My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 457 - 314 Unknown Assessment, Strict Defense_3

Chapter 457: Chapter 314 Unknown Assessment, Strict Defense_3

Zhao Rong had also heard that there was a small booklet at the Mountain Master’s place, specifically keeping track of ’accounts’.

So, the little notebook Meng Zhengjun used to tattle was like a reference, and in the end, it would be placed on the Mountain Master’s desk for his reference?

Hmm, so this young master’s name was recorded last time, and it had caught the eye of some strange Mountain Master?

Speaking of which, can a son-in-law get some extra points? I heard it’s the first time in a thousand years for the Academy.

Unlocking a new achievement or something.

A few extra points wouldn’t be too much to ask, right, Mountain Master?

Zhao Rong thought about it and shared this ’not too much’ thought with the lethargic Gu Yiwu, who immediately perked up and agreed with a smile.

Indeed.

Where is there absolute pain or happiness?

It’s all relative.

...

After parting with Gu Yiwu, Zhao Rong pondered slightly and headed towards the southeastern corner of the Academy.

A quarter of an hour later, he arrived at the door of Yilan Pavilion.

The grand examination is just days away, likely to be busy, especially the first part, the time-consuming Ritual Skill test.

Zhao Rong always tended to assume the worst in others.

Considering the list for the exam in Great Li that Meng Zhengjun had drawn up, Zhao Rong, using his little brain, thought the name Zhao Ziyu had a high chance of appearing on it.

Maybe ’at least one person’ referred to him alone.

Of course, it wasn’t certain, but although Zhao Rong liked to gamble, he would never rely on the kindness and generosity of others.

He gave up wishful thinking and prepared for the worst.

In the next two days, he would take care of some things...

Standing at the door, Zhao Rong heard some noises from inside the courtyard.

He listened for a moment and it seemed like the muttering of a blue-clothed young girl.

"...and Little Lan... little Lan..."

This usually spoiled and vengeful little blueclothed spirit seemed quite patient with her orchids.

But lately, the way she looked at him was as if guarding against a thief.

And what the heck was that timidity in her big, black eyes?

Why did it feel like she was looking at Zhao Rong as if he was a potential stepfather ready to scold?

Zhao Rong blinked; he had no intention of eavesdropping through the door and simply knocked.

Knock Knock Knock—!

The noise inside suddenly ceased, leaving silence.

Zhao Rong thought for a moment, then raised his hand again.

Knock Knock Knock—!

Still no sound.

Zhao Rong called out, "Hello, is Jingzi there? I am Zhao Ziyu, looking for your Teacher."

Hurried footsteps came from inside.

Jingzi’s voice followed, "Yes, yes, just a moment."

"Okay, sure."

Zhao Rong quietly waited.

What he didn’t expect was that this wait would last as long as an incense stick.

Jingzi was playing for time inside, endlessly delaying opening the door.

She’d say she just finished digging and needed to wash her hands; she would open the door soon.

Saying the door would be opened soon; it wouldn’t be long.

Or, "Oh no, I fell down, don’t worry, I just got my hands dirty again, I’ll go wash..."

Zhao Rong was getting moldy waiting outside.

He even began to suspect whether Zhu Yourong was ’unrestrained’ inside, perhaps not wearing her bust restraint, and this girl was buying time for her to bind up...

But then, he heard the footsteps of a master and servant approaching.

"Brother Zhao."

The calm voice of Yu Huaijin came from behind.

Zhao Rong twitched the corner of his mouth, realizing a bit of what was going on.

The next second.

Screech—

The courtyard door suddenly cracked open slightly, and a small head with a blue Attendant Student cap peeked through the gap, stealthily surveying the outside.

"Sister Yu, Sister Bi Fang."

Jingzi, seeing her saviors, let out a sigh of relief.

However, sensing someone’s speechless gaze, she quickly adjusted her expression, pushed the door fully open, dusted off her tiny hands, and seriously said:

"Umm, I’m done washing."

Well done, keeping a tight guard.

Zhao Rong was left speechless, with a head full of black lines.