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

Such a beautiful person, such a beautiful moon, why did it have to be me?

Who is he? Just a lucky passerby who took over someone else's body, stole someone else's life, and greedily wanted more.

Lu Xueqi... She should have been someone high above others, so how did she end up being dragged into this mundane world by herself?

Once the thought came to him, he couldn't suppress it. His eyes darkened, and he looked down at the shadows of the two people on the ground, one tall and one short, very close together.

When Lu Xueqi saw him turn his head, her smile faded a little; she didn't like him avoiding her gaze.

She reached out, cupped his face in her hands, gently turned him back, and forced him to look at her.

"What's wrong?" she asked, her fingertips brushing against the corner of his eye.

Jiang Xiaochuan looked up and met her eyes. Those eyes were so clear and bright, as if they could see through all his filthy thoughts. His lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

Lu Xueqi looked at him for a while, and suddenly understood.

This idiot is overthinking again.

She sighed, stretched out her arm, pulled him into her arms, and hugged him tightly.

His face bumped against her chest, soft and fragrant. Her chin rested on the top of his head, her voice booming from her chest, muffled yet powerful:

Don't overthink it.

Jiang Xiaochuan was held tightly by her, unable to move. His nose was filled with her scent, cool and refreshing, yet warm with her body heat. He didn't speak, but slowly raised his hand and wrapped it around her waist.

"I married you," Lu Xueqi said again, each word striking his eardrums, "not the me you wanted, but the you I wanted, understand?"

Jiang Xiaochuan buried his face in her chest and nodded.

"You already have a child, and you still want to run away?" Lu Xueqi said again, her voice slightly amused, very soft, yet deep.

Jiang Xiaochuan shook his head and hugged him even tighter.

The two embraced each other in the center of the Moon-Viewing Platform, bathed in moonlight. The wind picked up, causing their clothes to flutter and rustle.

In the distance, a night bird called, once, twice, and then it faded into the distance.

After a while, Jiang Xiaochuan said sullenly, "It's a bit cold."

Lu Xueqi released him, but still had her arm around his shoulder: "Let's go back."

"Um."

Lu Xueqi bent down, slipped her arms under his knees, and lifted him up in her arms. Jiang Xiaochuan gasped and instinctively wrapped his arms around her neck.

"I can walk by myself..."

"It's dark, I can hold you steady," Lu Xueqi said, turning around and walking back with him in her arms. Her steps were steady, her arms were strong, and she held him as if he were a feather.

Jiang Xiaochuan struggled for a moment but couldn't break free, so he let her be. After it happened so many times, he got used to it.

He leaned on her shoulder, looking at her defined jawline in the moonlight, and suddenly asked:

"If I change someday, become less attractive, and have a bad temper, will you... still like me?"

Lu Xueqi kept walking, looking straight ahead, and answered quickly: "I like it."

"Liar," Jiang Xiaochuan muttered under his breath.

Lu Xueqi glanced down at him. In the moonlight, there was a faint but genuine smile in her eyes.

"I'm not lying to you," she said. "I'll love you no matter what you become."

"What if you become an old man?"

"like."

What if I turn into an ugly monster?

"like."

"What if... I become unlike myself?"

Lu Xueqi paused, looking down at him. He was looking at her too, his eyes bright, waiting for an answer.

"You are you."

After she finished speaking, she continued walking forward, her voice dissipating in the wind, yet every word was clear: "No matter what happens, it will always be you."

Jiang Xiaochuan stopped talking and buried his face in the crook of her neck. Her breath enveloped him, warm and comforting.

Back at the bamboo hut, Lu Xueqi gently placed him on the bed and covered him with the blanket.

"Wait for me," she said, turning to walk behind the screen.

Jiang Xiaochuan sat up and watched her figure disappear behind the screen before remembering something and frantically reached under his pillow.

He pulled a small cloth bag from under his pillow, opened it, and found a jade ring. It was a plain band without any patterns, and the jade was warm and lustrous, with a faint bluish hue under the light.

I bought this in southern Xinjiang a few years ago. We weren't married then. He saw it at the market, thought it would suit her, and bought it. He never had a chance to give it to her until now.

He held the ring, his palms slightly sweaty. He heard rustling sounds of someone changing clothes behind the screen, and his heart began to race.

After a while, Lu Xueqi came out.

Jiang Xiaochuan looked up and his breath hitched.

She changed into that black stockings and bodycon dress. The dress was tight, hugging her body and showing off her curves from her chest to her waist to her hips.

The fabric was thin, and when the light shone through, you could see the flesh color of the skin underneath, hazy and indistinct. Her two legs were wrapped in black stockings, straight and slender, shimmering with a faint light under the lamp.

She wasn't wearing shoes; her bare feet touched the ground, revealing slender ankles and snow-white insteps.

Her hair was down, cascading over her shoulders, with a few strands falling in front of her chest, making her black hair appear even blacker and her skin even whiter.

She stood there, looking at him, her face expressionless, but her eyes shone brightly, like they were burning.

Jiang Xiaochuan's throat went dry. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Lu Xueqi spoke, her voice low and hoarse, "Hongli said you'd like it."

She took two steps forward, stopped in front of the bed, and looked down at him: "Do you like it?"

Jiang Xiaochuan nodded blankly, then nodded twice before finding his voice: "I like it... I like it very much."

Lu Xueqi bent down, placed her hands on the edge of the bed, and leaned closer to him. Her face was clearly visible under the light, her eyebrows and eyes were bright red, and her black dress had a low neckline. When she leaned over, a patch of snow-white skin was dazzling.

"You'll love me no matter what I'm like?" she asked, her breath warm against his face.

"Mmm." Jiang Xiaochuan nodded, unsure where to look, his face burning. "I like you no matter what you're like."

Lu Xueqi smiled, a very faint smile, but the fire in her eyes burned even brighter. She reached out, her fingertips touching his cheek, slowly sliding down to his chin, and lifting it up.

"My lord," she called softly, her voice low and hoarse, "shouldn't we rest?"

Jiang Xiaochuan's heart was pounding like a drum, his mind a jumbled mess. Only then did he remember what he was holding. He hurriedly handed over the ring, his hand trembling slightly.

"This... is for you."

Lu Xueqi's gaze fell on his palm, she paused, and then took it.

The jade ring felt cool to the touch, lying in her palm. She looked at it, didn't wear it, turned around, walked to the dressing table, opened the drawer, and put it inside.

Jiang Xiaochuan glanced at the drawer and saw that it was full of small things.

There were sword tassels of various colors and styles, as well as jade hairpins, jade bracelets, and jade pendants, all of which he bought or brought back for her after seeing something interesting outside. They were odds and ends, filling half a drawer.

She kept them all.

Jiang Xiaochuan's heart softened, and before he could speak, Lu Xueqi had already turned back, leaned down, and kissed him.

The kiss was forceful and irresistible. Her hand slipped inside his shirt, her warm palm pressed against his waist. Jiang Xiaochuan groaned, and the cloth bag in his hand fell to the ground, unattended.

The light was blown out.

Moonlight filtered through the window paper, casting a hazy glow on the intertwined figures on the bed, and the faint, shimmering light as the black dress slipped down.