My Husband Becomes My Sister

Just as the two were locked in a tight embrace, completely lost in the euphoria of their reunion, an unexpected intrusion shattered their moment.

A piercing shriek immediately followed.

“Ah!”

The sudden cry startled them, sending a jolt through their very souls, causing them to instantly release their embrace and turn their gazes towards the doorway.

There, standing at the threshold, was a girl several years Jiang Yao’s senior, her face a mask of utter astonishment.

“Second Sister, why did you just walk in without a sound?” Jiang Yao chastised, her face flushing with embarrassment.

The intruder was none other than Jiang Yao’s elder sister, Jiang Wei, the Second Young Lady of the Jiang family.

“You, you two just now, was that…?” Jiang Wei pointed at Yan Yun, her voice laced with astonished disbelief.

A tempest raged within Jiang Wei’s mind; her ethereal and refined sister, who always seemed above such worldly affections, was actually locked in an embrace with Yan Yun, appearing utterly enamored and sharing an intimacy that spoke of a deep connection.

Yan Yun’s face flushed crimson with embarrassment, utterly at a loss for how to explain their predicament, having been caught red-handed.

“Oh, come on, aren’t we about to get married? He is my future husband, after all. We were just exchanging feelings, getting to know each other. Don’t be so surprised by every little thing! Do you, do you need something from me?” Jiang Yao, unwilling to debate the matter with her sister, swiftly changed the topic.

Still, Jiang Wei found herself utterly perplexed. Everyone knew her sister’s relationship with Yan Yun was purely a formality, never meant to materialize into anything genuine. Yet, the scene she had just witnessed—could it possibly be considered normal?

“Ah, it’s Stepmother and Father. They heard Yan Yun came to our Jiang family and sent me to see if anything was needed,” Jiang Wei explained.

“Oh, there’s nothing needed! I’m here, you, you hurry back and tell them not to bother.” With that, Jiang Yao pushed Jiang Wei out, then locked the door behind her.

This only served to deepen Jiang Wei’s confusion.

“What? This is only their second meeting, isn’t it? How, how could they already be embracing? Is this even rational?”

With the unwelcome presence finally ushered out, Jiang Yao breathed a profound sigh of relief, then turned a mischievous, beaming smile towards Yan Yun.

“Oh! I say, you nuisance, who would have thought? This reborn life feels much more pleasing than the last.”

No sooner had she uttered the words than a rather perplexing problem sprang to the forefront of her mind.

“You too, but you’re still too young; you don’t quite fit my aesthetic,” Yan Yun chuckled mischievously.

Jiang Yao immediately rolled her eyes at Yan Yun with an exaggerated flourish.

“What, you don’t like young and beautiful? You prefer the married woman type?”

Yan Yun offered a sheepish grin.

“I can’t help it. I’ve simply passed the age of liking young girls. This truly is a strange twist of fate for us.”

Jiang Yao let out a heavy sigh.

“Indeed. All these years, I’ve missed you terribly, never imagining you were so near, yet so far (TL Note: A Chinese idiom, ‘yuan zai tian bian jin zai yan qian,’ meaning ‘far away in the sky, yet close before one’s eyes,’ referring to something distant yet actually close). Fate truly plays tricks on people. But perhaps it’s for the best; this way, we can finally complete the wedding we never had.”

While Jiang Yao’s spirits soared, Yan Yun’s face gradually clouded with apprehension, for an urgent matter still awaited their attention.

Between her and Jiang Yao, there was little left to conceal.

“The wedding is a minor concern. I have a major problem right now, and I fear you might not be able to accept it.” Yan Yun hesitated for a moment before deciding to reveal her predicament.

Noticing Yan Yun’s distressed countenance, Jiang Yao’s eyes immediately narrowed in suspicion.

“What? Do you have some unspeakable secret you’re hiding?”

Yan Yun swiftly leaned in close to Jiang Yao’s ear, whispering the astonishing tale of how her cultivation of a poisonous art had transformed her into a woman.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yao’s expression instantly shifted into one of profound shock.

She stared at Yan Yun, her face a canvas of utter disbelief.

“What? Are you serious? That can’t be true, can it?” Jiang Yao scrutinized Yan Yun from head to toe, as if she had seen a ghost.

Yan Yun, though consumed by shame, nodded gravely in confirmation.

“I’m truly not lying to you. If you don’t believe me, you can check. I’m still not entirely sure myself if I’ve simply lost my male essence completely, or if I’ve truly become a woman.”

Jiang Yao did not decline Yan Yun’s suggestion. As Yan Yun’s companion in their previous life, she naturally held a significant concern for this very matter.

“Alright, go to the bed and take off your pants. Let me see. This truly is peculiar.”

Yan Yun, surprisingly unhesitant, promptly sprawled onto the bed and slipped off her trousers.

“Look, the source of our joy is gone,” Yan Yun lamented with a mournful, aggrieved expression.

Witnessing Yan Yun in such a pose, Jiang Yao found herself caught between laughter and tears. She then cast a discerning eye over Yan Yun’s body, for having lived two lifetimes as a woman, she possessed ample experience in discerning the female form.

The sight of that all-too-familiar anatomy caused a wave of exasperation, almost a ‘toothache,’ to ripple through Jiang Yao.

“You really did turn into a girl, didn’t you? What kind of demonic cultivation art did you practice?” Jiang Yao leaned in for a closer look, even reaching out to prod gently.

At that unexpected touch, a sharp shiver ran through Yan Yun’s entire body.

“Ah! What are you doing? Why did you suddenly get so hands-on?”

Jiang Yao promptly raised her hand and delivered a light slap to Yan Yun’s backside.

“*Slap!*”

“What are you yelping for? Let me get a good look and see if you’ve truly become a girl. From the external features, there doesn’t seem to be much difference from a girl, but the internal aspects are harder to say. I just hope you haven’t turned into the Invincible East (TL Note: A famous character from Jin Yong’s wuxia novel, ‘The Smiling, Proud Wanderer,’ who castrated himself to achieve ultimate power, thus becoming neither male nor female) because of some evil technique,” Jiang Yao said, her face etched with concern.

These words instantly agitated Yan Yun.

“*You’re* the Invincible East! I certainly don’t want to be a eunuch!” Yan Yun retorted, turning her head with a flushed face.

Jiang Yao let out a soft sigh, then resumed her examination.

Meanwhile, Yan Yun endured the discomfort, patiently awaiting the conclusion of Jiang Yao’s thorough inspection.

For some time now, she had been tormented by this very question, yet found herself unable to ask anyone else to conduct such an intimate examination. Now, however, with a completely trusted person at hand, she seized the opportunity to finally ascertain the truth.

After Jiang Yao’s ‘gynecological’ expertise, a definitive conclusion was finally reached.

“Alright, stop lying there. You truly look like you’re asking for it. Don’t you know, if I were a man and saw you like this, I’d take advantage of you on the spot?” Jiang Yao delivered another slap to Yan Yun’s backside.

Yan Yun, overcome with profound shame, finally let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, her body instantly going slack. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, she asked, “So, what’s the verdict? Is it real or fake?”

Jiang Yao let out another heavy sigh.

“Well, you have everything a woman should have. It seems you really have turned into a girl, though you look a bit undeveloped. Alas! Heaven has played another trick on us. While it brought us back together, it turned you into the same gender.”

Yan Yun hastily pulled on her clothes, then timidly posed a question.

“You, you won’t dump me just because I’ve become a woman, will you?”

The question made Jiang Yao momentarily freeze, before she burst into hearty laughter.

“You rascal, what kind of person do you take me for? We’ve both died once already; what is there left to be hung up about? It’s just a little awkward, that’s all. But this could also be considered a unique experience, couldn’t it? My former husband turning into a girl, it actually feels quite amusing. Of course, if I had turned into a man, it would be even more fun, haha…”

Observing Jiang Yao’s utterly carefree smile, Yan Yun’s face immediately darkened.

“What are you laughing about? I find nothing funny. We were born on the same day; you are a favored daughter of heaven, while I am just an ordinary person. If I hadn’t searched for a long time and finally found a mysterious poisonous art, then even if you hadn’t dumped me, after a hundred years, I would have turned into a handful of yellow earth.”

The mention of the poisonous art instantly spurred Jiang Yao to request a demonstration from Yan Yun.

“Oh, right, show me the poisonous art you’ve cultivated.”

Yan Yun, still holding nothing back, immediately activated her poisonous art. The moment the technique began to circulate, Yan Yun’s appearance underwent an instantaneous transformation.

When she wasn’t actively channeling the poisonous art, she exuded the aura of an ordinary individual. However, the moment she unleashed its power, the transformation was profound.

Utilizing her own innate power, Jiang Yao meticulously scrutinized Yan Yun’s transformed body.

“How truly extraordinary.”