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

After Yu Huaijin and Zhao Rong successively departed.


The men in the Guest Pavilion grew restless. Watching Zhao Rong's retreating figure entering the garden, they hesitated, wanting to follow.


Han Wenfu's eyes reddened, his grip tightening on his sleeves, his knuckles turning white.


Gu Yiwu glanced at Han Wenfu several times, his tone 'concerned.'


No, he had to chase him down! He absolutely couldn't let Huaijin eat one of those Vermilion Fruits!


In the next second, he dared not hesitate any longer, leaning forward, he strode towards the pavilion's exit.


Han Wenfu suddenly felt panic rising, as if he was about to be forced to wear something strange that would be difficult to remove—and that he had placed it upon himself... which made him even more panicked.


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