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 reacted quickly, stretching out his hand to catch the thin piece of fabric before it hit the ground, grasping it in his hand.


Zhao Rong's eyes shone with curiosity, feeling the fabric to be light and thin, the touch smooth and silky.


With his right hand tightly holding the fabric, he didn't look immediately, instead, he first draped his long robe with the left hand. When he was ready, he loosened his fist in the right hand, spread out the strange piece of cloth, and revealed its true nature.


It turned out to be a small diamond-shaped piece of silk, smooth, clean, dyed in an uncommon milky white, embroidered with a proud-standing Qinglian, the green and white starkly noticeable.


When Zhao Rong first saw it, he was quite puzzled; however, when he saw several thin straps dangling from both sides of the cloth, he paused slightly, and his eyes gradually widened.


Chapter 242 Leisurely My Heart