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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 62 Osmanthus

Lan Yuqing had come up the secluded and winding mountain road for the osmanthus forest, though she would not admit it.

Zhongnan Mountain was fertile and had a humid climate. The osmanthus trees blossomed very early, and their fragrance was rich and deeply aromatic.

Each year during the rainy season in July, when rain fell in abundance and osmanthus blossomed, the delicate ladies of Luojing would carry baskets to the suburbs to pick osmanthus flowers and make flower honey, their slender hands kneading the mixture into pastries.

Whose son of Zhongnan did not love these delicacies?

Lan Yuqing passed through the floral woods, bathing in the elegant fragrance, and continued up the mountain without glancing aside. Upon reaching the vermilion gate, she stopped, looked back at the dense green forest behind her, then took out a key and opened the side door she had not visited for a year.