My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 230 - 189: Come and Get It Yourself

Chapter 230: Chapter 189: Come and Get It Yourself

Zhao Rong had no idea Qing Jun had imagined so much.

If he had known, even with his thick skin, he might have blushed . . .

Lingfei, clutching Zhao Rong’s arm and leaning against him, stared unwaveringly at the teacup on the table and whispered softly, "I really like it."

Zhao Rong was startled, looked down at her. "What?"

Lingfei looked up at him, her tone serious. "That ’Song of Devotion’, I really like it."

Zhao Rong replied softly, "If you like it, I’ll write it for you again."

Lingfei frowned slightly, quickly shaking her head. "No need, no need, one is enough; don’t write anymore. Studies are more important . . ."

Then something occurred to her, her eyes squinting happily. "Rong’er, the short phrases you wrote for me every day are just fine. They are naturally excellent, and moreover . . . you don’t need to write them anymore in future."

Zhao Rong felt a surge of joy, obviously aware of the underlying meaning in her final words.

His lips curled into a smile, "Keep those love letters with incomplete poems well stored, later . . . your husband will check, and yes, I’ll give you a surprise."

Lingfei blinked repeatedly as she stared at Zhao Rong, seeing his spirited expression. She didn’t know what he was really hinting at, but thinking of the ’reply’ on those love letters made her cheeks flush with a hint of shyness; yet, she still clung to his arm, nodding earnestly.

Seeing his wife behave so adorably, Zhao Rong suddenly remembered an object he had been longing for. He blinked and asked in a probing tone, "Qing Jun?"

"Hmm?"

"Did you forget something?"

Lingfei was slightly stunned and looked into Zhao Rong’s eyes. Being naturally clever and graceful, she quickly realized what her husband was reminding her about, and was about to agree, but in the next second, another thought crossed her mind.

Her almond-shaped eyes narrowed and with a light smile, she asked, "Rong’er, what is it?"

Zhao Rong cleared his throat, "My dear wife, that, ahem, my ink jade."

Lingfei bit her lips, staring at him silently.

Zhao Rong quickly corrected himself, "Your jade, your jade, but, could you give it to your husband, please?"

Lingfei scrutinized his anxious look, her eyes glittering with amusement and tenderness.

Both knew what those Jade Tokens meant.

They were the tokens of engagement given by Zhao Rong’s parents to the couple.

These tokens were part of their engagement, and due to a misunderstanding on their wedding night, they had not exchanged them. Now that they had finally reconciled, these tokens, which should have been exchanged on their wedding night, were just a step away from completing the lifelong bonding ritual, solidifying Zhao Rong and Lingfei’s commitment to each other.

Were they important?

Very important.

Though their relationship might not need those jade tokens to sustain or strengthen anymore, Zhao Rong knew that exchanging the jade tokens was an indispensable step,

because he and Qing Jun needed this ritualistic feel.

Especially for men and women in this world, this was certainly the case.

Like a wedding ceremony, this jade returning ceremony had to be completed thoroughly, without missing a single step.

Zhao Rong intended to give everything he should to Qing Jun, not shortchanging her in the slightest, including this sacred sense of ritual. It was a vow, and also another form of a lifelong pledge.

Imagine, after countless years, when Zhao Rong and Lingfei looked back on their past together, amidst those innumerable and predominantly mundane days, what truly left a deep impression on them, apart from the emotional upheavals of joy and sorrow, were solemn and serious events such as the wedding ceremony and the significant jade exchange, right?

Lingfei pulled on Zhao Rong, quietly correcting him, "No, Rong’er, the ink jade is yours, the white jade is yours, I . . . am also yours, but . . . "

Zhao Rong’s eyes gleamed with anticipation.

Lingfei smiled lightly, her jade lips slightly parting, "You have to take the ink jade yourself."

Zhao Rong thought for a moment, somewhat at a loss, "Qing Jun, could you give me a hint?"

Lingfei, holding Zhao Rong’s arm and tilting her head, thought for a moment, then shifted her gaze away from him, slightly nodding her head as her face subtly reddened, her voice very, very soft, "It’s on me."

Zhao Rong raised an eyebrow, leaned back slightly in his upper body, and scrutinized Lingfei’s attire from a distance.

Dressed in an elegant moon-white robe tucked under her chest, aside from the wooden hairpin holding up her hair, she wore no other ornaments . . . Where could there be even a trace of a jade pendant?

"Could it be inside Qing Jun’s Sumeru Object? How is one supposed to retrieve that?"

Zhao Rong had a bit of a headache.

Seemingly shy from his bold and scrutinizing gaze, Lingfei tugged at Zhao Rong’s arms, pulling him back, and the two of them drew close again.

Zhao Rong’s brow was still furrowed in thought, but suddenly, a soft touch came from his arm...

His heart stirred.

Zhao Rong glanced slightly downward.

He found himself engulfed in what seemed like two fluffy clouds of colorful cotton candy.

Irresistible.

But before he had time to savor the moment longer, someone pulled him out...

Lingfei, sensing something, quickly let go of Zhao Rong’s arm.

The two instantly separated.

Lingfei turned her head away shyly, her expression unclear, her chest heaving unevenly.

Zhao Rong cleared his throat awkwardly and sat up straight, now focusing solely on the lively events of the literary gathering.

Liu Kongyi was attracting the attention of the entire venue at that moment as she spoke with a smile of resignation.

Zhao Rong leaned in to listen.

Lingfei turned her head to look at the quietly flowing warm creek beside them.

However, at one moment,

She sneaked a peek at Zhao Rong, her face flushing red.

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Liu Kongyi saw how her newly crafted Ascending poem had drawn everyone’s interest and attention, and her lips curled into a smile.

Actually, an Ascending grade poem was not very precious for the students of the Heavenly Will Realm;

since Ascending grade can only consolidate and store spiritual energy once. Though the energy is refined and purer, it’s barely a drop in the bucket compared to the massive amounts of spiritual energy needed in the Heavenly Will Realm. For them, one Ascending grade poem could only slightly improve their Spiritual Energy Cultivation, unlike in the previous Vast Realm.

For the students of the Linlu Academy, an Ascending grade poem also wasn’t something to marvel at, as a literary meeting without five or six new Ascending poems was considered a shameful and unimpressive event. Creating a Falling Flower Grade poem on the spot would be considered a successful event.

However, Liu Kongyi was not a Confucian cultivator; she was a Daoist Cultivator from the Taiyi Mansion, and furthermore, a woman. Being able to compose an Ascending grade poem on the spot was already quite an accomplishment among the Academy students. Isn’t it obvious that students like Li Jinsu, who are not adept in poetry and laws of verse, just sit quietly on the side admiring and responding? Therefore, calling her a talented woman is not an exaggeration.

Innately one of the highest-ranked cultivators of Taiyi Mansion, Liu Kongyi, with her casual hobby, could create Confucian Ascending or even Falling Flower grade poems; such innate talent and quick comprehension certainly gave Liu Kongyi reason to be proud.

Suddenly, Liu Kongyi was struck by a thought, remembering the poem named \"Heavenly Immortal\" she had composed a while back.

At that time, inspired, she dashed it off in front of the window, feeling it better than any Ascending poem she had crafted before.

The language was intricate and the scene evocative, carrying an ethereal beauty.

It had the potential to reach the Falling Flower Grade.

But to Liu Kongyi’s surprise, when she finished writing, the poem did not manifest any peculiar phenomena to rise in grade.

Liu Kongyi had a headache, for the poem potentially reaching the Falling Flower Grade was quite rare for her.

Thus, these past few days, Liu Kongyi had revised the \"Heavenly Immortal,\" refining the words and atmosphere.

Yet to no avail, the poem on the paper did not stir the slightest ripple of spiritual energy.

Liu Kongyi was sullen, often lost in thought as she honed her phrases, even beginning to doubt whether the poem really had the potential to reach the Falling Flower Grade.

Therefore, today she and Du Yifu had invited some students from Taiyi Mansion to the warm creek to hold a literary collection, hoping to alleviate her worries. Little did she expect to encounter Ye Ruoxi from Tranquility Mansion holding a literary gathering, and so, the two groups decided to hold it together.

Thinking of that poem, Liu Kongyi frowned slightly, her gaze sweeping casually over the men present at the gathering, pausing briefly on Du Yifu and others.

Liu Kongyi’s eyes flashed.