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

Life goes on like this.

Most of the time was spent cultivating, and Yunzhou and Yueyao were mostly left to Xiaobai to take care of. Xiaobai was happy to do so, holding one and playing with the other, sitting on the stone bench in the courtyard for half a day at a time.

Sometimes Hongli would come out, lean against the door and look around. After a while, she would suddenly speak:

"Little Bai Bai, you look just like your mother."

Xiao Bai paused, the rattle stopped, but she didn't look up and continued shaking it, her voice flat: "None of your business."

Hongli smiled, walked over, sat down next to her, and reached out to tease Yueyao. Yueyao grabbed her finger and put it in her mouth.

"If it looks like it, then it does." Hongli let her bite it, while poking Yunzhou's face with her other hand.

"Anyway, you're happy to do it."

Little White didn't speak, just shook the drum. The sunlight was bright, filtering through the bamboo leaves and scattering golden fragments on the ground. The two children babbled and reached out to grab the spots of light.

Occasionally, Xiaobai would look up at the bamboo hut. The window was open, and she could see two figures inside, sitting side by side, holding books in their hands, or sitting facing each other to regulate their breathing, close together, shoulder to shoulder.

She watched for a while, then lowered her head and continued shaking the drum.

Hongli followed her gaze, smiled, and said nothing more.

At night, Lu Xueqi, for some reason, perhaps gained some insight from comprehending the Heavenly Book, actually created a dual cultivation method. The effect was unexpectedly good. The circulation of spiritual energy was much faster than cultivating alone, and the yin and yang were in harmony, which was beneficial to both of them.

It was just tough on Jiang Xiaochuan, who was often so tired that he couldn't get out of bed the next day. When Xiaobai gave him a half-smiling look, his ears would turn red all day.

His cultivation had been stuck at the ninth level of Jade Purity for a long time, and all that was left was to work slowly and patiently, which couldn't be rushed. Lu Xueqi, on the other hand, was making rapid progress and had already surpassed Shuiyue. Even Jiang Xiaochuan couldn't say what level she had reached now. He only knew that her aura was becoming more and more serene, and when she was riding her sword, the sword light was clear and bright, covering thousands of miles in an instant, much faster than before.

Once, after the two finished meditating, Lu Xueqi suddenly opened her eyes, looked at him, and hesitated to speak.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Xiaochuan asked.

"I'm wondering," she paused, her voice lowering, "that this set of techniques... might only be beneficial to women."

Jiang Xiaochuan was taken aback, but then he understood what she meant. Although his cultivation progress was not slow, compared to Lu Xueqi's meteoric rise, the gap was really absurd.

"Then what should we do?" He scratched his head. "How about... you change it?"

Lu Xueqi lowered her eyes, thought for a moment, and said, "Let me ponder it some more."

After that, she pondered for several more nights, revising it over and over again, and didn't fall asleep until the early hours of the morning. Jiang Xiaochuan felt sorry for her and said not to revise it anymore, just take it slowly, but she wouldn't listen and insisted on revising it so that both of them could benefit.

Another half month passed, and she finally revised the version and gave it a try.

The effect was better, but Jiang Xiaochuan was still tired. Lu Xueqi frowned and made changes again and again. Finally, she realized that the fundamental problem was not the technique itself, but that she had asked for too much.

This can't be changed.

Lu Xueqi remained silent for a long time before saying, "Then less."

Jiang Xiaochuan looked at her. She was expressionless, but there was a hint of grievance in her eyes, as if she had made some great sacrifice.

He couldn't help but laugh and reached out to ruffle her hair. She turned her head to dodge, but couldn't escape, so she let him ruffle her hair, pursing her lips and not saying a word.

After that, she did restrain herself a lot. Although she was still more diligent than him, at least he didn't have to walk with his back aching every day.

……

Lu Xueqi wore that black dress several times later, sometimes with black stockings, sometimes with white stockings brought by Hongli, or other strange clothes.

At first, Jiang Xiaochuan blushed, but after it happened a few times, he gradually got used to it. Until one time, he was really tired and muttered under the covers, "Can't I not wear this...?"

Lu Xueqi was straightening her clothes in front of the mirror when she heard this and turned to look at him: "Don't you like it?"

"It's not that I don't like it..." Jiang Xiaochuan buried his face in the pillow, his voice muffled, "It's just... sometimes, I want things to be more ordinary."

Lu Xueqi paused for a moment, walked over, sat down on the edge of the bed, reached under the covers, touched his back, and gently stroked it.

"Then I won't wear it," she said.

After that, those clothes never appeared again, and Hongli never brought any new ones.

Jiang Xiaochuan sometimes thought that she actually looked good in anything, but he didn't say it out loud. Some things are better left unsaid than said.

In fact, Jiang Xiaochuan prefers ordinary times.

He loved it when Lu Xueqi held his hand and they walked slowly through the bamboo forest, listening to the rustling of the wind through the bamboo tips and watching the sunlight filter through the leaves, casting shimmering spots of light on the ground.

He loved seeing her riding the Heavenly Jade. He stood in front of her, turned around, hugged her waist, buried his face in her shoulder, and watched the sea of ​​clouds surging below and the distant mountains as dark as ink.

She would fly very steadily and slowly, circling the Seven Peaks of Qingyun again and again. Sometimes she would fly high, passing through the clouds, with the blue sky above and the vast clouds below, and the world would consist only of the two of them.

At that time, he would think that it would be good to just keep flying like this.

But Lu Xueqi seemed to prefer the night.

She loved those moments when she held him beneath her, watching his eyes well up with tears, and hearing him call her name haltingly.

Only then could she truly feel that this person was hers, from body to soul, from hair to fingertips.

Whether it's a hug or holding hands, Xiaobai can do it, Hongli can do it, and even Linglong in the sea of ​​consciousness can be considered a form of companionship.

This is something that can only be done between husband and wife, and only she can do it.

So she asked for more and more frequently, until he often begged for mercy and then fell into a deep sleep in her arms.

One evening, they sat on the steps outside the bamboo house watching the sunset. The two children were already asleep, Xiaobai was tidying up inside, and Hongli was nowhere to be found. The sea of ​​consciousness was very quiet.

Jiang Xiaochuan leaned on Lu Xueqi's shoulder and watched the clouds on the horizon being dyed orange-red, layer upon layer, like paint being splashed on.

"Xueqi".

"Um."

"Do you think we'll always be like this?"

Lu Xueqi tilted her head to look at him: "Do you want things to stay like this forever?"

"I want to," he said. "Just like that, in Qingyun, with you and the children, occasionally watching the sunset, occasionally flying around."

Lu Xueqi was silent for a moment, then said, "The righteous path still needs me."

Jiang Xiaochuan nodded: "I know. I'm not saying you can't manage things, it's just... don't be too busy, don't always think about slaying demons and monsters, don't always think of yourself as being made of iron. Come back occasionally and take a break."

Lu Xueqi looked at him, the twilight shining on her face, softening her cold and hard features. She reached out and took his hand, their fingers intertwined.

"Okay," she said.

Jiang Xiaochuan smiled and leaned back. The wind blew up from the foot of the mountain, carrying the scent of grass and trees. Birds called in the distance, once or twice, and then gradually stopped.

"Jiang Xiaochuan."

"Um."

"Don't you feel..." she paused, "...that I'm too clingy?"

Jiang Xiaochuan thought for a moment and said, "Do you know what I used to be most afraid of?"

"What?"

"What I fear most is that you are too strong, that you don't need me at all. You are better than me at fighting, and you cultivate faster than me. I'm afraid that one day you will find that it makes no difference whether I am here or not."

Lu Xueqin's fingers tightened.

"You're so clingy," Jiang Xiaochuan said, "that's when I realize you need me, and I'm only afraid when you don't."

Lu Xueqi didn't speak. She rested her head on his shoulder, her long hair falling down onto the back of his hand, cool and smooth.

After a long time, she said something in a very soft voice.

Jiang Xiaochuan didn't hear clearly, so he turned his head to ask, but she had already closed her eyes and seemed to be asleep.

He smiled, didn't ask any more questions, and just sat there, letting her lean against him, watching the last bit of light disappear from the horizon, and the stars light up one by one.

……

Jiang Xiaochuan wasn't bothered by her clinginess.

He knew that she simply loved him too much, so much so that she didn't know how to express it, and could only use this method to confirm and imprint it again and again.

He didn't stray far from her sight. Occasionally, he would exchange a few words with Xiaobai, but he could feel her gaze fixed on his back, quiet and deep.

It's not that I don't believe him, it's that I don't believe anyone else.

Even when he cooks, she has to sit by the stove with him, handing him firewood, washing vegetables, or just standing by and watching. Jiang Xiaochuan doesn't get annoyed and lets her do as she pleases.

Sometimes when oil splattered while cooking, she was faster than him. She would pull him behind her, flick her sleeve, and the oil splatter would freeze in the air, turn into a drop of water, and fall back into the pan.

Xiao Bai seemed to gradually return to her former self and started teasing him again.

As he was picking vegetables, she leaned over, picked up a leaf with her fingertips, and blew into his ear: "Little Chuan Chuan, this vegetable is too old, it won't taste good."

Or, while he was doing laundry, she would squat beside him watching him scrub the clothes and suddenly say, "Your hands are even more delicate than a young girl's."

Jiang Xiaochuan usually pretended not to hear, or he would look up and call out to the bamboo hut, "Xueqi—"

Lu Xueqi came out of the house, leaned against the door, and glanced over indifferently. Xiao Bai smiled, waved his hand, and walked away.

Lu Xueqi didn't pursue the matter and pretended not to hear it.

She knew that Jiang Xiaochuan had no one else in his heart, and even less so in his body.

Xiao Bai said a few words, but they were insignificant and she couldn't be bothered to argue. Occasionally, Hong Li would emerge from Jiang Xiaochuan's sea of ​​consciousness, her faint shadow sitting beside Xiao Bai, resting her chin on her hand, mimicking Xiao Bai's tone: "Xiao Bai, your sour smell can be smelled from three miles away."

Xiao Bai glared at her, and she laughed even harder. She reached out to pinch Xiao Bai's cheek, but her hand slipped through and she pinched nothing. She didn't care, giggling as she withdrew her hand and went to talk to Linglong.

Linglong is mostly silent.

She curled up deep within her consciousness, quietly "watching" everything outside—watching Jiang Xiaochuan make the child laugh, watching Lu Xueqi serve him food, watching the sun rise and set.

She was like a shadow, an echo, existing without disturbing. Sometimes Hongli would sit next to her without saying a word, just "watching" with her.

After looking at it for a while, Hongli would say, "Why bother?"

Linglong didn't answer, so Hongli continued, "You waited for thousands of years just to watch him be affectionate with someone else?"

Linglong remained silent for a long time, so long that Hongli thought she wouldn't answer, before she heard her voice, soft, as if it drifted from a great distance:

"If he's alright, then that's good."

Looking at her, Hongli suddenly realized that Linglong wasn't unable to let go, but rather simply didn't want to.

If you can't let go, you can still look at it; if you let go, you won't even have anything to look at anymore.

She sighed, patted Linglong's shoulder lightly, and said nothing more.