mirror reflected her body, clad only in a light purple undergarment. She had indeed grown taller and more upright than she had seven years ago.

Her shoulders were thin, her waist so slender it could be encircled with one hand, and her chest...

She lowered her eyes, looking at the undulating curves in the mirror. They weren't small; in fact, because of her slender figure, they appeared even fuller and more pert, probably too big to be held in one hand.

She remembered the feeling of his arm brushing against her when he hugged her from behind in the Blood-Dripping Cave, and she also remembered his momentary stiffness and... reaction when she later tackled him and pinned him down.

He once said that he likes... big ones.

Biyao raised her hand, her fingertips gently touching her cheek, then slowly sliding down her neck, across her delicate collarbone, and stopping above her heart, her skin cool.

Now, her temperament should be cold and aloof, like Lu Xueqi, whom he liked. She has grown taller and her posture is more upright. She should... look somewhat like her now, right?

Would he... like this?

The figure in the mirror had a moment of emptiness in her eyes. Then, she squeezed her eyes shut, and when she opened them again, that emptiness was filled with something deeper, more stubborn.

She put her clothes back on, one by one, and tied her belt. Her movements were slow and steady. Then she walked to the window, opened it, and the cold rain mixed with the wind rushed in and hit her face.

She gazed in the direction of Qingyun Mountain, though she couldn't see anything at the moment.

"Wait for me," she thought to herself, unsure whether she was speaking to someone else or to herself.

Once I've cleaned up Changsheng Hall, once I... become stronger.