My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 408 - 293 Are You Going to Elope with Me?

Chapter 408: Chapter 293 Are You Going to Elope with Me?

The next second, worried about being noticed by that person, Zhao Rong quickly turned his head away.

Yet, the familiar purple silhouette remained etched in his mind, refusing to fade away.

The ethereal halo of her light purple gown, her graceful familiar figure, attracting the side glances of those around with her aura... if not Qing Jun in her distinctively pure purple attire, then who?

Zhao Rong faced forward, looking straight ahead, but his eyes stealthily glanced right.

At the edge of his field of vision, the purple figure drew nearer.

Qing Jun was walking along a road to the right, heading towards this bustling intersection.

However, Zhao Rong noticed that she seemed unaware of him. Up until now, there was no sign of her turning her head in Zhao Rong’s direction.

But if they continued walking without stopping, they would get closer and closer.

With Qing Jun’s vigilance and vision, she would definitely see him once they were close enough.

It was thanks to her striking purple gown that he could spot Qing Jun from a great distance!

Some ’good daughter’ indeed; she came in handy at the crucial moment...

As the thought emerged, time quickly passed.

With this in mind, Zhao Rong quickly stopped and turned around.

He walked a few steps to the side of the road and used the trees to temporarily block their direct line of sight.

A hesitation flashed across Zhao Rong’s expression.

In his heart, he wavered between ’waiting here for the right moment’ and ’returning the way he came’.

The road that Qing Jun was on led to Nanxuan Academy.

Yet, she was walking towards this intersection with her back to Nanxuan Academy.

The direction Qing Jun would take next was a critical choice for him, and it could have unpredictable consequences.

The road where Zhao Rong stood now was the necessary path to Mochi Academy.

Zhao Rong couldn’t help but frown.

Hadn’t Qing Jun taken the key earlier and returned to East Fence Small House to wait in his room?

Why was she here?

Where was she going?

Could it be that she couldn’t stand the boredom of waiting and was going to find me at Mochi Academy?

Very likely!

That was very bad news, because then Qing Jun would definitely turn towards the road where Zhao Rong was currently waiting!

So, should he stay, or should he go?

If he continued to hide here,

And if Qing Jun went back to Shuaixing Hall and found him missing, and then asked the students there, what would he do?

And if he hurried back the way he came now, what about little sister?

Zhao Rong was silent for a moment.

He lifted his eyelids and darted into the roadside shade.

He hid.

He decided to stay.

As for the showdown... death would come if it had to come.

But he couldn’t keep little sister waiting too long; he had already come this far, he had to see her.

Because if little sister had some urgent matter to find him for, he couldn’t delay it, not even for a one-in-a-million chance; Zhao Rong couldn’t afford that risk!

It was settled.

Zhao Rong hid on one side of the path, under the trees where the yellow leaves had not fallen extensively.

With his decision made, he completely calmed down and stopped hesitating.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips and, without blinking, stared through the gaps in the dried yellow leaves at the inevitable path leading to Mochi Academy.

In his mind, he repeatedly visualized that sweeps of purple gown fluttering by.

But...

He waited silently for quite some time.

Only unrelated pedestrians passed by, and that sweep of purple did not arrive!

Zhao Rong remained unyielding, patiently waiting a little longer.

Suddenly, he slowly exhaled, left the concealed shade, and ignored the strange looks from passersby.

Zhao Rong walked a few more steps forward, regaining a broad field of view.

His gaze swept back and forth several times at the still bustling intersection.

There was no sign of Qing Jun in her purple gown.

Had she not left East Fence Small House to find him at the academy?

Zhao Rong frowned.

Where had Qing Jun gone?

He shook his head, there was no time to ponder.

He moved his feet, taking advantage of Qing Jun’s absence, and hurried towards the main gate of the academy not far away, where the girl was looking for him.

Zhao Rong was all eyes and ears along the way, extremely cautious.

Eventually, he arrived at the main gate of the academy without any close calls.

There was no sudden encounter with Qing Jun or a ’return fire’ incident.

Zhao Rong heaved another sigh.

Meeting his ’good friend,’ the small fox under the watchful eyes of his own family’s white tiger was truly nerve-racking...

In an instant, his expression became solemn again, still not daring to relax in the slightest.

Zhao Rong, with a vigilant look, again scanned the surrounding area and the crowded main gate.

He immediately climbed the steps to the front of the large gate.

He furrowed his brows and looked outside the door, searching for someone’s figure.

The next second, his gaze fixed.

At the gatehouse on the right side of the door, in the waiting area, stood four or five figures, but at first glance, they all appeared to be men.

However, with Zhao Rong’s keen experience, a closer look revealed among these men, a thin and delicate figure facing away from Zhao Rong was unusual. His slender, clear neck visible from his bound hair and his silhouette, slim at the waist, was clearly in men’s disguise.

Zhao Rong’s gaze locked onto the petite and charming figure of little sister.

He slightly relaxed, and a smile flickered across his lips as if remembering something.

But soon, the curve of his mouth fell, and he looked around, scanning the outside of the academy’s main gate with eagle-sized caution.

There was nothing unusual.

Zhao Rong’s expression remained intensely serious; past lessons taught him never to let his guard down.

It wasn’t wise to linger here, still within the possible range where Qing Jun might appear.

Immediately, Zhao Rong strode forward to the waiting area in front of the gatehouse, targeting the silly girl who appeared to be looking expectantly at a distant street corner from behind.

He emerged from behind, grasped her soft, boneless hand that often worked on needlework for him without a word, and pulling the foolish girl, he swiftly walked towards a far street corner without looking back.

Not lingering outside the Academy any longer, they refrained from entering because no mountain harbors two tigers.

Zhao Rong walked ahead, pulling her along without turning back, vigilantly observing the surroundings.

The sudden ambush by Zhao Rong that emerged from behind initially seemed to freeze her in place, but after a few steps, her small hand slightly tightened, though soon, recognizing it was Zhao Rong, she willingly let him lead. No longer passive, she quickened her pace to keep up with the long strides of Zhao Rong.

Even the small hand he imperiously grasped quietly squeezed Zhao Rong’s palm, awkwardly trying several positions to interlock fingers until her tender hand comfortably clasped his large one.

Two hands, one large and one small, fingers interlocked.

Zhao Rong, leading the way and alert to his surroundings, felt the girl’s initiative behind him and instinctively squeezed her hand in response.

That squeeze continuously communicated a soft, slippery sensation; her hand was soft and seemingly boneless.

However, amid that gentle touch, there was also a bit of hardness—calluses on her hands.

Zhao Rong, with his mind taut, didn’t dwell much on the feel of her hand, but the calluses on the girl’s hands still distracted him with concern.

After Zhao Rong squeezed her hand, she paused her motion and then, as if responding, squeezed back. The two of them played an intimate game.

But Zhao Rong had no inclination to play with the girl behind him, so he didn’t respond again. However, she seemed to enjoy this interaction, occasionally gently squeezing him, reveling in the act.

Thus, with their fingers tightly clasped, passersby glanced sideways at them, looking at this odd pair of... ah, male and female.

Zhao Rong noticed many passersby’s eyes falling on the tomboyish girl behind him.

However, Zhao Rong didn’t care and kept moving straight ahead, leading her away from Linlu Academy, heading towards the corner of the street she had just been looking at.

He planned to find a pub to talk.

Finally, the duo turned the corner of the street far from Linlu Academy; not far ahead, there was a bustling pub.

They approached the pub, and finally, their steps slowed.

Zhao Rong then sighed in relief.

"Silly girl..."

With his free hand, he wiped off his sweat, laughing as he turned back to check if little Qian’er had lost weight.

Just then.

"Zhao... Zhao Rong?"

A familiar, cool female voice suddenly spoke from up ahead.

The young Confucian Scholar, catching sweat with one hand and leading the girl with the other, stiffened.

He looked straight ahead, breaking into a cold sweat!

"Qing Jun!?"

He blurted out.

There was Zhao Lingfei standing at the bustling pub’s entrance, one hand holding a liquor flask and the other holding a food box.

At first, her mouth gaped slightly in shock, her beautiful face expressing surprise.

Then, her long, graceful eyes shifted from the wide-eyed Zhao Rong’s face down.

Down, down.

Falling onto the hands of Zhao Rong and his companion, tightly clasped together.

Then, Zhao Lingfei’s cool gaze followed the delicate arm of the girl behind Zhao Rong upwards.

Up, up.

Finally, her eyes rested on the girl’s face.

"Qing... Qing Jun."

Zhao Rong called out again, dumbstruck.

Zhao Lingfei didn’t glance at him nor did she respond.

The cool woman’s eyes narrowed, fixated on the smile of the girl holding her husband’s hand.

Zhao Lingfei’s lips pursed.

Zhao Rong’s breathing hitched, his eyes widened, unable to think about wiping any sweat.

One hand raised to wipe sweat, found nowhere to rest.

Another, holding small Qian’er’s hand, quickly let go.

But before letting go, he clenched his teeth and pulled little Qian’er behind him, taking a forceful step forward simultaneously.

Zhao Rong gritted his teeth tensely, his cheeks trembling as he hid ’little’ behind him.

He blocked Qing Jun’s unflinching gaze.

Their eyes met.

Zhao Lingfei looked straight into Zhao Rong’s eyes.

Zhao Rong took a deep breath, his gaze openly meeting Qing Jun’s, his voice slightly hoarse.

"She, she is little Qian’er..."

At that moment, Zhao Rong’s right hand, still behind his back preparing to pull away, was tenaciously grabbed by the girl.

Their fingers interlocked again.

She squeezed Zhao Rong’s large hand firmly, pausing his words.

Simultaneously.

The girl, feeling warm and joyful behind Zhao Rong’s mountain-like back, stepped forward.

Her feet together, she jumped forward.

She hopped to Zhao Rong’s right side, and in front of Zhao Lingfei, she tightly embraced his arm into hers.

Paying no mind to a certain woman’s glaring eyes, she turned to look at Zhao Rong’s slightly stunned profile.

Her head tilted up, her smile radiant, her tone playful and cute.

"Zhao Rong, are you planning to elope with me?"

"???"

Zhao Rong froze, Zhao Rong? Wait, that voice!

He sharply turned his head.

And was instantly shocked!

There before him, a girl dressed as a boy.

Round cheeks, a delicate chin.

Eyes shaped like crescent moons, smiling to reveal two little canine teeth.

Her eyes at that moment reflected only him.

Was it not Zhao Qian’er?

Zhao Qian’er glanced disdainfully at the lady who enjoyed exclusivity, then tilting her head, swung Zhao Rong’s arm playfully and cheerfully said:

"Zhao Rong, Zhao Rong, let’s not have a mistress anymore; let’s just live together, the two of us!"

Zhao Lingfei: "???"

Zhao Rong: "..."

Zhao Lingfei bit her lip, her long eyes slightly squinted, staring at the pair of live treasures before her.

At the same time, they were also the two people closest to her in this life.