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

However, if the situation "if you can't beat them, call for help" really occurred...


Zhao Rong, with his hands behind his back, twisted his mouth slightly and glanced sideway at Yu Huaijin, who had been silently watching him all the while.


Zhao Rong felt that as someone who held Saintly Books and exhibited the graceful ease of a scholar, it would be necessary to explain to this young lady what martial virtue meant when the time came.


Ultimately, whether Yu Huaijin might be a prodigiously talented woman whose cultivation was several realms higher than Zhao Rong's, capable of subduing him with just a finger.


Zhao Rong scoffed. Was that likely? If there were such demonic talents, aged sixteen or seventeen and beyond the Vast Realm, wouldn't it be better to go directly to Taiching Four Mansions for cultivation, just like Qing Jun?


As a woman, why bother struggling with the thankless task of learning Confucianism?


Chapter 222 You Can't Leave Either_2