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

Gu Yiwu and Han Wenfu gasped in surprise, their faces filled with astonishment as they looked at the daring figure who called the blue-clothed girl 'little'.


Jing Zhi puffed out her chest and placed her hands on her hips, but soon she reined in her protruding chest. She squinted her eyes and took a deep breath...


The blue-clothed girl had severely disciplined the men inside the pavilion who were "peeking through the cracks at her". Not one escaped, not even those who were just watching.


After finishing, Jing Zhi turned her back, standing at the pavilion entrance. She patted her hands, casting a sidelong glance at the Mochi Academy's senior students behind her, who were complaining incessantly.


The latter hastily averted their gazes, not daring to look at the small figure blocking the entrance, who was half a head shorter than them.


Chapter 259: Yilan Pavilion and the Senior Brothers from Six Halls_3