Female Transformation: I Run Away When I See the Female Lead

Jing Wanyi's complaints were thick with irritation. "Why is the desert so hot today? I'm almost scalded!" Along with the violent shaking, Jing Jin heard the crisp sound of a gilded fan hitting the wall of the box, and the muffled sound of a woman stamping her feet. "Quick, bring the cold stone! I'm dying of heat."

Scar Zhang's footsteps approached from afar. The moment the wooden box was roughly opened, Scar Zhang's calloused hands reached in, not to grab her, but to pick up the child curled up in the corner. The child's face was flushed red.

"Miss! There is a child!" There was disbelief in Zhang Daoba's voice.

"Where did this kid from the desert come from? Are you crazy from the heat?" Jing Wanyi's curse mixed with the roar of the spirit beast came down.

When Zhang Daoba held the boy who fainted from the heat in front of her, Jing Jin saw Jing Wanyi suddenly pounce on her. She poked the boy's cheek and suddenly burst into a silver bell-like laughter: "Really!"

As soon as the words fell, Jing Wanyi's expression suddenly turned cold, and she slammed her folding fan on Zhang Daoba's shoulder: "I'm giving it to you. You become his father."

Scar Zhang was in a dilemma holding the child, and the scar on his face twitched in embarrassment: "Miss! You can't do this, I'm not married yet!"

"Who cares about you?" Jing Wanyi waved her hand impatiently, and when she turned around, the ruby ​​​​bun in her hair shone a dazzling red.

The heat caused beads of sweat to roll down her forehead, soaking through the gold embroidery on her collar. She kicked open another box cursing, and the cool air instantly filled the air.

"Why is there a child here?! Do you really think I'm a human trafficker? You're shoving everything at me!" Jing Wanyi's screams shook the wooden box. As she leaned over, the tassels on her hairpin brushed against Jing Jin's cheek. Her jade-white fingers barely touched the cold air before she suddenly scooped Jing Jin into her arms.

Jing Wanyi leaned over, her fingertips gently lifting a strand of Jing Jin's hair from her cheek. Looking at her face, dusty and sweat-stained, like a kitten, her throat trembled with a stifled smile, but she couldn't help but burst out in laughter. She casually wiped the tears of laughter from her eyes with a handkerchief, pouting and mumbling, "Whoever threw you here was really nice, stuffing you in here. Unlike that kid just now, whose face was red with fever, clearly fainted from the heat."

Scar Zhang squatted on the other side of the box, his rough big hands carefully wrapped around the heat-sick child. He squinted his eyes and looked carefully at the child in Jing Wanyi's arms, and suddenly raised his head as if he had found a treasure: "Miss, it's a girl!" As he spoke, the scar on his chin trembled slightly with his movements, and his tone was filled with the excitement of discovering something new.

"I know, I'm not blind." Jing Wanyi rolled her eyes at him impatiently and reached out to move Jing Jin aside. As her fingertips touched the fabric of Jing Jin's clothes, a refreshing coolness ran up along her skin, and Jing Wanyi stopped abruptly.

Without a word, he scooped the child into his arms, carried him towards the spirit beast, and shouted, "Let's go! If you dawdle any longer and can't get back, you'll die here!"

Scar Zhang carried the crying boy onto the spirit beast and asked stutteringly, "Miss, what about this child..." He was interrupted before he could finish his words.

"You hold him first, and bring him to my parents after you return to the city. Tell them that you brought him their grandson so they can enjoy their old age." Jing Wanyi didn't even turn her head back. She protected Jing Jin who was sleeping in her arms with one hand, and gently shook the gilded bell with the other hand to drive away mosquitoes. The crisp sound echoed in the desert.

Three days later, the city gates were wide open. In the twilight, Jing Jin was still sleeping in Jing Wanyi's arms, but the boy held by Zhang Daoba woke up first. Perhaps because he was extremely hungry, he cried at the top of his lungs, shaking the earth. His sharp cries scared away the sparrows on the city wall.

Several of his men were so upset by the noise that they looked at him for help.

Jing Wanyi quickly opened the curtain, her eyes wide open and her eyebrows raised: "If you cry again, I will throw you away! No one likes a crying child! Do you understand?" She was born bright and beautiful, but at this moment, there was still a murderous look between her brows, which scared the boy so much that he stopped crying instantly and gasped with a pursed mouth.

But when the child caught a glimpse of a child who looked about the same as herself in Jing Wanyi's arms, her dark eyes instantly filled with grievance - they were both adopted, so why was she being held tenderly while she was being abused?

Jing Wanyi brought the two children back to the Jing Mansion, a place with carved beams and painted buildings. She gently placed Jing Jin on the soft couch, and her fingertips stroked the girl's sandy eyebrows. "Sister, your name is Jing Jin, like flawless jade."

Before she could finish her words, the boy at her feet suddenly bit her other sleeve. Jing Wanyi raised an eyebrow and suddenly reached out to pinch his cheek. Watching his chubby cheeks being pinched into a ridiculous arc and hearing his childish protest, she smiled and said, "Well, you - just call me Jing Junheng. Heng is Yuheng Star. Don't cause me any trouble in the future."

Half a year passed in a blink of an eye. When school was just over, Jing Junheng rushed out of the school gate like a colt.

The midsummer sun scorched the flagstones. He squatted in the cracks of the bluestone slabs in Baicao Garden, beads of sweat dripping from the tip of his nose, his trouser legs stained with grass scraps and mud. His two small hands rummaged through the grass, startling grasshoppers that flew off in a flurry.

Finally, a flash of emerald green flashed beneath the dead leaves, and his eyes lit up instantly. He held his breath and reached out to grab it. The frog kicked hard with its hind legs, splashing mud all over his face. But Jing Junheng became more and more courageous, chasing the frog and rolling twice in the grass until he caught the slippery little thing in his palm, then he let out a triumphant smirk.

He stuffed the spirit frog into his sweaty collar and tiptoed along the wall into Jing Jin's courtyard.

The carved wooden door creaked slightly. Jing Junheng poked his head out to look, and after making sure that no one was there, he slipped into the bedroom like a little mouse stealing oil.

He carefully lifted the corner of the brocade quilt embroidered with twin lotus flowers and gently placed the frog inside. He imagined his sister's panic-stricken look when she lifted the quilt and saw the frog, and he couldn't help but cover his mouth and laugh. Even the tips of his ears turned red with excitement.

However, as soon as he turned around, he bumped into a "soft wall." Jing Jin, clutching the scroll, looked down at him, her gaze sweeping over his mud-stained clothes, his crooked headband, and finally landing on his hands, awkwardly clasped behind his back. "What are you doing here? Stealing my things again?"

Jing Junheng's heart leaped into his throat, and he stiffened his neck to pretend to be calm. "I didn't do that. Don't say anything nonsense. I just saw the door wasn't closed, so I was going to help you close it. Who knew he'd come in all of a sudden?"

"You liar." Jing Jin raised an eyebrow, half-smiling. Jing Junheng's face flushed red as he took two steps back, then turned and ran out of the house, his sandals clattering frantically on the bluestone slabs.

After running ten feet away, he couldn't contain his curiosity and tiptoed behind the rockery to look in. After waiting for a long time without hearing the expected scream, he scratched his head and finally couldn't hold back any longer and tiptoed back to the door.

The door was ajar, and Jing Jin was sitting in front of the dressing table, holding the spirit frog in her hand.

The setting sun shone through the window lattice onto her, gilding her white dress. A frog crouched in her palm, croaking sweetly twice. Before Jing Junheng could react, his sister's fingertips flashed, and a dark green toad with eyes as big as copper bells flew into the air and landed right on top of him.

The cold and sticky touch scared him so much that he jumped up, and his pig-slaughtering scream startled the people outside the yard.

As Jing Wanyi stepped into the hanging flower gate, she heard the familiar howling and chuckled helplessly: "He is both incompetent and likes to play." She walked across the corridor in her embroidered shoes and saw Jing Junheng running around the yard with his head in his hands. The toad was squatting on his hair crown, jumping up and down with his movements.

Jing Jin leaned against the door frame, playing with the straw grasshopper left behind by Jing Junheng, with a mischievous smile in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.

He was a little impatient and ran to the door to see, only to see Jing Jin holding a spirit frog in his hand. The frog even croaked in response. He sat down just in time to see Jing Junheng coming. "Why do you like animals? Then I have to give you a big gift."

Jing Jin took out a green toad from the storage bag and threw it on Jing Junheng's head, making him scream and jump in fright.

When Jing Wanyi heard this cry as soon as she came back, she knew that Jing Junheng had failed in his evil deeds and was frightened instead.

At dinner time, Jing Junheng sat at the table with two droopy little buns on his head.

He could still vividly remember how he had rolled around in the mud in Baicao Garden during the day - the sound of his grandparents' cane hitting his buttocks, and Jing Jin's face as he folded his arms and laughed secretly beside him, all of which made him feel embarrassed and annoyed.

He poked the vegetables in the bowl with the tip of his chopsticks, as if it were Jing Jin's face, and stuffed them into his mouth with a wronged look on his face.

Seeing this, Grandpa quietly picked up a piece of greasy braised pork and put it into his bowl. Jing Junheng's eyes instantly lit up like stars, his cheeks puffed up like a hamster, and gravy flowed down the corners of his mouth.

Jing Wanyi uttered a "tsk" sound and took out a handkerchief to help him wipe it: "Dad, don't give him too much meat. He's almost fat as a ball."

Grandpa smiled and added another piece of pork ribs: "Children need to grow, so it's good to be fatter."

Jing Junheng turned a deaf ear to her and just focused on eating heartily. From time to time, he would steal glances at Jing Jin who was dining elegantly opposite him, and secretly swore in his heart - next time he must catch the scariest and ugliest one and scare her to death!

A few years passed like sand slipping through fingers. On this day, a strange whirlwind suddenly rolled up in the desert outside the ghost town. Fine sand condensed into countless flickering points of light in the air, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged violently like boiling water.

Gu Qingning, clad in a dark, formal outfit, stood atop a sand dune. The talisman pouch at her waist rose and fell with her breath, dark golden runes swirling across the fabric. She reached out to touch the pouch's opening, her fingertips brushing against a crimson talisman. She looked up into the distance—Bai Zhengyi stood suspended in mid-air, his pristine white robe cascading like a waterfall. Silver-embroidered cloud patterns splayed across his wide sleeves, juxtaposing with the sword energy swirling around him. He tapped the air with his toes, and wherever he passed, grains of sand condensed into crystal-clear icy ridges by his sword intent.

"Are you also involved in the Shenqiu City incident?" Gu Qingning's voice was filled with gravel, low and sharp.

As she spoke, the glimmer of a talisman appeared at the fingertips of her right hand, and the air around her began to distort. The monks watching from afar cast their shields. They keenly sensed that the spiritual energy in the air was swirling wildly around the two of them. The auras of talismans and swordsmanship collided in mid-air, emitting a subtle humming sound.

Bai Zhengyi stopped and pressed his slender fingers on the hilt of the sword. The sword trembled slightly, but he did not deny it. This silence made the depressing atmosphere even more intense.

Gu Qingning sneered, her laughter full of disappointment: "Bai Zhengyi... Your name is quite ironic." Before she finished speaking, she suddenly tore open the talisman bag, and three red talismans turned into fire snakes and shot out. The seal characters on the talismans burned with dark blue flames, tearing through the air with their fangs and claws.