My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 405 - 290: A Younger Aunt? Isn’t that Even Better?

Chapter 405: Chapter 290: A Younger Aunt? Isn’t that Even Better?

Calligraphy classes at Shuaixing Hall continued as usual.

Zhao Rong switched to a different teaching method, according to the plan he had set earlier.

He asked the Shuaixing Hall students to stay in the classroom to practice their writing while he provided guidance on the spot.

Zhao Rong had previously noticed that few people seriously read and corrected their work after receiving the painstakingly written comments and corrections on their assignments.

Thus, he decided to supervise them closely.

At this moment.

The hall was extremely quiet, without a single voice to be heard.

Only the sound of grinding inkstones and brushes rubbing against coarse rice paper filled the air intermittently.

All the students were hunched over their desks.

Zhao Rong walked back and forth between the seats, hands clasped behind his back.

He looked around attentively.

Morning sunlight streamed through the skylight at the top of the classroom, casting light upon Zhao Rong as he passed by.

At a certain moment, Zhao Rong suddenly stopped at a desk, standing behind and to the side of the student who was bent over their work.

The student, slender in stature, shuddered slightly as Zhao Rong’s footsteps behind her abruptly ceased, causing her wrist to slash across the paper at an angle.

The black ink bled onto the white rice paper, creating a strangely beautiful scene, yet also spoiling the calligraphy.

Seeing Li Xueyou react like a startled deer, the corner of Zhao Rong’s mouth twitched slightly.

Why so nervous? I’m not going to eat you.

Facing the smudged writing,

Li Xueyou’s shoulders shrank, and her small hand gripping the brush retracted into her chest. Then she began to collect her things in a fluster.

Zhao Rong watched the dimpled girl get busier and more chaotic. He shook his head with a smile, walked up to her desk, and began to help her tidy up.

Li Xueyou clutched her brush, eyes cast downward, and glanced at him, whispering softly, as if she had made a mistake, "Teacher Zhao."

Zhao Rong didn’t turn to look at her, but instead raised his voice gently to the other curious students watching, "It’s fine, continue with your writing."

The classroom returned to the quiet state it had been in just moments ago.

Zhao Rong looked down and continued to help Li Xueyou clean her desk, "Check and see if any got on you."

Li Xueyou looked up at his focused profile.

Then she put down her brush and started checking herself.

The dimpled young lady whispered in a low voice, "No, thank you, Teacher Zhao."

Zhao Rong shook his head, "It’s my fault, I didn’t expect such a big reaction from you. But, Miss Li, why are you so shy? We all know each other well here."

Li Xueyou, looking somewhat embarrassed, lowered her head, but then immediately raised it again, mustering her courage to say,

"It’s because you all like to come up from behind. When a teacher stands behind us and doesn’t leave, we students get very nervous, okay?"

Zhao Rong’s movements paused, and he looked at her sideways, his eyes slightly amused at her earnest, innocent expression, and he inwardly chanted a few mea culpas.

So it was my own issue...

Zhao Rong nodded seriously, "You’re right, Miss Li, I didn’t expect someone of your tender age to have such rich experience, truly a beauty with a wise heart."

Flushed at the compliment, Li Xueyou barely opened her lips, "There’s nothing commendable about that."

Zhao Rong chuckled, finished tidying her desk for her, clapped his hands clean, and prepared to leave.

Li Xueyou suddenly said, "Teacher Zhao, I’m, I’m sorry."

Zhao Rong was curious, "What is there to be sorry for?"

Li Xueyou looked up at him.

"I’m apologizing on behalf of Duyi. He’s just like that, a bit cold and distant towards strangers. His intrusion this morning was a bit rude, but he did it because he cares about me. Teacher Zhao, actually Duyi is a really good person."

Zhao Rong patiently listened to the shy young lady finish speaking, then after a thought, he nodded.

He replied with a carefree smile, "No problem, I can understand. If I saw someone I care about possibly being bullied, I might react even more excessively than he did..."

As Zhao Rong was speaking fluently, Li Xueyou’s expression suddenly froze as she caught a certain phrase.

She widened her eyes, interrupting him quickly, "Wait, Teacher Zhao, what do you mean ’someone I care about being bullied’?"

Zhao Rong stopped talking.

Li Xueyou didn’t wait for his response, rushing to speak again, her tone somewhat incredulous.

"Duyi doesn’t like me like that, and, just the same, I only think of him as a brother. Duyi... he likes my sister!"

"Hmm?" Zhao Rong blinked.

Li Xueyou tilted her head back.

The two stared at each other, one with big eyes and the other with small eyes.

Zhao Rong pondered for a moment and then slowly nodded, "I see."

He cleared his throat, "So you’re saying, you’re my little aunt?"

"Mhm, mhm," Li Xueyou lifted up her chin, her tone uncharacteristically carrying a trace of pride.

"If you want to marry my sister, you’ll have to pass my test. My word counts even more than my father’s, my sister doesn’t listen to him, only to me."

Zhao Rong thought for a while, took in a breath of cold air, and suddenly said:

"So it’s like this, you’re the little aunt... Isn’t that even better!"

Li Xueyou: "???"

In front of the table, the dimpled little girl stood dumbfounded.

Zhao Rong frowned, "I mean, with Miss Li’s talent and beauty, you could find another Reading Seed as your husband. This way, with two Reading Seeds by your side, you could walk sideways in the Academy. Ah, your mind wandered off."

"..."

Li Xueyou took a moment to recover, then quickly averted her gaze, looking away...

Some time later, just after Zhao Rong left with a smile.

The dimpled little girl hung her head and murmured softly.

"I... I’m just an ordinary person, where can I find such an ideal husband."

But no one heard her.

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The lady in purple who, when silent, bore the demeanor of early spring’s sudden chill in March, and when smiling, resembled the flourishing beauty of April in the human world, had left.

She went in search of her husband.

This enchanting lady in purple, murmuring with shadows in her eyes and concern in her brows, had a husband named Zhao Ziyu.

At this very moment on the lakeside corridor.

Yang Wuwei and Sima Duyi stood to the side, silent on both ends of the corridor, casting glances back at the retreating figure of the lady in purple with her icy demeanor.

She was going in the direction they had just come from.

Sima Duyi was speechlessly stunned.

Yang Wuwei’s lips held a smile, his eyes closed slightly, showing a hint of appreciation.

"There is a beauty up north, peerless and unique, one smile topples cities, another smile topples nations."

As soon as he finished speaking, he sighed and shook his head.

"Zhao Ziyu is truly fortunate to have such a lady for a wife, how captivating, how captivating... Oh no, if I were Brother Ziyu, I wouldn’t be willing to do the tedious work in the eastern chamber of the seventh floor of the Academy. It’s all effort with no appreciation, surrounded by old stick-in-the-muds, I wouldn’t go to Youlan Prefecture even if they begged me..."

"It’s just regrettable that I have none."

Yang Wuwei talked to himself, and upon finishing, he smiled carefreely, tossing his scholarly scarf behind him.

Sima Duyi acted as if he hadn’t heard the refined young man speak.

Engrossed in his own world, he gazed at the striking purple robe in silence.

Yang Wuwei wasn’t annoyed, his expression as usual, continuing to talk to himself.

"However, this Miss Zhao seems to be having some minor issues with her cultivation, hmm, there have been rumors before, and it turned out to be true, it matches up perfectly. Just don’t know whether it’s Heart Lake or Dantian that’s problematic, the former seems to be more troublesome... Eh, both could come in handy."

Suddenly his eyes lit up, as if he thought of some solution, and his smile widened even more. He glanced in the direction of Shuaixing Hall, where Zhao Rong was.

The elegant young man’s expression seemed to have come to some determination.

Sima Duyi paid no attention to his companion, instead slowly lowered his head and took out a purple volume of the Confucian Classics from his sleeve.

The cool-eyed young man flipped through a few pages, then stopped abruptly.

He looked at the newly added verses on the page and chuckled softly.

Who says love cannot become scripture, it’s just that the depth has not yet been reached.

He too, had a ’scripture’ to send to her now.

At this moment, on the lakeside corridor.

A refined young man practically chattering non-stop to himself as if he couldn’t stop talking.

A silent young man quietly flipping through his book as if he were deaf and mute.

Two Reading Seeds from Linlu Academy with different styles, standing together, formed a strange combination. Yet, they appeared surprisingly well-matched, with no sense of discord...