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

The sky was overcast, the clouds were gray and thick, piled up on the other side of the mountain, pressing down on the peaks in the distance. The wind blew from the bamboo forest, carrying a damp coolness that brushed against my face.

Jiang Xiaochuan stood under the corridor of the bamboo courtyard, gazing at the bamboo waves undulating in the wind for a long time. He held a clean cloth in his hand and unconsciously wiped the dark red shaft of the God-Slaying Spear.

It's time to go back.

This idea had actually been lingering in my mind for some time.

Ever since returning from the Dead Swamp and recovering from his injuries, he has spent his days on this Little Bamboo Peak watching Yunzhou and Yueyao run wildly around the bamboo hut, watching Xiaobai basking in the sun while shaking a wine jar, and watching Xueqi practice swordsmanship, cook, and massage his aching back.

Life was peaceful and quiet, so quiet that it was almost unsettling, as if all the dramatic events and turmoil outside were things from a past life.

He knew clearly in his heart that Dazhu Peak, Shoujing Hall, his master's always stern black face, his master's wife's gentle and smiling eyes, and the bamboo forest behind the mountain that always rustled... that was the place where he first came into this world.

four years ago.

Ever since that day he spoke in Shoujing Hall…, he knelt all night, was locked in his room by his master, and then Xueqi came to propose marriage, Uncle-Master Shuiyue came to the door, the marriage was arranged, he followed Xueqi back to Xiaozhu Peak, and that time in the erotic palace… he has never set foot on Dazhu Peak again.

It's not that I don't want to, it's that I dare not, and... I don't know how to respond.

He stopped making the cloth in his hand, looked down at the dark red luster flowing on the God-Slaying Spear, which looked like congealed blood or charcoal that had been burning for thousands of years without going out.

Hongli hummed lazily in her sea of ​​consciousness, without saying a word. Linglong's aura was even deeper, as still as the water of an ancient well.

He heard footsteps behind him, very soft, but he could tell it was Lu Xueqi.

He didn't turn around until a pair of slightly cool hands wrapped around his waist from behind, resting their chins on the top of his head.

The familiar, crisp scent of bamboo, mixed with a hint of the clean smell of soap, enveloped him completely.

"What are you thinking about?" Lu Xueqi's voice sounded above her head, low and slightly hoarse from just waking up, but very pleasant to hear.

Jiang Xiaochuan paused, leaned the gun against the pillar, and covered her hand that was wrapped around his waist with his fingers. Her hand was bigger than his, with slender fingers, distinct knuckles, and a warm palm.

"Xueqi," he said, his voice a little dry, "I... want to go back to Dazhu Peak."

The person behind him paused for a moment, and the hand around his waist tightened almost imperceptibly.

"Mmm," Lu Xueqi responded, without asking any further questions, and simply buried her face in his neck, nuzzling him.

She asked, "When?"

"In the next couple of days, I guess," Jiang Xiaochuan said, his fingers unconsciously stroking the skin on the back of her hand. "It's been years since I've been back. Master and Mistress... must be missing me."

In fact, he knew that his master's wife often asked Tian Ling'er to secretly bring things over—food, daily necessities, children's toys like rattles and tiger-head shoes. As for his master... he had never mentioned it, but he knew that the old man was definitely thinking about it too, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it.

"I'll go with you," Lu Xueqi said calmly.

Jiang Xiaochuan's throat moved; he actually...didn't really want her to come along.

It wasn't that she disliked her, but that she was afraid. She was afraid that if her master saw her, he would remember what happened four years ago and his face would darken again, and she was afraid the scene would be awkward.

He was afraid... He didn't know what he was afraid of. He just felt that it was his "family matter" and he wanted to go back and see for himself first, talk things out, and then take her and the children back.

"No need," he shook his head, trying to make his voice sound as relaxed as possible.

"I'll just go back to take a look and say a few words. I'll be back soon. You... just stay home and take care of Yunzhou and Yueyao."

There was no sound behind him except for the rustling of the wind through the bamboo leaves and her steady breathing, one breath at a time, brushing against his ear.

After a long while, Lu Xueqi finally spoke. Her voice was flat and even, without much inflection, yet every word she uttered was clear and distinct, penetrating his ears:

"We are husband and wife."

Jiang Xiaochuan was taken aback.

"We'll share the good times," Lu Xueqi tightened her arms around him, almost embedding him into her body, "and I'll take the blame for the bad times."

He turned his head to look at her, but his cheek only brushed against her soft, slightly cool hair.

"This isn't right, is it?" he muttered under his breath, but a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips. "Aren't we supposed to share the hardships together?"

Lu Xueqi was silent for a moment, then he felt her lower her head, her warm lips pressed against his earlobe, her voice low and carrying a stubborn, unquestionable tone:

I don't want you to suffer.

Jiang Xiaochuan fell silent.

He knew she was telling the truth; four years ago, when he knelt and said those words in Shoujing Hall, she was right outside the door.

Later he learned that she had stood there all night. Later, her senior brother Shuiyue took her to Dazhu Peak to propose marriage. She knelt in front of her master and mistress and the first thing she said was: "It's all my fault. I forced him. If you want to blame someone, blame me."

She never said "regret" or "sorry," but she used her own way to draw him into her world, protecting him completely, shielding him from wind and rain. Even when he returned to the place where he grew up, she would stand in front of him, saying, "I'll take the blame if you're in trouble."

He reached out and gently patted the back of her hand that was wrapped around his waist, his voice softening: "Okay, together."

Lu Xueqi seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, loosening her grip on his arm a little, but not letting go completely. She turned her head and quickly kissed him on the cheek before straightening up.

"Yunzhou and Yueyao will go too," she said firmly.

Jiang Xiaochuan thought for a moment and nodded.

It's time to take the children back to see them. Although we see the master's wife often, the master... that old man probably hasn't properly held his disciples or grand-disciples yet.

"I'll go pack my things." Lu Xueqi let go of him, turned around and walked into the house, her steps lighter.

"Hey, wait a minute," Jiang Xiaochuan called out to her, rubbing his nose. "Bring some... the osmanthus cake that Master's wife likes, from Old Wang's shop on East Street in Heyang City. Master... bring two jars of good wine, the strong kind."

Lu Xueqi turned and glanced at him, a faint smile flashing in her eyes, and nodded: "Okay."

Xiao Bai appeared out of nowhere, leaning against the doorframe, holding a nearly empty wine jar. She was still sleepy, her hair a mess, and she let out a long yawn, a few tears welling in her eyes. She said lazily, "Going back to Dazhu Peak?"

"Okay." Jiang Xiaochuan responded, walked over, took the wine jar that was about to slip from her hand, and put it aside. "You watch the house, we'll be back in a couple of days."

Xiao Bai pouted and tugged at his sleeve: "Come back soon, I'm so bored by myself."

"Okay." Jiang Xiaochuan smiled and patted her hand. "I brought you something delicious."

Little White's eyes lit up, then dimmed again, and she muttered, "What good is delicious food... I want to eat..."

She stopped talking as soon as she caught sight of Lu Xueqi coming out of the house with a small bundle. She winked at Jiang Xiaochuan, the meaning in her eyes was self-evident.

Jiang Xiaochuan's face flushed, and he glared at her: "Don't talk nonsense."

Little White giggled and swayed her hips as she went back to her room to catch up on her sleep.