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

Within the flower garden sprinkled by the dawn light.


Zhu Yourong watched her silent disciple across from her. As she set down her teacup, her hand gently raised but then lowered again. She couldn't help wanting to stroke Yu Huaijin's hair, styled in a man's fashion, but she knew her disciple would surely get angry.


Zhu Yourong slightly spaced out and then chuckled without a sound.


She remembered the first time those people brought her to the unknowable place, and the first time she "saw" Little Yu Xuanji, she felt a sense of closeness.


At a tender age with a tiny stature, wearing those meticulously complex and ornately embellished garments, she was almost entirely hidden from view, leaving only her eyes visible. Yet she stood up tall and straight, earnestly gazing into Zhu Yourong's eyes with all the seriousness in the world and greeted her formality.


Chapter 263 Mr. Zhao?