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

Zhao Rong's mouth twitched as he flicked the finger at the little one clinging to the spoon, his face full of disdain; Qing Jun dodged left and right, his small body twisting and turning.


Lingfei watched the playful "father and daughter" with a beaming smile.


Just then, near the Elegant Pavilion, pedestrians appeared, seemingly about to pass by the pavilion.


Lingfei quickly stood up and, without explanation, took the bowl and spoon from Zhao Rong's hands and pressed him back into his seat.


Then, standing in front of Zhao Rong like a virtuous wife, she began to skillfully prepare the porridge, feeding it to him with gentle and graceful motions.


Passersby, upon seeing this scene of marital affection inside the pavilion, quickened their pace. Some even avoided passing in front of the pavilion altogether, opting to take a longer detour.


Zhao Rong blinked, watching the woman before him whose demeanor had suddenly changed, unable to suppress a chuckle.


Chapter 234 Qing Jun's Husband-Taming Technique_2