My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 383 - 279 Hey Zhu Yourong, You’re Squishing Me (Thanks for the tickets, brothers!!!)

Chapter 383: Chapter 279 Hey Zhu Yourong, You’re Squishing Me (Thanks for the tickets, brothers!!!)

"Hey, Zhu Yourong."

The voice of a certain individual suddenly broke the silence.

"Hmm, what is it?"

At the window, the woman turned her head back.

"Well, actually I think... you shouldn’t leave so early," Zhao Rong sighed and shook his head, "Wait until the Confucian Temple issues the Jade, along with the title of a gentleman. Wouldn’t it be better if you took it in your hands and then stormed off?"

Zhu Yourong was startled. She had always been a good student since she was young, and had never thought of such sly tricks at that time.

She thought for a moment, "This, this doesn’t seem proper."

Zhao Rong waved his hand grandly, continuing to impart the experience of ’only a fool would not take advantage of a good deal’.

"What’s there to be embarrassed about? You look quite big... cough... I mean, you still look very young, with the innocence of a young lady. Your skin is too thin. If it were me, I would wait obediently for a few more days as a good student. After I got hold of the Jade and the title of a gentleman that’s recognized everywhere, I could do whatever I want..."

He spoke quickly, and although he let some words slip at the beginning, he smoothly diverted back to the topic before a certain Confucian-robed woman could give him a glaring look. He then earnestly taught the once in many ways compliant girl in front of him how to ’not be good’.

Zhu Yourong frowned and appeared thoughtful, then shook her head gently, "Ziyu, I... don’t want to owe them too much."

"Ah."

Zhao Rong sighed softly, put down the brush, and reached out to snatch the study notes that Zhu Yourong was holding in her hands, which he had worked on all night.

He rolled them into a cylinder and gently tapped it against her forehead.

"So foolish... fool, let me tell you, this might indeed be because you revealed your cards too early. The timing wasn’t right. Zhu Yourong, think about it..."

His voice paused slightly, then he continued seriously:

"Once you take over the Jade and the name of a gentleman is widely promoted, known far and wide, then you can wave your sleeves and refuse to be involved, lay down everything within the Confucian circles, and travel around to write calligraphy. What do you think the reaction of those old men in the Confucian Temple would be, hmm? Of course, they would feel as uncomfortable as if they had swallowed a fly. It’s unavoidable, but they would have to grimace and accept it. After all, they can’t rush at you en masse, puffing out their beards and glaring to drag you back, can they?"

Zhao Rong tapped the forehead of this headstrong woman before him, who was ready to leave on a whim, and shook his head speechlessly.

"You haven’t committed any great betrayal against the Confucians; you’re just taking a less traveled path. You haven’t stolen, robbed, or deceived; you’ve only... suddenly become willful and decided you don’t want to do it. They can’t lay a finger on you; at most, they can privately scold you as an unteachable girl."

"Moreover, considering that you’re already established as a gentleman—a once-in-a-millennium female gentleman, no less, and held up as a model, showing our Confucian policy of education for all, that women too can study Confucianism—they might even avoid the embarrassment of inconsistency..."

Zhu Yourong listened quietly, and at that moment, she looked up at Zhao Rong.

Under his gaze, she nodded slightly.

Zhao Rong tugged at the corner of his mouth, somewhat speechlessly:

"They might just acknowledge it as a given, and even turn around to endorse you, saying something like you’re just like the Supreme Sage who, despite millions opposing, still goes his own way. Then, it will just be another exemplary tale, and you can do whatever you want... But look where we are now."

He looked around the quiet study and said sincerely, "Zhu Yourong, you really are foolish."

Zhao Rong was once again struggling to restrain his hands. If his Qing Jun or Little Little dared to do something this foolish, he wouldn’t just be tapping their heads with scrolls...

Zhu Yourong didn’t dodge Zhao Rong’s reaching hand and allowed her clean forehead to be tapped twice.

At this moment, her bright eyes slightly lowered as she looked up and scrutinized Zhao Rong.

On her peaceful and elegant face with its hint of a smile, there wasn’t a trace of annoyance.

Zhu Yourong listened quietly, watching him, and when he finished speaking, she opened her mouth calmly.

"Hmm, it does seem like a pity."

Her expression remained calm despite her words.

Zhao Rong watched this scene and instantly felt frustrated.

He opened his mouth to speak, but the Confucian-robed woman in front of him suddenly interrupted him.

"...It would have been nice if I had met Ziyu earlier."

The tone of Zhu Yourong’s voice seemed to rise a bit, her stationary gaze fixed on Zhao Rong, with an expression that seemed to carry a hint of... small flattery?

Zhao Rong looked at her for a few moments, then swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

Zhu Yourong stared at him with a serious look in her eyes and said, "The truth is, I didn’t want to stay under those scrutinizing eyes at all. Isn’t it quite nice the way it is now? And besides, I’ve met Ziyu."

"And to do something I clearly dislike for the sake of some benefits, to endure it against my will."

She shook her head, "I don’t want that."

Zhao Rong’s eyebrows raised. If that was her reasoning, then he could very much understand the feelings of the woman before him.

Because he felt empathy, coming from the ’fear’ of being dominated by calligraphy classes...

"If that’s the case, then I really understand you."

Zhao Rong nodded emphatically.

Zhu Yourong blinked at him.

Their eyes met.

No words needed.

Before long, Zhao Rong and Zhu Yourong returned to the table and began their ’calligraphy class’ once more.

"Zhu Yourong, come closer, I’ll explain to you. Pay attention to my brushwork later," Zhao Rong said, ready to begin.

The latter nodded lightly and stepped forward.

The conversation they had just now seemed to have brought them closer, so Zhu Yourong didn’t feel too reserved.

Zhao Rong, without much caution, leaned in close to her, focusing on the brush and paper.

They were so near that they could feel each other’s breath.

Zhao Rong then explained in detail the characters Zhu Yourong had asked about earlier, Dismantling and meticulously dissecting them.