Yang Xiaorong

Upon opening his eyes, there before him was a bridal chamber adorned with red candles and windows.
A bride dressed in a phoenix coronet and robes of rank sat upright on the nuptial bed, her face covered by a red bridal veil.
Zhao Rong rubbed his sleepy eyes, "Have I become a groom? Oh, and a junior one at that."
Understood.
His facial expression brewed for a moment before he twisted his mouth into a smile, "Wait a second..."
Huh, something's amiss.
The bride is my childhood sweetheart who also harbored a crush on me?
Oh, then that's alright.
This is very fitting.
Zhao Rong stepped forward, happily lifting the red bridal veil, "Hey hey, my lady, where are you running off to?"
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In the great era of contention, the tide of the times surged forth, and Confucian Scholar Zhao Rong bravely faced it head-on. Not only did he seek to catch up to the footsteps of his childhood sweetheart turned Sword Immortal Lady, but he also wished to witness firsthand the dispute that engulfed more than half of the Cultivation World, the strife among the various schools of thought...
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[Slow-burn], [Non-cliché], [Non-level-up], [Romance plot], [Sweet without the angst]
This book is also known as "I Have a Fox Fairy Wife", "Rebirth: I Deliver Parcels in the Otherworld", "Zhao Ziyu, The Smirking Scholar" "I Really Don't Want to Be a Kept Man"...

My Wife Is A Sword Immortal

The stout Daoist sitting quietly to the side nodded his head.


"Zing!" The qin player, who had been tuning the instrument, finished his task and began to play.


The brocade-clad young master, seeing that everyone responded and turned their attention to him, was quite satisfied.


"Lady Lan is the daughter of the State Preceptor, of noble birth. She favored him, entrusted herself to him, managing his household from a young age, and waited bitterly for his return. Yet, on his wedding day, he tore up the agreement and abandoned the marriage, ruining the woman's lifelong reputation. How is she to face the future now? This is heartless," he stated.


"The State Preceptor regarded him as a son, instructed him personally, and supported him with great effort. Yet during the spring sacrificial rites of the king, in front of ten thousand citizens of Luojing, he accused the State Preceptor of 'ten crimes and five acts of treachery,' fabricating crimes that did not exist. This is unrighteous."


Chapter 42: Meeting the Gentleman_2