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My Wife Is A Sword Immortal

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?" ------------- 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... ————— [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"...

Yang Xiaorong · Eastern
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Chapter 39 The Lin Family of Lanxi

The capital of Zhongnan Country is called Luojing.

Luojing is situated on a vast plain at the foot of Taibai Mountain, amidst the Zhongnan Mountains.

It is also the most fertile and prosperous area in Zhongnan Country.

Ancient pavilions and terraces, amid the misty willows and dwellings, stretch haphazardly for miles.

Although Luojing is the capital of a country, apart from the Inner City where the Imperial Family resides, there is not a single outer city wall, for the entire Zhongnan Mountains serve as the best barrier.

In the early morning, a light rain trickles down.

In the rainy season, Zhongnan Mountain is prone to frequent downpours.

But at this moment, outside the city of Luojing, at a ten-mile-long pavilion, two groups of people are standing under their umbrellas.

This long pavilion is a necessary passage for travelers from the south to Luojing; usually, at this time, there should be many people welcoming friends, snapping off a willow twig as a farewell gesture.