My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 256 - 211 Soft Jade Warm and Fragrant, Qing Jun Amiable (Part 2)

Chapter 256: Chapter 211 Soft Jade Warm and Fragrant, Qing Jun Amiable (Part 2)

Zhao Rong was about to follow inside the door.

But the next second, Lingfei suddenly stopped, turned around, and placed her hand on Zhao Rong’s chest, halting his steps.

Lingfei tilted her head, and Qingjun in her arms mimicked her, tilting her head as well.

Both the big and the small tilted their heads and looked at Zhao Rong.

"Rong’er, what are you up to?"

Zhao Rong’s eyes widened, his expression slightly stiff. He had never expected Qing Jun to stop him at the door.

After all, since I’m already here, why won’t you let me in for a warm tea...

Seeing a teasing look in Lingfei’s eyes, Zhao Rong braced himself and said, "Qing Jun, I’m a bit thirsty. Do you have any tea in your house? I’ll just have a sip and leave."

Lingfei bit her lip, pretending to think for a moment, then nodded her head.

Zhao Rong’s eyes lit up, ready to speak, but Qing Jun’s voice had already risen.

"Yes, Rong’er, wait here, don’t move. I’ll go get you a cup."

With that, she didn’t wait for Zhao Rong’s reaction and slammed the courtyard door shut, entering the house to fetch water.

Outside, Zhao Rong stood in the cool breeze, gradually petrifying. His shoulders slumped as he inhaled the cool air, feeling as though it was biting cold, like being doused with a bucket of cold water.

Zhao Rong’s brow furrowed, finding it hard to stand still, so he paced back and forth outside the courtyard door, looking several times at the closed house door, furrowing his brow even more.

After a while, the courtyard door finally opened.

Lingfei walked out with both hands holding a steaming cup of tea, with Qingjun beside her carrying a cloth bag, floating in the air, swaying left and right.

Lingfei holding the tea, looked up at Rong’er, seeing him with a stern face, arms crossed over his chest, expressionless as he watched her.

Lingfei blinked and handed over the tea cup, "Rong’er, have some tea."

Zhao Rong turned his head away, unmoved.

Her eyes, bright and clear, narrowed as she looked at Rong’er’s uncommonly childish demeanor, so she had to say again:

"Husband, drink the tea."

Her voice soft, coaxing Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong did not turn his head, remained motionless.

"Husband~"

Lingfei’s tone carried a bit of pleading.

Zhao Rong finally spoke, not in a good mood, "If you won’t let me in to drink, then why did you bring me here?"

Lingfei’s forehead dipped, she looked down at the tea cup in her hands, silent.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips, still turned away, not looking at her, but he reached out to take the cup of hot tea that a certain lady had repeatedly blown on and had left some traces of rouge, bringing it to his lips and gulping it down as if drinking in large draughts, oblivious to the rouge taste and the just-right temperature of the tea.

Lingfei took back the tea cup with both hands, looked down at the nearly empty cup with just a few leaves left, and smiled lightly.

She then looked at Rong’er’s sulky expression, stayed quiet for a little while, and reached out to take the cloth bag Qingjun was holding.

Lingfei opened the cloth bag, revealing several thick Confucian robes inside. Her fingers pinched the corner of the clothes, rubbing it finely.

Lingfei looked down at the meticulously sewn fabric, her brows filled with tenderness and a touch of self-satisfaction.

"Rong’er, it’s getting chilly, you should wear more clothes."

Zhao Rong’s tone was stiff and rigid, "No need, I’m not cold."

Lingfei, of course, knew that with Rong’er’s current constitution, this bit of autumn chill was nothing, and a thin scholar’s robe would suffice.

But she still held the cloth bag in both hands and pushed it towards Zhao Rong, her expression firm as she shook her head, "It won’t do, Rong’er. You must add autumn clothes in the fall, in the past... Aunt Liu would knit autumn clothes for us every year."

Now that she’s gone, I’ll do it.

Lingfei silently continued in her heart.

Zhao Rong heard the woman’s name, fell silent for a while, let go of his crossed arms, bowed his head, snatched the cloth bag in front of him, and stored it in the Sumeru Object.

Zhao Lingfei saw this and smiled sweetly. She raised her head and stared intently at Zhao Rong without blinking.

Zhao Rong did not look at her but instead surveyed the surroundings. At the moment, there was no one around, the night was silent, and the two stood at the courtyard entrance. If anyone passed by on the distant cobblestone path, a grove of trees would block their view, making them invisible from here.

With his sleeves enveloped around him, he turned sideways towards Qing Jun, looking towards the cobblestone path and gently said, "Is there anything else?"

Zhao Lingfei, seeing that he did not look at her from start to finish, slowly lost her smile. She raised her eyes and gazed at the side of Zhao Rong’s face, quietly offering an explanation.

"You, you haven’t gotten the ink jade yet."

Because the jade had not been obtained, they could not proceed.

The night of the bridal chamber had passed without exchanging the jade, and thus they missed each other. Now, if the jade was exchanged, it would be the night of the bridal chamber.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips, feeling a headache at the thought of that piece of ink jade, "Who knows where you kept your jade, how am I supposed to get it?"

Zhao Lingfei glanced at Zhao Rong’s expression and softly spoke, "Rong’er, it’s on my body."

Zhao Rong, speechless, said, "If you hide it within the Sumeru Object, how can I retrieve it?"

He turned his back to her, "You’re just making things difficult."

Zhao Lingfei was about to speak but eventually lowered her eyes in silence.

Because she was admittedly doing it on purpose, unwilling to give the jade to Rong’er.

It wasn’t because of modesty or shyness; on the contrary, Zhao Lingfei was afraid she might appear too unrestrained in front of Zhao Rong, yielding to him and following his wishes.

Rong’er was presently in the Ascending Realm, a crucial period for solidifying his foundation. How could she give him the jade?

If it had been the Fu Yao Realm, that would have been another matter...

Zhao Lingfei suddenly extended her hand, withdrawing the white jade from her waist and no longer wore it. When Zhao Rong could obtain the ink jade, which Zhao Lingfei had already hinted at its location several times, they could wear them together.

"If you want to give me autumn clothes, just let me wait at the gate of your hermitage; why bring me here unnecessarily..."

And then not let me enter for tea.

After speaking, Zhao Rong kept a straight face but could not help glancing sideways at Qing Jun. Seeing her not responding and appearing like a young girl who had made a mistake, his heart suddenly softened, and his anger dissipated significantly.

Zhao Rong pondered for a moment with an expressionless face but his tone softened slightly, "It’s getting late, I should go first. Take good care of yourself."

Facing the cobblestone path, Zhao Rong walked forward against the cool breeze.

The next second.

His hand was grabbed by someone, halting his steps.

Zhao Lingfei held onto Zhao Rong and pulled him back.

"Don’t go," she said.

"Don’t go."

She repeated.

Zhao Rong felt the strength in Qing Jun’s hand, sensing something unusual about her tonight. He frowned and asked, "Qing Jun, is there anything else?"

Zhao Lingfei gently nodded, her chest rising and falling slightly. Several times she wanted to speak but swallowed her words back, hesitating once more.

Under Zhao Rong’s puzzled gaze, Zhao Lingfei was quiet for a while and suddenly reached into her sleeve to pull out a Qinglian embroidered brocade bag.

She grinned.

"Things are a bit expensive in Du You City... Rong’er, if there’s anything you like, feel free to buy it. I’m giving you my purse, which has some green frog money and Colorful Butterfly Coin in it. If it’s not enough, I have more; I barely used my monthly allowance and competition rewards from the residence, and I’ve saved it all. Also, my uncle currently manages the money at home, but he will give me any amount I need. All these are for you; please don’t be angry, be happy, okay?"

Zhao Lingfei held the Qinglian purse up to Zhao Rong’s face, her eyes slightly squinting, like a cat offering treasure, waiting for her beloved’s happiness and praise.

Looking at the woman in front of him holding out her "heart" to him, Zhao Rong’s heart quivered.

He quickly straightened his face, glancing sideways at her.

"Are you teaching me how to do things?"

Zhao Lingfei: "..."