Lin Yi, a programmer who died from overwork, transmigrated into the body of the cultivation world’s most beautiful woman.
He broke down three times in front of a bronze mirror. First, he discovered that the peaks on his chest weren’t his. Second, he found nothing between his legs. Third, he realized that every male disciple in the sect was staring at him with hungry, predatory eyes.
“I’m a man! Can’t you people get a grip?”
No one believed him. His domineering master held his chin and declared, “You belong to me.” The alluring Demon Lord pointed to a portrait bought on the black market and demanded that she become his bride. The empress issued an imperial decree naming her a consort. He hid in Medicine King Valley to recover, where the gentle valley lord handed him a soothing herb. “There’s a solution to everything in this world.”
It took him a long time to learn how to live in a woman’s body, how to accept the love these people offered, and how to feel his heart race whenever Bai Zihua handed him tea. On their wedding night, he rose onto his toes and planted a kiss on the corner of Bai Zihua’s mouth. “It’s official.” Later, he gave birth to a daughter, then, without warning, turned back into a man on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival.
He huddled in the corner of the bed, wrapped tightly in a blanket, too afraid to look at Bai Zihua’s expression. Bai Zihua simply held his shoulders, now broader than before, and kissed his unfamiliar body inch by inch. He whispered in his ear, “I know this one, too.”
Later, someone asked him, “Just how many husbands do you have?”
He said, “One. Bai Zihua is my husband and my wife.”
“What about your master? A Jiu? Hongxiao?”
He was silent for a long time. “...They’re not part of my harem. They’re my creditors. I never dated anyone in my past life, so I paid them all back in one go in this life. With interest.”
