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

Jia Tengying stared down blankly, glancing at the half-empty bamboo basket, then raised his head to look at Zhao Rong, who was eating with relish.


He was stunned for three breaths, lips tightly pursed, eyes fixated on this new roommate who had intercepted his food.


Zhao Rong, who had been acting as if nothing was wrong, paused his chewing slightly, and glanced sideways at Jia Tengying.


In his eyes as big as copper bells, a bit of clear brilliance sparkled, and his face gradually turned a bit red, though it was hidden under his dark skin, making it hard to notice.


The whole person had the appearance of a wronged little wife unable to voice her hardships.


Zhao Rong slightly curled his lips, barely perceptibly. What was Jia Tengying thinking—how could Zhao Rong not see it? He had seen him lingering nearby just earlier.


Nonetheless, this fellow let his senior Yu into East Fence Small House without giving any prior notice.


Chapter 226 Opening the Door to a New World (Thanks to "Eggplant Tastes Good" Brother for the Q Reading Alliance Leader!)