My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 239 - 194: The Gift from Husband (Extra for Brothers’ Monthly Tickets!)_2

Chapter 239: Chapter 194: The Gift from Husband (Extra for Brothers’ Monthly Tickets!)_2

Fallen flowers beyond my realm?

However, at this moment, an unexpected woman suddenly interjected.

Yun Zi chuckled and spoke, "Sister Lingfei, you really have gone to great lengths for your mundane husband."

As soon as these words were uttered, Zhao Lingfei’s pretty face suddenly turned cold, and she fiercely turned her head to glare at Yun Zi, "Sister Yun Zi!"

Her eyes were filled with frost.

A ripple crossed Yun Zi’s calm eyes, but soon she averted her gaze from Zhao Lingfei and remained silent. The sharpest dagger had been thrust, and there was no need to say more.

A son-in-law who lives off his wife?

A commotion arose at the scholarly gathering, growing louder and louder.

The students from Taiching Prefecture and scholars from the academies were very surprised, especially the latter.

The former just realized some things.

Zhao Lingfei’s husband was actually a son-in-law who lives off his wife? Then all the previous speculations about his identity were wrong. Ha, if what Yun Zi said was correct, then this Zhao Rong did not seem to be the offspring of a wealthy family, he truly was as ordinary as he seemed at first glance. The only thing special was that he had married into Zhao Lingfei’s heart, and won her love.

As for the latter, they thought even more and further ahead.

A student from Linlu Academy, a scholar whom even the secular monarchs would treat with respect when down the mountain, would actually marry into a family?

Even though one’s secular status is unimportant in the mountains and Linlu Academy has no rule against men marrying into a family, it is still... a stain of sorts.

Originally, when Du Yifu heard Zhao Lingfei say that Zhao Rong could write a poem about ’the realm beyond fallen flowers,’ his expression was one of surprise and doubt as he looked at Zhao Rong. Now, after hearing Yun Zi’s insinuation, he shook his head with a smile. Oh, it was just to save face for your husband who lives off his wife—how uninteresting...

Of course, there were also many men who secretly observed Zhao Lingfei, whose pretty face was filled with cold anger. Even in anger, she radiated a different kind of stunning beauty. It was said that if one could obtain a goddess-like woman simply by taking on an insignificant son-in-law identity, then the line of men rushing to Zhao Mansion to request such an arrangement would probably stretch from the top of the mountain to the bottom... Sigh, how lucky is this Brother Zhao...

Unaware of these odd thoughts from some people, Zhao Rong only knew that he had been innocently shot by a woman he didn’t recognize, who put him on the spot. I mean, I didn’t provoke you.

Zhao Rong looked at Yun Zi wordlessly, who closed her eyes and stared at the ground, refusing to make eye contact with Qing Jun.

However, he felt no ripples in his heart in the face of the complicated looks from the people around him.

From the moment Zhao Rong awoke with memories of his past life on the night of his wedding, he knew that a day like this might come when his status as a son-in-law who lives off his wife would become the gossip of others.

It was like he had anticipated the plot arranged by the heavens, just waiting for it to unfold, wondering in what form it would play out.

At this moment, faced with this scene that he had probably expected, Zhao Rong felt little embarrassment and even had a slight urge to laugh. What’s wrong with being a son-in-law who lives off his wife? Did I eat the rice from your home? The doctor said my stomach was not good and told me to eat more mushy food—is that wrong?

So, Zhao Rong stood still with his arms crossed and suddenly flashed a radiant smile, scanning the room. His eyes locked with each person who looked at him, confronting those curious and strange stares head-on.

Hello everyone, I am Zhao Lingfei’s husband who lives off his wife. I look forward to your guidance.

Zhao Rong met their gazes, but many averted their eyes.

He also gave a gentle shake of his head to his Big Senior Brother, who was looking worriedly at him. He then looked at Qing Jun with a bit of worry, thinking about whether he should take her and leave.

But before he could take a step, Qing Jun had already moved, and moreover, in the same way he had thought.

Zhao Lingfei gave Yun Zi, who dared not meet her eye, an angry glare. Then, without giving Ji Qianyi, who was about to speak but hesitated, another look, she quickly walked to the table, lifted the Jade Box, grabbed her white jade token, and turned to leave, ready to exit the gathering with Brother Rong’er.

Attached to the white jade token was the Purple Silk that Zhao Rong had tied to it, which fluttered in the air. The numerous, slender threads were akin to a woman’s hair, floating with the breeze as their owner swiftly moved forward.

Seeing that an otherwise pleasant literary gathering had turned into an unpleasant event, Ye Ruoxi looked reproachfully at Yun Zi and Ji Qianyi, then quickly intercepted Zhao Lingfei.

"Lingfei, Lingfei, don’t be angry..."

Ye Ruoxi softly pleaded with Zhao Lingfei, grasping her hand.

Forced to stop, Zhao Lingfei’s face calmed down. She glanced at Ye Ruoxi’s sincere expression and after a moment of silence, said, "I’m sorry, Sister Ruoxi. Thank you for the gathering. My husband and I have some matters to attend to, so we will take our leave now. We’ll meet another day."

Ye Ruoxi looked helpless, thought for a moment, and nodded. She looked into Zhao Lingfei’s eyes and whispered, "That’s fine. Don’t take it to heart. If worse comes to worst, we just won’t deal with them anymore... I’ll talk with Big Brother Li later and tell everyone not to spread rumors about Young Master Zhao."

"Thank you, Senior Sister."

Zhao Lingfei pursed her lips, nodded lightly, and walked past Ye Ruoxi towards Zhao Rong.

She was dressed in a high-waisted skirt and held in her hand the white Jade Token that Zhao Rong had returned to her, which had a deep purple tassel tied to its end that fluttered in the wind like her wide sleeves. However, since her dress was a light moon-white and the tassel a deep purple, it stood out vividly, as if... she was holding a cluster of Purple Energy.

The "purity" that had transformed into the tassel seemed to sense its owner’s feelings, as the strands of the tassel suddenly moved.

The next second.

It playfully interwove in the air, forming a delicate little hand of a girl that gently touched Zhao Lingfei’s jade-clutching hand.

The deep purple in contact with the snow-white skin immediately drew the attention of everyone present.

Liu Kongyi, who had been watching the commotion with a light laugh, paused the moment her gaze met the purple tassel.

Her eyes glued to it.

And when she saw the tassel transform into a little hand comforting Zhao Lingfei.

Her pupils suddenly contracted!

"Junior Sister Zhao!"

Liu Kongyi suddenly stood up, eyes wide, staring intently at the small purple hand.

"What’s the matter?"

Zhao Lingfei asked with some confusion.

Amid the puzzled looks of those around, Liu Kongyi licked her lips and kept her gaze fixed on something, her voice cautious, "Where did you get this... this purple silk on your jade from?"

Zhao Lingfei was taken aback and truthfully said, "My husband gave it to me."

Liu Kongyi immediately fell silent.

In that instant.

A vision of a certain unremarkable man flashed through her mind.

The next second.

Liu Kongyi, in disbelief, slowly turned her head.

Gradually.

Gradually.

Finally, the figure of a man standing still with crossed arms came into her view.

Liu Kongyi swallowed, "Zhao... Master Zhao, this, is this yours?"

Zhao Rong sighed inwardly and glanced at Liu Kongyi, who had changed dramatically from just moments ago.

He, with his sleeves gathered, stood in the corner with a calm expression and nodded slightly.

Above the gathering, people at first listened absentmindedly to the strange conversation about the purple silk, but gradually, some of the Residence Students suddenly remembered something, reacted, and their eyes brimmed with incredulity as they too stared intently at the purple tassel in Zhao Lingfei’s hand.

Ye Ruoxi, who was listening on the side, was still somewhat puzzled, "Junior Sister Liu, what’s so special about the purple silk that Master Zhao gave?"

Liu Kongyi closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then opened them and stared piercingly at Zhao Rong, her voice filled with incredulity:

"You, what you gave... this is the East Coming Purple Energy of a Daoist gentleman!"

The air in the entire place became still.