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

Lin Wenruo finally received a reply, and the corners of his mouth, which had been slightly turned up since just now, sketched out an exaggerated arc, but his eyes darkened a bit.


Lin Wenruo's smile was radiant. "That's more like it, nothing in love between a man and a woman should be so hard to let go of. Our peers..."


Zhao Rong sincerely interrupted, "Okay, I will relay the message to Su Xiaoxiao truthfully."


Lin Wenruo was taken aback, and his smile slowly faded.


Zhao Rong suddenly felt a bit guilty, but having made the decision to try just once, he no longer wavered.


You've given me so much, so I'll give it all back to you. Whether you want it or not, what does it have to do with me?


Ahem, so I'm not a lickspittle, I'm just repaying a love debt.


Chapter 48: My Lord, Please Do as You Wish