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 examined the prim woman before him who not long ago had pressed him under her command with music and painting, noting the meticulousness of the movements of her hands.


Her hands were truly white, especially when placed beside the white porcelain teaware.


But holding the ruler to hit this young master really did hurt.


Thinking of this, the next second, Zhao Rong's hands, which were behind his back, suddenly reached forward, seizing the bamboo ruler two fingers wide from the table.


As Yu Huaijin was pouring tea, her movements halted briefly, then continued without lifting her head.


Zhao Rong, while raising the ruler in front of the prim woman reverently pouring tea, glanced at her intermittently, nodding as if affirming that she was indeed the culprit behind his punishment days ago, wondering if he was thinking about the ruler or Yu Huaijin.


Yu Huaijin slightly narrowed her eyelids.


"Mr. Zhao, please enjoy the tea," she said.


Chapter 265 Teacher Zhao, please have some self-respect!_2