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 glanced at Yu Huaijin, who was serious, and then at the people around him who were all ears, fell silent for a moment, and nodded.


"Alright, Senior Yu, when does Teacher Zhu have time?"


Yu Huaijin pondered, "Tomorrow morning would be suitable; we have no classes, and... she also asked me to visit, perhaps there's important business to discuss. We can go together."


Zhao Rong buried his head in his books again, having read the Confucian Classics all night. As dawn approached, he rested his head on the desk for a quarter of an hour, then got up and left.


With the break of dawn, Zhao Rong went to East Fence to check on the chrysanthemums and watered them from a jar before turning to walk towards the courtyard gate.


Chapter 259: Yilan Pavilion and the Senior Brothers of the Six Halls