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

Zeng Shushu sneaked over under the cover of night. He was carrying two things in his arms:

A thousand-year-old ginseng root in excellent condition, tied with red silk, and a book, even thicker than the previous one, carefully wrapped in blue cloth.

He crouched low, sneaking along the corridor toward Jiang Xiaochuan's room.

My heart was pounding: Had Old Jiang really been struck by lightning? Had his cultivation level dropped? Sigh… I really hope that blue book isn't affected by the lightning! But… Little Gray! Hehe, if Old Jiang is bedridden for ten days or half a month, won't Little Gray be left unattended? Has my chance finally arrived…?

He was feeling quite pleased with himself when, just as he turned the corner of the corridor, he bumped into someone.

Wearing a light blue dress and with a cool, aloof expression, it was Lu Xueqi.

Zeng Shushu was so frightened that he almost threw what he was holding away.

"Senior Sister Lu! What are you doing here?!"

Lu Xueqi had just come out of Jiang Xiaochuan's room, her face still flushed, and her mind was in turmoil.

Seeing Zeng Shushu's furtive behavior, clutching a blue cloth bag tightly in his arms, she frowned. This guy, he clearly wasn't up to anything.

"Junior Brother Zeng, it's so late, is something the matter?"

"Ah, I... I came to see Lao Jiang!"

Zeng Shushu quickly said, holding the ginseng in his arms higher, "Look, I even stole... no, I brought it here! To nourish Old Jiang!"

Lu Xueqi's gaze fell on the blue cloth bag in his arms.

The cloth bag was square and looked like a book. When Zeng Shushu saw her looking over, he guiltily pressed the bag further into his arms.

"What is that?" Lu Xueqi asked.

"No, nothing! It's just... just some cultivation insights I've been reading! Yes, insights! I'm also bringing them to Lao Jiang for reference!" Zeng Shushu's forehead was sweating.

Lu Xueqi didn't believe her. She held out her hand: "Give it to me, I'm going back anyway, I'll give it to him."

"No need, no need! How could I trouble Senior Sister Lu! I can deliver it myself!" Zeng Shushu dared not give it to her and tried to slip away.

"Junior Brother Zeng!" Lu Xueqi's voice turned cold as she stepped forward.

That cold and aloof aura made Zeng Shushu feel suffocated.

"Senior Brother Jiang needs to rest. Give me your things, and you can leave."

Zeng Shushu's legs went weak under her gaze.

Why is Senior Sister Lu's gaze even more frightening than when her father gets angry?

He glanced at the blue cloth bag in his arms, then at Lu Xueqi's cold face, gritted his teeth, and handed over both items with a mournful expression.

"Senior Sister Lu...you...you absolutely mustn't say I gave it to you! Especially that book! Please, please!"

Lu Xueqi took the ginseng and the blue cloth bag, and gave a faint "hmm".

Zeng Shushu felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He turned and ran away, and you could still hear him breathing a sigh of relief even after he was far away.

Lu Xueqi took the things and looked at them.

The ginseng was tied with red silk, its rootlets intact, and it faintly emitted a spiritual aura; it was indeed a fine product.

A blue cloth bag… She squeezed it; it contained a book. Why was Zeng Shushu so nervous? What was so shameful about cultivation insights?

She hesitated for a moment, but couldn't resist her curiosity. She walked to a slightly brighter spot under the eaves and untied the blue cloth bag.

A book with a blue cover was revealed. It was thicker than the last one. The cover had no words, only some intricate patterns.

She turned to the first page.

"boom!"

It felt like something exploded in my head. My cheeks instantly burned, burning hot.

She slammed the book shut, her heart pounding wildly as if it were about to leap out of her throat.

What, what is that?!

The people in the painting...are naked! Neither of them are wearing anything! They're embracing each other in a...indecent pose!

Her hands were shaking so badly that she almost dropped the book.

She hurriedly wrapped the book back in the blue cloth, clutching it tightly in her hand as if it were a burning ember. Waves of heat washed over her face, and her ears were ringing.

Zeng Shushu! He... he actually reads this kind of stuff! And... he even wanted to show it to Jiang Xiaochuan?!

Shameless! Vulgar!

She was so angry she was trembling. Her first reaction was to throw the filthy thing away or burn it.

He raised his hand, then stopped.

No... we can't throw it away. This is evidence. Evidence that Zeng Shushu is up to no good.

And... and what if Jiang Xiaochuan... really wants to see it?

The thought startled her, and her face flushed even more. She shook her head vigorously, trying to banish the chaotic ideas.

But she didn't throw the book away.

She quickly stuffed the blue cloth bag into her bosom and placed it close to her body. The rough texture of the fabric, even through her clothes, made her cheeks burn again.

Jiang Xiaochuan must not see this.

Yes, we can't let him see this...dirty stuff.

As for the ginseng... She looked at the old ginseng tied with red silk in her hand, composed herself, turned around, and walked back to Jiang Xiaochuan's room.

The door wasn't latched, so she gently pushed it open.

Jiang Xiaochuan was leaning against the headboard, resting with his eyes closed. Hearing the noise, he opened his eyes and was a little surprised to see her: "Xueqi? Why are you back again? Did you leave something behind?"

Lu Xueqi walked to the bedside, handed over the ginseng, and tried to keep her voice calm: "This was given to you by Zeng Shushu. It's a thousand-year-old ginseng, to help you recover."

Jiang Xiaochuan took it and looked at it: "Wow, Shushu is being generous this time, that's really kind of you."

He smiled, looked up at Lu Xueqi, and saw that her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were somewhat evasive. He asked curiously, "Why is your face so red? Are you feeling unwell?"

No, no.

Lu Xueqi quickly shook her head, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes. "Maybe... I was in a hurry just now. You should rest well, I... I'll come again tomorrow."

After saying that, she didn't dare to look at Jiang Xiaochuan again, turned around and left in a hurry, her steps even faster than before, almost as if she were fleeing.

Jiang Xiaochuan stared at the closed door, completely bewildered. What's so strange?

He looked down at the ginseng in his hand, then felt the emptiness of his spiritual energy, and sighed.

Jade Purity Three Levels...

"Never mind, I'll go to sleep." He lay down and closed his eyes.

Outside the window, the night was deep.

On Xiaozhu Peak, Lu Xueqi returned to her room.

I closed the door, leaned against it, and stood there for a while.

The blue cloth bag clung to her skin at her chest, its presence terrifyingly stark. She could even feel the sharp edges of the book pages.

She walked to the table and sat down. The oil lamp was lit, casting a dim, yellowish glow.

She stared at her hand on the table for a long time before slowly reaching into her bosom and pulling out the blue cloth bag. Her fingertips trembled slightly as they touched the fabric.

She untied the knot, and the blue cloth unfurled, revealing the blue book. The cover shimmered under the light, and the intricate patterns seemed to carry an indescribable meaning.

She reached out, her fingers hovering above the cover, then paused. Her fingertips were a little cool. She bit her lip, as if making a great decision, before finally opening the cover.

Page 1. It's still those two naked people, their posture... indecent. The lines are incredibly detailed, even their expressions are depicted, a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Lu Xueqi's face flushed instantly, and she slammed the book shut.

Her heart was pounding, as if it would burst out of her chest. She covered her face, her palms burning hot.

After a long while, she slowly lowered her hand. Her face was still flushed, but her eyes were somewhat dazed. She stared at the closed book, her mind a jumbled mess.

So this is what men and women are like?

She remembered that when she was wiping Jiang Xiaochuan's body today, she accidentally touched that spot... soft, warm... and it seemed different from the picture in the book?

Her face flushed even more, and she shook her head, trying to banish those chaotic images.

But his eyes involuntarily drifted back to the book.

As if possessed, she opened it again. This time she flipped through it faster, scanning each page one by one.

The figures in the painting are making all sorts of incomprehensible movements, intertwined, with expressions of pain or pleasure, and their body lines are interwoven.

She blushed, her heart pounded, her breathing quickened, and her throat went dry, but her eyes were glued to the screen, unable to look away.

She didn't snap out of her daze until she turned the last page, then slammed the book shut. Her chest heaved violently, her body was burning hot, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Like a thief, she quickly wrapped the book and stuffed it under her pillow. Then, feeling uneasy, she took it out and put it at the very bottom of her bundle, covering it tightly with several pieces of clothing.

After doing all that, she finally breathed a sigh of relief and slumped into a chair. But her face was still flushed, and her heart was still racing.

The images from the book kept flashing through her mind, and... Jiang Xiaochuan lying on the bed, his breath close to her as he wiped her face, him smiling and calling her "Xueqi"...

My face started burning again.

She suddenly stood up, walked to the window, and pushed it open. The night breeze blew in, carrying the coolness of bamboo leaves and the dampness of dew, which slightly relieved the heat on her face.

She gazed out the window at the deep night, the dark blue sky dotted with sparse stars, the distant mountain peaks hidden in the darkness. The night was quiet, save for the rustling of the wind through the bamboo forest.

But she couldn't calm her mind.

She stood by the window for a long time, until the night breeze completely dried the heat on her face, before closing the window, turning around, walking to the bed, and lying down fully clothed. She closed her eyes and forced herself to sleep.

I can't sleep.

When she closed her eyes, those images flashed before her eyes: Jiang Xiaochuan's smiling face, his slender back as he stood in front of her, and his clear eyes as he handed her the cloth.

She tossed and turned in bed until late at night before finally drifting off to sleep.

Even in his sleep, he seemed to be frowning, with a faint blush on his cheeks.