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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 · Huyền huyễn
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Chapter 105: Taking the Bait

Liangjing.

Within a secluded loft in the Qin Residence, guarded heavily by guards.

Li Shida, dressed in a plain Confucian robe, paced back and forth inside the room, intermittently glancing at the bed.

From it, soft milky halos of light slowly radiated.

They emanated from a clump of "Beautiful Jade" at the brow of the unconscious person lying there.

This person was none other than Qin Ji.

Suddenly, a voice announced someone's arrival outside the loft.

Li Shida quickly stepped out of the loft.

Soon, he ushered in an eunuch in a python robe and an elderly Imperial Doctor with white hair and beard.

The Imperial Doctor, carrying his medical kit, approached the bedside and examined the patient closely.

Not much time passed.

The Imperial Doctor exhaled lightly, shook his head, and let go of the hand which he had been using to feel the pulse. He then turned to look at Li Shida.