My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 246 - 201: How many bedrooms do you want?

Chapter 246: Chapter 201: How many bedrooms do you want?

Zhao Rong found that Qing Jun still had the heart of a little girl who never grew up, and upon reflection, she was indeed only seventeen years old.

Even though she had entered the Cultivation World early and become a peak Sword Cultivator of the Vast Realm, she was still just a young woman who had married not long ago, especially in front of her childhood sweetheart.

Or it could be said that all the Residence Students of the Taiching Four Mansions were similar, despite being the pride of various regions across the continent, they were still all under twenty-eight years of age. No matter how precocious they were, how much more could they truly understand? Perhaps the pursuit of eternal life along the Great Dao was simply a form of blind conformity.

Because they were all very young, save for those prone to melancholy, who would ponder aging and death so early on? Their motivation for cultivation and climbing mountains was perhaps due to their clan’s expectations or their own pride, ambition, and youthful vigor.

Therefore, Qing Jun enjoyed playing and seeking tranquility in the warm Xizhu Garden, an activity that might seem a bit dull for those of the mountains.

She wasn’t an inexperienced girl who had never seen marvels of creation or places teeming with Spiritual Energy; however, even a small Xizhu Garden could elicit such a response from her.

Qing Jun had simply always been missing that person, the man she kept in her heart, always thinking "it would be nice if he were here."

Zhao Rong savored this most beautiful Qing Jun in the best years of their youth.

They spent the entire afternoon deep in Xizhu Garden, picking up childhood pastimes and relishing the familiar yet distant joys.

Qing Jun seemed to turn back into that little girl from the past, chasing after Zhao Rong all over the mountains and fields.

Sometimes, when she found something interesting, Qing Jun would take his hand and lead the way, walking backwards facing Zhao Rong without fear of tripping.

Zhao Rong was a little helpless, but mostly he doted on and indulged her.

Whatever Qing Jun wanted to play, he would join her, and whatever she wanted to say, Zhao Rong listened attentively.

The two played and frolicked like this in Xizhu Garden for the whole day.

Afterward.

Hand in hand, they left Xizhu Garden; as the night deepened, Zhao Rong insisted on taking Qing Jun back to the Nanci Mansion without explaining why.

Walking on the night road, Zhao Rong smiled as he watched Qing Jun, who was leading the way by his hand.

She had played all day, yet she seemed to still be brimming with energy, unable to settle down.

When there were no passersby around for a brief moment.

Qing Jun flaunted their interlocked fingers, gracefully moving like a butterfly, elegant and light.

She was like a lively little deer, restless.

She looked around playfully, chatting with Zhao Rong about their respective matters, occasionally looking back with a bright smile.

Lingfei, dressed in a flowing chest-high garb with sleeves that danced in the wind, had a slender waist accentuated by a floating purple sash twinkling in the air.

Whether playfully chiding or joyous, she revealed it all to just one person.

"Rong’er brother, so you’re saying that the white silk originally intended for Lin Wenruo, Lan Yuqing... used it herself, and then it ended up buried in the Osmanthus Forest by Lin Wenruo?"

She was listening to Zhao Rong talk about Zhongnan Country when suddenly she turned back, nestled close to him again, embracing his arm and asking softly.

Zhao Rong paused mid-sentence, turned his head to look at Qing Jun, and nodded, "Mhm, he left the Osmanthus Forest alone."

He watched his wife, whose autumn eyes still shone like stars in the night, and noticed her frowning.

Zhao Rong thought for a moment and sighed.

"Actually, Wenruo was also suffering inside. If there were any other way, he wouldn’t have allowed such an outcome, but... alas, it is such a pity for Miss Lan. Although I only met her a few times, and for some reason, she looked at me as if she wanted to eat me alive, as if I had offended her before... But after I won the third debate, I guess I really did offend her."

"However, I could feel that her feelings for Wenruo were extraordinary, after all, I heard that like us, they also knew each other as childhood sweethearts from a young age..."

Lingfei suddenly interrupted, "We are not the same as them."

Zhao Rong stopped, hearing the determination and seriousness in her voice, he cleared his throat, realizing his mistake and quickly nodded.

Those words were indeed a bit inauspicious.

Lingfei tightened her grip on the arm of her childhood-lover-turned-husband, turned her head back, narrowed her eyes, and gazed at the dimly lit night scene, uttering a peculiar statement.

"Why didn’t Lin Wen at the time take Lan Yuqing home and then confront the Qingjing child?"

Zhao Rong frowned slightly, "Well, why bother with such redundancy? Since they were going to confront each other and fall out anyway, it’s better to call off the marriage and shame her, letting her feel more hatred, so at least it wouldn’t be as painful afterwards."

Lingfei looked ahead, quieted for a moment, and then softly said, "What if, in reality, she was willing to accompany him, as long as Lin Wen married her?"

Zhao Rong fell silent.

Lingfei bit her lip, "Another man presuming to know what’s best for a woman."

She turned to look at Zhao Rong’s profile, whispering, "Rong’er brother."

"Hmm?"

"I don’t like Lin Wen, and you... don’t be like him."

Zhao Rong turned his head to look at Qing Jun, nodding seriously.

After a while, Zhao Rong felt the atmosphere between them had become somewhat somber due to the previous conversation.

He cleared his throat lightly, as if thinking of something, and turned his head with a smile, "That Wenruo fellow, I’ve disliked him for a long time. Do you think he, alone, can handle eighteen beautiful concubines? And he’s so secretive, not letting anyone catch a glimpse..."

The quiet Lingfei lifted her eyelids, glanced at Zhao Rong, and with a slight hook of her lips, said with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, "Rong’er brother, why do I feel like you’re envious of him?"

Zhao Rong huffed, lifting his chin, with a disdainful tone, "Envious? Not to brag, but compared to his mere eighteen beautiful concubines, ha, even if another thousand were added, they wouldn’t match a single one of my lady. Envious of him? Hardly."

Having said this, he felt that his words were flattering in both overt and subtle ways. After all, his lady should be able to hear it, right?

Zhao Rong chuckled to himself, his head held high as he glanced at Lingfei.

She was tilting her head, listening.

Lingfei nodded thoughtfully and suddenly asked, "Not as good as my... one room?"

Zhao Rong: "..."

The air was silent for a second.

But to Zhao Rong, that second felt as long as a year, and it was deadly.

Not daring to hesitate any longer, his mind quickly shifted, and one second later, he immediately spoke up, "A slip of the tongue, that was a slip of the tongue."

Zhao Rong’s tone was sincere, "Qing Jun, let me explain it to you again. Just now, when I spoke about Wenruo’s eighteen rooms, umm, plus the hypothetical thousand, I was comparing one thousand and eighteen rooms with you, trying to highlight how you are unique and more valuable to me than my own life. Of course, as for your status in my heart, who doesn’t know it?

Yet I couldn’t help but say it out loud, so in my phrasing, where Wenruo had eighteen rooms, I subconsciously used ’room’ to describe you as well. That was my husband’s mistake. But as you know, we Confucians pride ourselves on the symmetry in our speech and writing... umm, that’s where the misunderstanding arose. Do you understand, Qing Jun?"

Zhao Rong eagerly looked into his wife’s eyes, his gaze hopeful.

Lingfei pondered and nodded, "Oh, I see, so that’s it, Rong’er brother. I thought you had many rooms."

Zhao Rong’s eyelid twitched, not daring to utter a word in response, and hastily shook his head vigorously.

Lingfei glanced at him, "But, Rong’er brother, why bother explaining so much? Just saying it was a misunderstanding would have been enough."

A slight twitch passed unnoticed at the corner of Zhao Rong’s mouth. He immediately turned aside and said with furrowed brows, "Silly girl, am I not just worried that you might get the wrong idea?"

Upon hearing this, Lingfei embraced his arm and smiled sweetly.

Zhao Rong heaved a sigh of relief inwardly.

However, he hadn’t expected her to suddenly say, "Husband, how many rooms do you want?"

Zhao Rong: "..."

He didn’t dare to continue the conversation.

"It’s all right, husband. Just tell me what’s in your heart. I’m not one of those unreasonable and pedantic women, am I going to eat you or something?"

Zhao Rong pursed his lips, looking at Lingfei’s encouraging expression, unsure if she was fishing for a response.

Qing Jun indeed wouldn’t eat him, but he was afraid she might again shatter the Sword Heart... according to Gui, the Sword Heart she had destroyed before hadn’t recovered much by now. If it were to break again, Zhao Rong would have to seriously suspect whether he was just naturally jinxed to his lady.

Thinking of this, Zhao Rong gritted his teeth and declared decisively, "One room for my lady!"

He thought that answer would suffice and that there would be no more questions.

Instead, to his surprise, Qing Jun shook her head upon hearing this, "Just one room for me won’t do."

Zhao Rong was startled, then immediately threw the question back, "How many rooms do you think are appropriate, my lady?"

She continued, "If it’s just me, people will certainly say I am jealous. Most importantly, it won’t reflect well on you, things like being henpecked and whatnot, that won’t do. How about... two rooms? Let’s accept a second room for you."

Zhao Rong was overjoyed, shouting in his mind, Qian’er, Qing Jun has agreed, I will come to get you right away...

Lingfei’s face turned slightly red, and she turned to look at the night view by the roadside, "We mustn’t forget Qian’er. She is my personal maid and grew up with us. We... we three must always stay together."

Zhao Rong’s expression froze, his shoulders sagging slightly.

A quarter of an hour later.

The two, who had a tacit understanding to slow down their pace upon approaching Nanci Mansion, finally reached the entrance of the mansion.

They lingered in a close embrace for a moment, before parting reluctantly.

Zhao Rong watched Lingfei enter the mansion, and even after he could no longer see her figure, he stayed still, standing there quietly.

Before long.

Zhao Rong sighed softly, turned, and walked away.