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

Biyao chuckled softly and took two steps forward, getting closer to him. She had a faint, sweet, but not cloying, floral scent about her.

"You're quite an interesting person. You talk about Meiyu (a type of fish) eloquently during the day, and then you hum sad and melancholic tunes to the moon at night."

She looked him up and down, her gaze lingering on his face. "What's your name?"

Jiang Xiaochuan was taken aback. Was this... a flirtation?

His mind raced for a moment, and he said, "My name is Han Li. What's your name, young lady?"

"Han Li..." Bi Yao repeated softly, her delicate brows furrowing slightly, "This name... is so corny."

Jiang Xiaochuan's lips twitched. Han Tianzun's name was considered rustic?

He chuckled dryly, "My name was chosen by my parents, there's nothing I can do about it. What about you, young lady?"

Biyao brought the rose in her hand to her nose, took a gentle sniff, looked up at him, and smiled sweetly: "I remember, my name is Biyao."

"Biyao?" Jiang Xiaochuan nodded. "A good name. Is the girl's surname Bi?"

Biyao's smile faded slightly, and a fleeting, elusive emotion flashed across her eyes, a mixture of melancholy and something else entirely.

She shook her head, her voice lowering, "No. I...have no surname."

Jiang Xiaochuan could tell she seemed reluctant to discuss this further, so he stopped talking. After all, they had only just met, and asking too many questions wouldn't be appropriate.

Biyao suddenly threw the rose in her hand and took another step forward, almost touching Jiang Xiaochuan.

She tilted her head back, her bright eyes sparkling as she stared at him, and asked, "Am I pretty?"

Jiang Xiaochuan was taken aback by her sudden approach and straightforward question, and subconsciously nodded: "It looks good."

Biyao chuckled, her eyes sparkling with a hint of coquettishness and an indescribable mockery: "That's true. From childhood to adulthood, everyone has said I, Biyao, am beautiful. You men are all the same."

Jiang Xiaochuan sensed the subtle coldness in her words, smiled, and said, "What you're saying isn't quite right, Miss. They might say you're beautiful to please you, or perhaps... they have ulterior motives. But I'm not lying; you are indeed beautiful. It's just..."

"Just what?" Biyao raised an eyebrow.

"But when people say a girl is pretty, they're mostly thinking... um,"

Jiang Xiaochuan stroked his chin, a mischievous smile spreading across his face. "Thinking about how to win a girl's heart. As for me, I think a girl's beauty is purely for appreciation. Just like appreciating the flowers in this garden or the moon in the sky, once I've seen it, I give a silent compliment, and that's it."

Biyao was taken aback by his words, then burst out laughing. The mockery in her eyes faded, replaced by genuine amusement: "You're quite the talker. You sound honest, but why do I feel like you're the most dishonest one?"

Jiang Xiaochuan spread his hands, looking completely innocent: "Miss, you've wronged me. Everything I said is true."

Biyao snorted and suddenly said, "I don't think you're any honest person either. You were staring at me like that, your eyes practically popping out of your head. And now you're saying all these nice things."

Jiang Xiaochuan was a little embarrassed and touched his nose: "Everyone appreciates beauty. It's natural to take a second look at a girl with such striking looks. However..."

He paused, looked at Biyao, and said half-jokingly and half-seriously, "I feel like you'd rather... beat me up?"

Biyao was amused by him and spat, "Who wants to beat you up! Dream on!"

Her eyes darted around, and suddenly she remembered something, asking, "What's the name of that tune you were humming just now? I've never heard it before."

Jiang Xiaochuan thought for a moment and said, "Let's call it... 'Dream of Immortal Execution'."

"Dream of Immortal Execution?" Biyao repeated, her delicate brows furrowing slightly. "This name... sounds strange. What does it have to do with Immortal Execution?"

Jiang Xiaochuan smiled but didn't explain. He looked up at the sky and said, "It's getting late, Miss, you should go back to your room and rest. The dew is heavy tonight, be careful not to catch a cold." With that, he nodded to Biyao and turned to go back the way he came.

Biyao watched his retreating figure turn away, opened her mouth as if to call out to him, but didn't know what to say. She could only watch his blue figure gradually disappear into the night.

Jiang Xiaochuan was a little flustered, thinking about what had just happened, so he walked a little faster.

He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't notice a figure standing quietly in the shadows beneath a tall banana tree at the end of the path he always took.

The woman, dressed in a pale purple dress, with a graceful figure and her face veiled, was the same masked woman who had shared a table with Biyao at dinner. She seemed to blend into the night and the shadows of the banana trees, silent and almost imperceptible, her breath barely audible.

"Bang!"

Jiang Xiaochuan was caught off guard and crashed into her hard.

A cool, rich fragrance instantly filled my nostrils. The texture... was very soft.

Jiang Xiaochuan's nose stung from the impact, and he staggered back a step, hurriedly looking up. Seeing who he had bumped into, he was startled and quickly bowed, apologizing profusely, "I'm so sorry! I was walking carelessly and bumped into you, young lady. I'm truly sorry!"

Throughout the entire ordeal, the veiled woman in purple never uttered a word, nor did she even sway her body.

She simply stood there quietly, her eyes, calm as an ancient well, gazing silently at the flustered young man before her, his face veiled.

That gaze wasn't sharp, yet it seemed to pierce through the skin, reaching deep into the depths, carrying a sense of scrutiny, a sense of inquiry, and an... extremely complex emotion that Jiang Xiaochuan couldn't understand.

She looked at him for a moment, then slightly stepped aside to make way for him.

Seeing that she didn't intend to pursue the matter, Jiang Xiaochuan breathed a sigh of relief. He cupped his hands in greeting, quickly stepped aside and walked past her, his pace quickening as if he were fleeing back to the West Garden. He pushed open his room door, slipped inside, and gently closed it behind him.

Only after the door closed, blocking the boy's view, did the veiled woman slowly and almost silently turn around. She did not leave, but instead turned towards the garden, her steps light and silent, and went inside.

Before long, she saw the water-green figure standing in front of a cluster of roses, unconsciously twirling a petal in her hand.

Biyao seemed to have sensed her arrival beforehand and showed no surprise. She looked up and smiled sweetly at the veiled woman, her smile radiant in the moonlight: "Aunt You, you're back."

The masked woman, known as "Aunt You," gazed at the petal between Bi Yao's fingers, which had been crumpled and was somewhat tattered. Her veil twitched slightly, as if she were nodding.

Her voice rang out, soft and ethereal, carrying a chilling, ghostly aura that seemed to emanate from the depths of the netherworld, echoing softly in the silent garden: "Those four are indeed disciples of the Qingyun Sect. The one leading them is Qi Hao from the Dragon Head Peak lineage, said to be a leading figure among the younger generation. The other two are both young faces I have never seen before; they must be recent disciples, whose names I do not yet know."

She paused, then added, her voice still calm and even, "The one who bumped into me just now was one of them. I made some inquiries, and it turns out that quite a few people in Heyang City know him; they all call him Jiang Xiaochuan. He's a disciple of the Dazhu Peak lineage."

Biyao stopped twisting the flower stem with her fingers.

She looked up at You Ji, a hint of surprise flashing across her beautiful face, which quickly turned into a barely concealed anger at being deceived: "Jiang Xiaochuan? He told me his name was Han Li!"

Youji met her gaze calmly, her voice devoid of emotion: "He lied to you."

Biyao bit her lower lip, her anger intensifying. She tightened her grip on the flower stem, squeezing the already wilted flower until sap seeped out, staining her slender fingertips green.

"How dare he lie to me..."

Aunt You didn't say anything more.

Her gaze returned to Biyao's hand, looking at the trace of red on her fingertips. She remained silent for a moment before speaking again, her tone still flat and unchanging, revealing neither joy nor anger: "Biyao, it's been a long time since I've seen you, with such leisure... to appreciate flowers."

Biyao seemed to be slightly stung by those words, and paused for a moment. She looked into Aunt You's calm and unwavering eyes, which reflected the faint moonlight and her own somewhat dazed face.

Immediately, a seemingly innocent, bright and charming smile returned to her beautiful face as she replied, "Yes, Aunt You, it's been... a very, very long time."

She turned her gaze to the completely broken petal in her hand, examined it closely for a moment, as if admiring a precious work of art.

Then, under Aunt You's calm and profound gaze, the smile on Biyao's lips remained unchanged, even deepening slightly. Her fingers suddenly tightened, clenching fiercely!