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

Like a spring breeze sweeping across desolate lands once more, heralding the burst of all life.


But, once Zhao Rong entered the "house" that was on the verge of collapse, buffeted by wind and rain, the thought of leaving it was no longer about breaking just a half of the Sword Heart. It meant total collapse, both house and tower falling, Jade destroyed, and even... only one person remaining.


Right now, within this lakeside pavilion where few people wander, Zhao Lingfei, in front of Zhao Rong who finally became her husband from her childhood sweetheart, transformed from a formerly aloof and proud White Lotus Fairy into a willful and impudent girl.


Her gentleness, her naive charm, her haughty defiance, they were all reserved for him alone.


"And you're not allowed to think strange things about me in your heart either!"


Zhao Lingfei's lips were slightly pouted as she lightly pursed her red lips, staring at Zhao Rong, hoping to make her husband listen.


Chapter 234 Qing Jun's Husband-Taming Technique_3