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

He wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.

He gritted his teeth, made a snap decision, and figured since he'd already lost face, he might as well...

He leaned in again, his lips pressed firmly against the skin of her neck, lingering for a moment. The touch was cool and delicate, and he could feel the blood and pulse flowing steadily beneath her skin. Then, as if he had been burned, he immediately recoiled, his face turning as red as a boiled shrimp.

Now, everyone "saw" it.

Although they maintained their "I didn't see anything" attitude, the atmosphere of collective petrification was even more frozen than when they had just witnessed that earth-shattering sword strike.

Zeng Shushu silently picked up the fan, covering his twitching mouth, his heart screaming wildly:

So, are we now part of your marital intimacy?

Is that so?

Senior Brother Xiao, you need to do something about this!

This team is impossible to lead!

Deep in Jiang Xiaochuan's mind, Hong Li was already laughing so hard she was about to roll around on the floor.

Linglong fell completely silent, perhaps because she couldn't bear to watch, or... because she was so ashamed and indignant that she wanted to die?

After all, what she "saw" was Jiang Xiaochuan acting like this in front of another woman...

Hmm, so "well-behaved and obedient".

Lu Xueqi seemed satisfied now.

She raised her hand and gently rubbed Jiang Xiaochuan's burning earlobe. Her fingertips were slightly cool, which made Jiang Xiaochuan shudder again. Then, she turned around nonchalantly, pulled him close again, and the Tianya sword flashed once more. Her clear, cold voice echoed throughout the entire area: "Continue forward."

After saying that, without waiting for anyone else to react, he transformed into a blue rainbow and continued flying into the depths of the Dead Swamp.

Xiao Yicai seemed to snap out of his daze. Looking at the various expressions and hesitant gestures of the crowd, and then at the blue sword light that was almost disappearing into the mist ahead, his lips twitched violently. Finally, he could only weakly wave his hand: "Follow, all of you follow!"

The group then summoned their magical artifacts again, each with their own thoughts, and chased after the blue light.

The atmosphere in the group became somewhat strange; no one spoke, only the sound of magical artifacts cutting through the air and the howling wind could be heard.

Zeng Shushu wanted to tease him several times, but when he thought of the sword energy that had almost sliced ​​off his ear, he shut his mouth in embarrassment.

Tian Ling'er remained silent, the amber ribbon unconsciously circling in her hand again and again.

……

On another part of the Dead Swamp, a small campfire burned on a slightly drier mound.

Biyao sat with her knees drawn up, staring motionlessly at the leaping flames. She wore a light green dress, which appeared deep and dark in the gloomy sky, like a deep pool. The firelight reflected on her face, making it difficult to discern her expression.

Jin Ping'er sat opposite her, holding a twig in her hand, idly poking at the fire, sparks crackling and falling back down.

Neither of them spoke; the only sounds were the crackling of the fire and the occasional howl from something in the distance.

After a long while, Biyao suddenly spoke, her voice a little hoarse: "Have the people from Qingyun Sect arrived?"

Jin Ping'er paused in her hand as she poked the fire, and then hummed in agreement.

"He...came too?"

"You're here." Jin Ping'er looked up at her.

"Xiao Yicai led the team, and almost all of Qingyun's young elites came, including him."

Biyao stopped talking and just stared at the fire, her eyes reflecting the flames so brightly they were frightening.

Jin Ping'er stared at her for a long time, the branch in her hand scratching a mark on the muddy ground, then another, before finally throwing it into the fire. She took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind.

"Yao'er".

Biyao didn't respond, and continued to stare at the fire.

Jin Ping'er licked her lips, lowered her voice, and spoke quickly, as if afraid she would regret it:

"There's something I've never told you. Three years ago, in the East Sea, I met him. He saved me, and later... he got married to Lu Xueqi. Everyone in the Qingyun Sect knows that Lu Xueqi married him. In the Yuqing Hall, in front of Daoxuan and all the elders, they... had two children, a son and a daughter."

She finished speaking, saying it all in one breath, then held her breath and looked at Biyao.

Biyao remained motionless, not even her eyelashes trembled. She simply stared at the fire, as if she hadn't heard a thing.

But Jin Ping'er saw that the knuckles of the hand that was hugging her knees were tense, turning white, and the veins on the back of her hand were bulging.

The fire crackled, and Biyao suddenly smiled.

"I know," she said, her voice still calm. "I guessed."

Jin Ping'er was taken aback.

"Ten years have passed. How could someone like him not be wanted?"

Biyao kept staring at the fire, her lips curving as if she were smiling, but there was no smile in her eyes.

"Lu Xueqi... Hmph, she's quick on her feet."

She paused, turned her head, looked at Jin Ping'er, her eyes flashing with an alarming light: "But so what?"

Jin Ping'er opened her mouth, but no words came out.

"People always change," Biyao said slowly, each word clearly spoken, as if she were convincing herself, and also as if she were convincing Jin Ping'er.

"Ten years is enough for a lot to happen and for a lot to change. Getting married is even better; a married man knows better how to cherish and serve someone."

Jin Ping'er couldn't catch her breath and almost choked on her own saliva. She stared at Bi Yao as if she were seeing her for the first time.

"Yao'er, you...you need to wake up!"

She leaned forward, lowered her voice, and said urgently, "He's married, he has a wife, and two children! You…"

"I know," Biyao interrupted her, her voice still calm, but beneath that calm, something was churning and boiling.

"But so what?"

She asked again, her eyes fixed on Jin Ping'er, shining brightly: "I've loved him for ten years. I've waited for him for ten years. He's married now, so I can't love him anymore? He has a wife now, so I can't have her?"

Jin Ping'er felt uneasy under her gaze. She swallowed hard, her voice dry, "But he... he doesn't like you. If he liked you, he wouldn't have left ten years ago, he wouldn't..."

"That was ten years ago." Biyao smiled again, this time a deeper smile, but there was still no smile in her eyes.

"Ten years is long enough, long enough for a person to figure out what they really want."

She turned back, continuing to stare at the fire, her voice lowered, as if talking to herself: "If Lu Xueqi can marry him, why can't I? What she can give, I can give too; what she can't give, I can still give. As for the child..."

She paused for a moment, then said softly, "The child is fine to raise; I don't mind."

Jin Ping'er was completely speechless.

She looked at Biyao, at the firelight reflecting on her face and in her eyes, which shone like two burning flames, mad and obsessive. Suddenly, she felt a chill run through her body, colder than the eerie wind of the Dead Swamp.

"Yao'er," her voice trembled slightly, "you...you shouldn't be like this, it's not worth it. There are plenty of men in the world, why bother..."

"There are many men in the world," Biyao said softly, "but there is only one him."

She raised her head, gazing into the depths of the mist, towards the direction where the Qingyun Sect members might be. Her eyes were empty, yet also seemed to be fixed with a terrifying focus.

"I waited for ten years. If ten years wasn't enough, I'd wait another ten, twenty, thirty, or even a lifetime. I'll wait until I get there."

Looking at Biyao, whose eyes were vacant and obsessive, Jin Ping'er felt a chill rise from the bottom of her heart.

She couldn't help but whisper, "Yao'er, have you ever considered that he might... not want to see you at all? He's having a very difficult time right now..."

"Then I'll let him see!" Biyao suddenly interrupted her, turning her head with a piercing, frighteningly bright gaze.

"He's doing very well. How well? Is it Lu Xueqi who's good to him, or the Qingyun Sect? They're just a cage trapping him! I can give him something better. I can give him everything he wants, including... freedom."

She paused, her voice lowering, yet carrying a heart-stirring tenderness: "He used to love freedom the most."

Jin Ping'er shut her mouth; she knew that saying anything would be useless.

The fire crackled and sparks flew up before being extinguished in the damp mud.

Biyao hugged her knees, resting her chin on them, her eyes fixed on the fire, or perhaps looking through the fire at something else. Her face was expressionless, but the smile at the corner of her mouth never faded.

Paranoid and insane.

Foolish yet resolute.

As Jin Ping'er watched, a thought suddenly popped into her mind:

If Jiang Xiaochuan were here and saw Biyao like this, what would he think? Would he be afraid? Or would he... feel sorry for her?

she does not know.