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 strolled through several bustling streets outside Linlu Academy but didn't find much he wanted to buy.


Qing Jun and Qian'er liked to eat unseasonable fruits like green plums and grapes.


Well, Zhao Rong liked them too, especially the latter. During his childhood, they would peel them for him to eat...


At the bustling street corner, Zhao Rong smiled as he fumbled in his sleeve and pinched out a small brass bell.


That morning, while organizing his things, he had specifically dug it out from the miscellaneous items in the Sumeru Object.


Hmm, it had been idle for a long time; he didn't know if it was still of any use.


Or rather, he wondered if Chen's Carriage Shop had run away after not seeing him for several months. Perhaps they were gone without a trace.


Zhao Rong gently shook the brass bell in his hand.


He thought of the smiling girl with a sunny disposition who was hard-working and had short hair.


Chapter 322 Miss Lu Wan, King You Wangque