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

Meng Zhengjun did not stop the Mochi students from talking this time.


She paused for a moment, then added another sentence:


"The Academy will send some students to Great Li to conduct the Sealing and Sacrifice Ceremony for the Imperial Family. The details will be discussed with those selected afterwards."


No sooner had Meng Zhengjun's words fallen than the room plunged into heated debate.


Because nobody had anticipated that this Great Li examination would actually be the Sealing and Sacrifice Ceremony.


As for the 'simplicity' mentioned by someone, only a fool would believe that.


Gu Yiwu's thick eyebrows furrowed, "Ziyu, this is bad news, how could it be this task? Isn't this a 'death' sentence for whoever goes?"


Zhao Rong's eyebrows were tightly knit, and he remained silent.


He had studied the Ritual Records diligently, and although he had a rift with Meng Zhengjun, he still took the lessons on ritual skills very seriously.


Chapter 318 An Assessment Without A Standard Answer_3