My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 333 - 249 Young Master Zhao, Aren’t You Attending Class?

Chapter 333: Chapter 249 Young Master Zhao, Aren’t You Attending Class?

"...Zhao Rong likes to be a kept man!"

As soon as Zhao Rong said this,

neither of the two spoke for a moment, and a silence fell between them.

Zhu Weirui’s eyes widened slightly, staring blankly at Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong’s eyebrows slanted downward fiercely, his eyes unblinking as he stared back at her, ready to reveal the true face of a certain scoundrel.

After a while, Zhu Weirui slowly nodded, her eyelids slightly drooping, and she pursed her lips, remaining silent.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong decided to press harder.

"Mr. Zhu," he said with a frown.

"Hmm?"

Zhao Rong spoke earnestly, "Although it is inappropriate to speak ill of someone behind their back, and he is our newly arrived junior brother, and our teacher teaches us to be united and loving, yet! The immoral actions of this junior brother, I, Lin, must speak out, because it is really, ah, Lin must give you a heads-up, Mr. Zhu."

Zhu Weirui shifted her gaze from the orchid, glanced at him, but did not respond.

Zhao Rong sighed, "Ah, I really don’t know where to start... Our junior brother has the looks of a jade tree in the wind, with sword-like eyebrows reaching his temples, eyes bright as stars, a nose like a gall hanging high, lips red as though painted, and stands tall and slender; these qualities are not for me to elaborate, as they easily suggest that he would be kept by someone."

Zhao Rong paused, stole a glance at Zhu Weirui, and seeing her focused intently on him, nodded in agreement with his words.

Zhao Rong was secretly quite pleased.

Then, his expression changed, his eyebrows drew together tightly, he clenched his fists, and shook his head saying:

"The pitiable thing is that our junior brother is too charming and handsome. Right, in Taiching’s Tranquility Mansion, there’s a female prodigy, a Sword Cultivator on the verge of the Heavenly Will Realm, known as Zhao Lingfei. Mr. Zhu, have you heard of her?"

Zhu Weirui thought for a moment and nodded, "I have heard of her. She has a limitless future. What is her relationship with Mr. Zhao?"

"Our junior brother and Zhao Lingfei are a married couple, childhood sweethearts, a perfect match, wedded openly... except the one wedded is the junior brother."

Zhu Weirui bit her lip, "Wait, so you mean to say... Mr. Zhao..."

Zhao Rong gestured dismissively and cut her off, "He is a ’kept man.’"

Zhu Weirui’s eyebrows furrowed, she stared at Zhao Rong, and said seriously, "Why would Mr. Zhao choose to be a ’kept man’?"

Hearing the puzzled tone of the woman in front of him, Zhao Rong felt a surge of joy inside. Indeed, there was no bad reputation that couldn’t be tarnished.

He looked at Zhu Weirui’s picturesque brows and eyes, filled with confusion and disbelief.

A handsome man, right? Sister, let me tell you, this sort of first impression is very dangerous. The way you spoke earlier, expecting and curious about this gentleman, is dangerous. It’s easy to stumble, but it’s okay, you’re lucky you met me. I’ve chewed everything up for you, I refuse to believe it can’t be set straight...

Thinking this, Zhao Rong also sighed, his expression one of regret.

"Ah, at first we all thought the same, but later, after seeing the junior brother and Lingfei being so close and intimate, us senior brothers no longer obsessed over it. After all, it’s their life. As long as it is consensual, a lifetime of monogamous marriage, whether he’s a ’kept man’ or not doesn’t matter, they still appear to be a couple enviable by others... Mmm, after all, with their looks when they stand together, they’re like celestial beings banished to the mortal world, it’s hard not to envy them..."

"Ahem," suddenly realizing he was veering off-topic again, Zhao Rong quickly caught himself and continued, "But in Taiching Four Mansions, as we, the passionate senior brothers, spent more time with the junior brother, we no longer saw it that way!"

"Ah." Zhao Rong put one hand behind his back and the other in front, lowered his head, and sighed deeply, lamenting like an iron not forged into steel:

"Later we found out that this junior brother is not a man devoted to true love and married into it, he just likes to be a kept man, and not just by one, but he’s eating from the bowl while looking into the pot. No, no, he simply took the whole pot."

Zhao Rong turned his head, pursed his lips, and watched Zhu Weirui, who was staring blankly at him.

Her eyebrows, shaped like willow leaves, widened in shock, probably still digesting the conversation that had just shattered her image of some great man.

Zhao Rong cleared his throat, seizing the momentum, he continued:

"Our junior brother hadn’t been in Taiching Prefecture long, hadn’t settled down for a few days, before he began attracting admirers. His looks and talents are extraordinary, there’s no need for me to elaborate again, Mr. Zhu can imagine. Of course, these are not the main point. The main point is, every day he wrote a lot of love letters, running to Nan Ci Mansion morning, noon, and night to deliver them,

The most he did in one day was eighteen love letters, delivered to Nan Ci Mansion, eighteen letters! Initially, we thought the junior brother was writing them all for sister Lingfei, as a sweet affair between them. Later, a few senior brothers and I came to know, our junior brother—he wrote those letters all at once to several prodigious women of Taiching Prefecture just like sister Lingfei!"

"What, you ask how I know? Mr. Zhu, as his senior brother, of course, I have to keep an eye on his movements to prevent the junior brother from straying. But later, we found out, my goodness, this isn’t him straying off path, he’s fully committed to this wrong way, absolutely determined to live off women, and no amount of pulling could bring him back."

Zhao Rong paused, stood with his hands behind him, and looked up at the sky, sighing deeply.

It’s as though a warm-hearted, vigorously diligent senior brother suddenly discovered one day that his obedient, respectful junior brother had started to go astray and had chosen a different path—not the grand highway, but a precarious backroad.

Zhu Weirui looked at his melancholic profile tinged with sadness, stayed silent for a while, then asked, "And then, Mr. Zhao?"

Zhao Rong cast an imperceptible glance at her.

"And then what else could happen? Under the relentless onslaught of our junior brother, nearly all of these fairies had fallen and came looking for him, offering him their affection on a platter."

He shook his head and said:

"Initially, we thought he was merely playing with the women’s emotions and keeping them in the dark. Sooner or later, they would find out the truth and he would suffer greatly for it, especially Lingfei, whose relationship with him was so good before. We thought a storm was brewing behind the scenes, but later, we realized that we, as his senior brothers, were too naive."

Zhu Weirui sounded quite curious, "How so?"

Zhao Rong sighed deeply for what seemed like the umpteenth time, as if all he could do in the face of his junior brother was to sigh in astonishment.

"We stayed in Taiching Prefecture for a month with Teacher. From the beginning of the month, our junior brother was juggling several relationships simultaneously. By the time we were about to leave, everything was still stable, with no signs of any impending disaster,

alas, thinking about it now, our junior brother must undoubtedly be a master of managing time. You should know that Teacher Yan assigned a lot of homework as well, and during the day, our junior brother also attended classes with us at Four Seasons Hall and never missed a session... It’s just baffling how he managed his energy and time among those fairies, including spending daily time with Lingfei, the Empress."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Weirui nodded gently.

Zhao Rong clenched his fist to cover his mouth and coughed twice, then continued, "In the end, one of our senior brothers couldn’t stand it anymore and went to Lingfei to explain everything. Guess what happened?"

Zhu Weirui bit her lip and thought for a moment, then her brows relaxed, and she said hopefully, "Did Fairy Zhao and Mr. Zhao have a confrontation... and then Mr. Zhao reformed, returning to the right path?"

Zhao Rong’s eyelid twitched, and he quickly shook his head to deny it.

"No, no, the junior brother did not reform. He still enjoys being kept by women... because after hearing about it, Lingfei didn’t reproach him at all. She was extremely tolerant and free of jealousy; she even encouraged him to take several more concubines to add sisters for herself..."

"Afterward, our junior brother, holding Lingfei’s hand proudly, told us that he had eighteen other beauties down the mountain. Unfortunately, they weren’t like the exceptional and beautiful fairies of Taiching Prefecture who had top family backgrounds and talents and could provide him with soft rice (financial support). They were somewhat tasteless, but now it’s better, having gathered a dozen fairies into his fold, he’d have enough ’soft rice’ for some time."

Having said that, Zhao Rong snorted coldly and turned his head, "Mr. Zhu, does our junior brother sound reasonable to you?"

Zhu Weirui looked at his indignant expression, lightly nodding her head, "Indeed, it is unreasonable. Mr. Zhao should not flaunt such things in public."

Zhao Rong choked, hoping you would join him in denouncing the scoundrel, but where has your focus gone, sister?

Zhao Rong turned serious and addressed Zhu Weirui righteously:

"Is this really about showing off? In our Confucian society, it might be acceptable for a man to have three wives and four concubines, but our junior brother, being a full-grown man, shamelessly lives off women and takes pride in it. He talks about wanting to provide these women a warm home, a shelter from the storm, and is even smug about offering more women this sanctuary in the future. I, Lin Wenruo, find our junior brother’s conduct utterly disgraceful!"

After speaking, he stared at Zhu Weirui and asked sternly: "So, our junior brother is really not the great man you thought he was, Mr. Zhu. You must have seen his writing; Ziyu’s writing is indeed beautiful and we all love it, but judging a person by their writing can be misleading."

Zhao Rong scrutinized those almond-shaped eyes with a serious tone, "Mr. Zhu, what do you think? Am I right?"

Zhu Weirui turned her head, gazing into Zhao Rong’s eyes, and fell silent as his words sank in.

For a moment, the air was incredibly still.

The two walked shoulder to shoulder along the floral path, drawing ever closer to Lanzhou Crossing.

Zhao Rong’s expression remained stern, yet his heart fluttered slightly with doubt. Could it still be futile? How curious. Is the towering image I hold in your heart so hard to shatter?

Just as Zhao Rong was internally grumbling, Zhu Weirui nodded slightly and softly spoke,

"What you said is absolutely true."

Zhao Rong’s heart slightly relaxed; finally, he thought, I’ve swayed you back.

Well, next time, I just need to add fuel to the fire by writing a few passionate letters to Mr. Zhu. The more affectionate, the better. She will surely feel offended. Coupled with the seeds of prejudice I’ve just sown, Mr. Zhu should avoid me from now on. Perhaps then I can attend the classes normally.

Thinking this, Zhao Rong discreetly nodded, then coughed twice and said, "Actually, I mentioned all this just to help you understand Ziyu a bit more, cough cough. After all, he is also a student of Shuaixing Hall and will be your student in the future. Knowing him better would facilitate your teacher-student relationship."

Zhu Weirui pursed her lips and smiled softly, "Hmm."

At this moment, they were very close to Lanzhou Crossing. Zhao Rong slightly raised his eyes and could see the Fenglin trees and river in front of them.

Zhao Rong slowly stopped, turned his head and smiled, "Mr. Zhu, if you walk straight through the Fenglin ahead for about one hundred and twenty steps, you will see an exit, and there will be an open space—it’s Lanzhou Crossing. It’s getting late, so I shall take my leave now."

With that, he bowed slightly and with a soft smile, turned to leave.

Having turned his back, Zhao Rong’s expression relaxed, and he lifted his hand to rub his face. Just then, a clear voice called out from behind him.

"Mr. Zhao, aren’t you attending class?"

Zhao Rong paused mid-step, his raised hand dropping back down, and turned around slowly.

There he saw a woman in a Confucian robe, hands clasped behind her back, her bright eyes unblinkingly fixed on him, her smile enchanting.