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

Ding———— Ding———— Ding!


Linlu Academy was built alongside Linlu Mountain; at this moment, the ancient bell tower hidden amongst the autumn-colored forests rang out with a resounding boom.


Its sound echoed throughout the Academy.


It was almost the fourth quarter hour of the late morning, nearing class time.


By the banks of Mochi Lake, outside the long corridor, in front of Shuaixing Hall.


Once Yu Xuanji left, all the students who were there to watch the commotion turned to laugh at Fan Yushu. Some called out, "Fan Yushu, how come you've gotten even skinnier!" Fan Yushu didn't reply but said to Zhao Rong beside him, "Thanks, Ziyu, let's head in before Teacher arrives," as he affectionately put his arm around Zhao Rong's shoulders.


Chapter 218: Don't Mess with Her