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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 · Ost
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245 Chs

Chapter 69: The Expert Acts in This Way

"Su Xiaoxiao, where is that unrestrained and carefree scholars' garment that I asked for?"

"I washed it for you."

"What? Is it dry now? Today's occasion is so important, I still need to wear it."

"Hmm, it's already dried. You asked me to add incense to it the day before yesterday, so I washed it while I was at it."

"That's good, I specifically had Wenruo prepare it for me. Only this kind of scholar's garment, with wide sleeves fluttering and robes trailing on the ground, is fitting for this young master's... my superior... superior martial artist status. Hey, not bad, Su Xiaoxiao, you've scented the clothes quite nicely... What the hell, why is this stitched up? Su Xiaoxiao! Did you sew the overlapping fronts together?"

After getting up and washing himself, Zhao Rong, who was preparing to change his clothes, looked at the luxurious garment that Lin Wenruo had carefully prepared for him with a face full of shock.