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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 · ตะวันออก
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192 Chs

Chapter 112: Razed to the Ground

Qin Jianfu's return caused an uproar, its momentum tremendous.

Most of the residents of Liangjing City looked up in curiosity.

Qin Residence.

Within a heavily guarded loft.

As soon as Li Shida and Gao Yi heard the commotion, before they could react and go out to greet him,

they discovered an old man in official attire had suddenly appeared at the door.

"Teacher."

"Prime Minister."

Li Shida and Gao Yi hurriedly paid their respects.

Qin Jianfu, without a word, swept his sleeve and strode straight towards the bed.

At this moment, his hair was disheveled, no longer the meticulousness of before, and his once neat and tidy purple official robe was now full of wrinkles.

Qin Jianfu paid no attention to the two men, his gaze entirely focused on his beloved son.

He sat down directly beside the bed, took a careful look, and let out a sigh of relief, then cautiously propped up the unconscious upper body of Qin Ji.