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

At that moment, the crowd on the ground was already waiting in silence, so the disdainful mutter not only reached the ears of Zhao Rong and others but also aptly entered the ears of all the students of Shuaixing Hall.


The tranquility of the open space was somehow accentuated, with the sound of the river and rustling maple leaves growing louder, yet no one spoke.


Zhao Rong's eyes slightly narrowed, his sleepiness abated a bit, his gaze passing over Yu Huaijin to the open ground behind her. He saw a young scholar with a delicate appearance, his head adorned with a flowing scarf, gently stroking the luxurious ancient zither on his lap. Many students were turning their heads to look at him, he was evidently the one who had just been muttering.


Wu Peiliang felt that he had become the center of attention on the ground; his lips twisted slightly, and he sighed again, shaking his head and said,


Chapter 246 Different Treatment