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

A burly man who had taken off his Confucian robe in favor of a blue vigorous outfit turned his head to look at the empty staircase inside the inn, frowning.


He led a spirited Dragon Colt out of a dew-drenched stable.


Behind Gu Yiwu, the eighteen students were ready to go, leading snorting blood-red Dragon Colts.


The crowd had been waiting for quite a while.


"Could Teacher Zhao have overslept? He told us to rest early last night, but he himself..."


"Hush! Stop talking. I think, Teacher Zhao is clearly..."


"...just can't get out of bed. Cough, wait a while, he'll probably have to lean on the wall to come out."


The group of students all gasped, their eyes involuntarily peering towards a certain room on the third floor.


Who would've thought the battle last night was so fierce... Hey hey, everyone downstairs was sleeping, it's not nice to be so loud.


Chapter 401: The Incident of Someone Leaning on the Wall and Supporting Their Waist in the Morning