My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 296 - 230 Husband Sings, Wife Follows_2

Chapter 296: Chapter 230 Husband Sings, Wife Follows_2

Gui: "......"

Zhao Rong paused, his tone slightly softened, "Back then, at the base of You Mountain, it was you who scolded me awake, saying that if I really wanted what’s best for Qing Jun, I shouldn’t arrogantly make choices for her. Now that I’ve taken Qing Jun’s hand and come together with her, you’re telling me again that for her sake, I should let go and let Qing Jun walk away. Gui, so all the words must be spoken by you?"

Sword Spirit remained silent for a while, giving a slight sigh. Although the sigh had the familiar tone of Zhao Rong, it made him feel like it carried some ancient vicissitudes.

This feeling was indescribable; if Zhao Rong had to describe it, it would be like a person who, after enduring endless years, had grown old in heart, sitting in front of a fireplace flipping through books, when they suddenly beheld a rerun of a similar familiar regrettable past event. They couldn’t bear to turn the page, even though they actually knew that this was not the same story that had once caused their regret and remorse, but it ultimately left them unsettled.

"I merely felt a bit of pity and said it casually. Not everything in this world can be perfect to everyone’s liking... Don’t listen to me. Right now, being together with Zhao Lingfei is quite good, and her Sword Heart also shows signs of recovery."

Zhao Rong suddenly said, "I know Qing Jun’s Great Dao is very far, but since she has called me her husband and entrusted her heart and body to me, no matter how far this Great Dao is, I, Zhao Ziyu, will also walk it with her."

He paused, then added, "And also Xiaoxiao, I want to hold their hands and move together, nobody thinks about escaping."

Gui chuckled, "Oh, such boldness; weren’t you still trembling with fear before, afraid of confronting the king?"

Zhao Rong swung his arm, his manner full of boldness, "They are all people of my Old Zhao Family. Our Zhao Family governs the household with Confucian principles; everyone has to listen to me, Qing Jun and Xiaoxiao can have their little quarrels, but if they dare to do something foolish, watch how I enforce family law to let them know who’s in charge at home."

Sword Spirit marveled in amazement.

The resolute Zhao Rong suddenly softened his tone, "Ahem, little Gui, I noticed that the water bowl in Huaijin’s hand is gone. Did Qing Jun break it? Is this formation water bowl valuable?"

After all, every household is different, who knows whether what they casually bring out is some exotic treasure. Zhao Rong is still very much family-minded.

Gui sighed, spoke seriously, "Zhao Rong, you’ve got a big problem now. This bowl is indeed valuable; it was used by the Great Emperor himself to drink water. I suggest you compensate her with Qing Jun, hmm, and add Xiaoxiao on top of it. You too, even though you’re not worth much, just to make it neat, all together as a family."

"Get lost!"

Zhao Rong cursed.

While Zhao Rong listened to Gui in the Heart Lake.

Inside the courtyard of East Fence Small House, silence still prevailed for the moment.

Outside the courtyard door, Li Jinsu, who had been standing with hands down and focusing ever since Zhao Lingfei and Huaijin exchanged glances, saw no further signs of conflict between the two women in the courtyard, he slightly relaxed.

Li Jinsu turned his head, his expression helpless, he glanced at Zhao Rong and then turned away. His face became stern as he stood facing the empty street of Nanxuan Academy and bowed respectfully in a certain direction.

The quiet courtyard.

The silent air was suddenly broken.

Zhao Lingfei withdrew her gaze from Huaijin, turned her head, and scrutinized Zhao Rong thoroughly. She noticed he was wearing the autumn clothes she had mentioned and his complexion was ruddy. He looked blankly at her, not knowing whether he was daydreaming or... mesmerized by her.

"You fool," Zhao Lingfei muttered under her breath, but her narrow eyes unconsciously narrowed slightly as she couldn’t help but lower her head because of Zhao Rong’s intense gaze.

Zhao Lingfei fiddled with the hem of her clothes, then lifted her head, her lips holding a gentle smile, she walked to the table. She placed down the food container, stretched out her hand to open it, and started taking things out.

The gazes of Huaijin, Li Jinsu, Jia Tengying, and others unconsciously followed Zhao Lingfei’s movements.

She took out a bowl of steaming hot porridge from the box and stirred it a few times with a spoon, slightly lifting her chin, her lips puckered as she blew gently on it.

Then, Zhao Lingfei, with a gentle sway of her steps, approached the daydreaming Zhao Rong. She looked up slightly, her hands holding the porridge, and held it to his mouth, smiling warmly:

"Husband, have some porridge."

"Ahem," Li Jinsu coughed lightly twice, diverting his gaze.

Jia Tengying stared blankly at this gentle woman before him, starkly different from the formidable, sharp-eyed lady just moments ago.

Huaijin’s gaze became focused, she pursed her lips, withdrew her white jade hand back into her sleeve, slightly turning her head toward Zhao Rong.

’Aah,’ Zhao Rong came back to his senses, his gaze lowered, and he immediately saw the rising steam before him and the flowering smile behind the steam.

A scent of lotus seeds entered his nostrils, mixed with her familiar fragrance.

Zhao Rong’s eyes softened, he reached out to take the bowl of Lotus Seed Glutinous Rice Porridge, "You’ve worked hard, Qing Jun."

Zhao Lingfei shook her head with a smile, watching as Zhao Rong scooped a spoonful, tasted it, and nodded his head brightly at the flavor.

Her smile brightened even more, her clear eyes gazing warmly at Zhao Rong.

At that moment, the others in the courtyard, watching this scene, felt sated just like Zhao Rong, as if they too had partaken of something substantial.

"Ahem!"

Li Jinsu couldn’t bear it any longer and coughed loudly twice, his fist next to his mouth.

Zhao Rong came to his senses, his eyes briefly scanning the courtyard, his old face blushing slightly, he handed the lotus seed porridge to Qing Jun, giving her a meaningful look.

The married couple exchanged glances.

Zhao Lingfei blinked.

Zhao Rong nodded gently.

Then, Zhao Rong turned and walked towards Huaijin.

Zhao Lingfei placed the Lotus Seed Porridge back into the food container, looked up, and politely smiled at Yushu, her husband’s friend whom she had met a few times before. Afterward, she picked up the food container, tacitly following Zhao Rong toward Huaijin.