My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 293 - 228 Stop, Let go of my husband!_3

Chapter 293: Chapter 228 Stop, Let go of my husband!_3

"Mm."

Zhao Lingfei narrowed her eyes in response, then reached out to touch the exterior of the food container.

Qingjing swayed on the swing beside the teardrop-shaped mole on her left cheek.

Before long, the two of them entered Nanxuan Academy, chatting and laughing along the way.

On the road, Zhao Lingfei attracted the attention of many Academy students and scholars; however, they were all Confucian scholars cultivated in propriety, and with Li Jinsu leading the way, no one behaved disrespectfully or stepped out of bounds.

"Over there is Ziyu’s residence; his roommate is Jia Tengying, both from Shuaixing Hall. They live together in harmony. That courtyard is called East Fence Small House. I remember Ziyu telling me about it when I last came to visit," Li Jinsu pointed to a quiet courtyard not far away.

Zhao Lingfei nodded, directing her gaze toward the courtyard, and with her keen hearing and sight, she noticed that it was eerily quiet, without any sounds coming from within.

The bell had just rung, so Rong’er should have just finished his morning reading, right? Maybe he is still quietly studying; I wonder if he’s feeling hungry...

Zhao Lingfei pondered softly, then suddenly lowered her head to examine her attire, her eyebrows slightly knitted, lightly biting her vermilion lips.

As their meeting approached, Zhao Lingfei inexplicably began to worry that Zhao Rong might not like her outfit for the day.

Yet, before Zhao Lingfei’s concern could linger for too long, the oblivious Li Jinsu, with unwavering steps, had already led her to the gate of East Fence Small House.

At this moment, they were very close to the door, and Li Jinsu raised his hand, ready to knock.

Just then, the faint sound of conversation suddenly emerged from behind the door, barely audible.

"Can’t you be a little gentler? You’re always so rough every time."

A strange woman’s voice emanated from the male student quarters.

Li Jinsu paused, his movements halting.

Zhao Lingfei’s grip on the food container tightened abruptly, her slender eyes narrowing.

"I just prefer it a bit rougher, didn’t you compliment me just now? Why change your tune? Can’t handle it anymore? It’s only been a few times. If you can’t take it, just say so—we can take a break."

Then came Zhao Rong’s voice, still faint but distinguishable to the two outside.

At this moment, Zhao Rong seemed to pause, then pleaded, "Phew... it’s been a few times. Let’s stop for a bit. After all, you’re not the one doing it, so you must not be tired; I’m exhausted."

The woman’s voice interrupted, "No, we can’t stop, don’t get up, keep going. If you were gentler, you wouldn’t be tired."

"Again?"

"Did you write the character ’zheng’ correctly this time? Hurry up and draw it. We agreed on a certain number of times, and we can’t miss any today..."

Outside, Li Jinsu felt a bit awkward as his words about "sophisticated studying" and "pure relationships" to Lingfei seemed to slap him in the face. Caught between knocking and not knocking, he bit his lip and stealthily glanced at Zhao Lingfei beside him.

He saw her complexion gradually paling, her eyes fixed on the courtyard door.

Li Jinsu opened his mouth to say something, but Zhao Lingfei suddenly looked up, stretched forward her hand, and forcefully pushed him aside.

She gently set down the food container, her trembling hands reaching out, slowly approaching the wooden door, ready to push open the barrier that separated inside from outside, him from her.

The door grew closer and closer.

She wanted to ask Rong’er personally if he still wished to drink the porridge she brought.

Zhao Lingfei’s eyes reddened, her lips pressed tightly together like a thread of blood, then slowly lost their color, turning as pale as a sheet of paper.

Her slender, fair hand reaching towards the wooden door slowly clenched into a fist, the door just a breath away.

And at that moment, Zhao Rong’s voice came through again, his tone notably firmer:

"Yu Xuanji, Yu Huaijin, don’t go too far! Twenty-one ’zheng’ characters plus three strokes—I’ve already played this broken zither a hundred and eight times in a row, and still, you want more. When will this end!?"

Zhao Lingfei’s eyes widened in shock, her body trembled, and she suddenly snapped out of her daze, bursting through the door the next second.

In an instant.

The whole scene within the courtyard burst into her view,

Rong’er, rising abruptly from his seat.

Fan Yushu, buried in a pile of books.

A dark-skinned man squatting in the field, picking something.

And... a small woman with her back to Zhao Lingfei, dressed in an oversized student uniform, holding a ruler in her hand, at a standoff with Rong’er.

Simultaneously, Zhao Lingfei also quickly noticed the Ritual Formation in front of her, preventing her from advancing further.

The tightly wound string in Zhao Lingfei’s heart since the beginning suddenly relaxed.

Yu Huaijin, with a stern face, turned around.

Zhao Lingfei’s first glance towards Zhao Rong confirmed that her husband was unharmed, and she exhaled in relief.

Then, Zhao Lingfei suddenly turned her head, her cold gaze meeting the calm eyes of Yu Huaijin as she sharply admonished:

"Stop, let go of my husband!"