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

As the sound of the door being slammed rang out, Zhao Rong hadn't even had time to react when suddenly the familiar and sharp voice of Qing Jun pierced his ears.


He turned his head abruptly, instinctively calling out,


At that moment, the doors were flung wide open; Qing Jun was standing within the threshold, holding a red lacquered brocade box, her figure tall and elegant. Her expression held a moment of panic, but upon seeing him turn and cry out in surprise, Qing Jun's chest heaved violently as if she let out a great sigh of relief.


However, her slightly reddened eyes still caused Zhao Rong's heart a moment of wrenching pain. He opened his mouth wanting to say something, but Qing Jun didn't give him the chance to respond before she turned her head away with an abruptly chilled face. Her autumn-water-like phoenix eyes shot out a gaze as sharp as ice picks, directly stabbing at Yu Huaijin who was beside the stone table.


Chapter 229: Three Steps to Break the Formation