My Female General Is A Villain (GL) - Chapter 1

He Jiaojiao had a long, suffocating dream.

It was too vivid, so real that every inch of her skin trembled.

In the dream, her body was bound in chains, kneeling in a cold, damp cell. Her face was filthy, her hair in disarray, her tattered clothes barely clinging to her battered frame. Her flesh was torn, bloodied. There wasn’t a single patch left whole.

A pair of black boots, trimmed in gold, stepped silently into her lowered line of sight.

Her breath came fast and shallow. That familiar aura drew closer, making her shudder uncontrollably.

Almost begging, her voice shook as she whispered to the figure before her:
“Please… let me go. Everything I did before was my fault. I know I was wrong.”

Pei Ji let out a low laugh, the corner of her mouth curling upward, wicked and amused, like she was admiring some rare piece of art. The power to decide life and death at her whim that feeling thrilled her. She liked it very much.

“He Jiaojiao, you really have no backbone.” Pei Ji crouched down, pinching her chin between slender fingers, her tone laced with scorn. “Is this all it takes to break you?”

The pain shot through Jiaojiao’s jaw. She was too weak to argue, and her submissive silence only ignited Pei Ji’s fury.

“Then what about these scars on my body? Who should I blame for this humiliation? You? The whole of Great Jing? Or the He family the ones who coddled you, spoiled you, protected you?”

Pei Ji flung her away and stood, her voice rising to a near-mad howl. Then, just as quickly, she grew calm again, watching with keen interest to see what kind of reaction she’d get.

Family…

Jiaojiao’s mind spun in panic. She suddenly lifted her head, tears glimmering with hate in her eyes as she glared up at the woman towering over her.
“What have you done to them?”

“Nothing much. Just a little punishment. I gave them back—double—everything you once did to me.” Pei Ji’s smile deepened, her satisfaction clear as she leaned back into a chair, watching Jiaojiao’s expression as though savoring a masterpiece. “But don’t worry. They’ll be following after you soon enough.”

“You… monster. A devil who devours people whole. I regret not cutting you into pieces when I had the chance!”

Pei Ji shut her eyes, savoring the venom in Jiaojiao’s words. She even nodded slightly, as though agreeing.
“Yes, you should have killed me. But it’s too late. A vicious woman like you should have gone to the underworld long ago—let the demons feast on you until nothing remains.”

“Farewell, He Jiaojiao.”

She waved with a chilling smile, and several guards stepped forward, closing in one by one.

“No… don’t… don’t come near me! Don’t! Please, spare me—Pei Ji! I’ll do anything you want, anything—just let me live!” Jiaojiao’s hoarse cries broke with terror, tears streaming down her face, all earlier defiance gone.

Pei Ji frowned, adjusting the tilt of her sleeve as if it were the only thing that mattered. Her voice was light, casual.
“Do it.”

The soldiers opened a box, releasing swarms of venomous insects that they poured into Jiaojiao’s tattered clothes, one box after another. Then they forced some unknown drug down her throat.

The pitch-black cell reverberated with her screams—shrieks that shook the very air, like thunder in one’s ears.

Standing off to the side was a figure in men’s clothes, handsome and severe, with a face cold as stone.

“If she dies, feed her to the dogs.”

Pei Ji’s tone was airy, indifferent as if she were talking about stepping on a stray dog in a foul mood.

Jiaojiao’s consciousness twisted in torment. Her body fought and thrashed, until at last—she jolted awake.

Everything had felt so real—the burning pain, the crushing despair—yet she’d been nothing more than a powerless bystander, trapped in her own body.

“Host successfully bound to character.”

A boyish voice rang in her ears, its source unclear. Jiaojiao had no strength left to wonder what it meant.

When her heavy eyelids finally opened, a biting cold seeped into her bones. She realized she was sinking, inch by inch, into icy lake water.

She clawed toward the surface with all her might but her body wouldn’t obey, drained of every ounce of strength.

Bubbles spilled from her lips as she struggled, panic clawing at her chest. And then, through the blur, she caught a glimpse of a shadowy figure standing not far away—watching her helplessness in silence, utterly unmoved.

Is this… still part of the dream?

Her resistance ebbed. She let her body drift downward.

Above, the lake’s surface shimmered with light. A faint, wavering ray pierced through the water, falling across her weary eyes.

Her vision blurred, fading fast. Through the haze, she thought she saw that distant figure finally moving toward her.

But their face—remained shrouded in darkness.

The faint glow of sunlight still lingered, scattering a soft warmth. Such a beautiful sight… it had been so long since she’d seen anything like it.

But in the very next instant, the wind pierced her skin, carrying with it heavy snowflakes as large as beans. The icy sting made her body shudder.

Qingyao hurried forward, lifting a fur cloak and wrapping it tightly around her. “Miss, you’ve only just recovered. You need to take better care of yourself.”

He Jiaojiao gave a faint smile, patting the maid’s hand in reassurance. “I’m fine.”

Qingyao froze. This was the first time her young mistress had ever smiled at her, and her tone was so gentle… Could it be that she really had fallen gravely ill?

But then she thought again: If only Miss could stay ‘sick’ like this forever, that wouldn’t be so bad.

Jiaojiao, however, paid little mind to these subtleties. All she felt was the biting wind cutting through her bones. Just standing out in the open was nearly unbearable—how could anyone expect the snow, falling day and night without end, to be cleared away completely?

She asked casually, “Who told her to sweep the snow? Grandmother? Or Father?”

In the original owner’s memories, her grandmother and father had doted on her the most. If someone had given such an order, it could only have been one of them.

“Mi… Miss, it was you…” Qingyao’s voice was small, embarrassed, uncertain.

“What? Me?” Jiaojiao’s eyes widened, finger pointing to herself in disbelief.

Qingyao blinked at her strange reaction, then nodded obediently.

He Jiaojiao, oh He Jiaojiao… you really were heartless.