My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 509 - 339 Soft Rice, Hard to Eat Zhao Ziyu, Integrity of Gu Yiwu_2

Chapter 509: Chapter 339 Soft Rice, Hard to Eat Zhao Ziyu, Integrity of Gu Yiwu_2

Zhao Qian’er naturally nodded her little head. "Isn’t that obvious?" she seemed to say.

Zhao Rong’s stern face relaxed as he turned and smiled. "Uncle Li Bai, I did indeed forget to bring something. When I was young and reckless, I didn’t realize the finer points in life... no, that’s not right. I didn’t know what the most important thing was."

Zhao Rong looked around him.

His gaze swept over Qing Jun, who couldn’t help but watch him, Zhao Kun with his serious expression, Qian’er curling his hair with her little fingers, and Li Bai, who had always loved to spar with him. Something seemed different, yet everything seemed unchanged.

Finally, Zhao Rong’s eyes settled on Lingfei, and the couple looked at each other.

He nodded earnestly, "From childhood to adulthood... the most important thing has never changed, it’s right here, so I came back. Uncle Li Bai, I owe you a jug of wine."

Zhao Rong spoke with sincerity.

The atmosphere in the hall quieted for a moment.

The next second.

Smack—!

Li Bai patted Zhao Rong on the head and teased, "You rascal, stirring up emotions so early in the morning. Weren’t the sweet nothings you whispered to the young lady last night enough? Too much, too much."

Zhao Rong rubbed his head, turned around, and gave Li Bai a look that said ’you’re truly a master, even knowing about my pillow talk from last night.’

Zhao Qian’er glared with her peach blossom eyes and punched Li Bai with puffed cheeks.

The little girl yelled, "Stinky Li Bai, if you bully Brother Rong’er again!"

Li Bai’s eyelid twitched. Clutching his sword, he turned and ran.

Zhao Qian’er pouted, her small hands grabbed a comb like it was a dagger, and she chased after him with her short legs, determined as if she would pursue him to the ends of the earth.

Lingfei, upon hearing Li Bai’s words, seemed to recall the events of the previous night, and instinctively swallowed, her lips pursed.

At that moment, with a slight blush on her cheeks and watching Qian’er and Li Bai frolic away, she shook her head. "Two jesters," she muttered.

Looking at her husband, she paused, then sighed, feeling she was missing one more, and thought, "Ah, the three of them have come together again, and now they’re all heading down the mountain together. There’s sure to be a commotion ahead."

Back at the Duke Mansion in Great Chu, it used to be like this: Li Bai, always acting like an adult, loved to spar and tease with the still-childish Brother Rong’er and Qian’er. Uncle Li Bai liked to trick Brother Rong’er into buying him wine, and later on, Rong’er would occasionally mix strange things into the liquor or water it down. The two of them would spar back and forth this way...

However, Lingfei was not particularly worried about the trio’s journey to Great Li together this time.

Zhao Rong looked outside and sighed, "Ah, why is Li Bai still acting like a child?"

Lingfei glanced at him with playful disapproval.

Zhao Rong smiled.

Lingfei then got up and walked behind Zhao Rong, taking over Qian’er’s task, her skillful hands gathering his hair.

The pale gold dawn light streamed through the skylight, casting a glow on her profile. Lingfei’s demeanor was aloof, radiating an untouchable grace, yet the teardrop mole beneath her left eye was endearingly charming.

She focused on her task, binding her husband’s hair and placing the crown, while her jade lips parted slightly to begin reminding Zhao Rong of things to be mindful of after descending the mountain.

Zhao Rong, listening to his wife’s sudden chattiness, looked up at the white clouds outside the hall’s skylight, lost in thought.

He nodded occasionally in agreement.

The couple thus coexisted tranquilly, savoring the rare peaceful morning and letting time slip by.

Finally, Lingfei paused and looked down, mentioning the decision to have Li Bai join them and accompany him and Qian’er down the mountain.

Zhao Rong, having heard some of this conversation from outside earlier, pondered for a moment and turned back to look at his wife, who was tenderly arranging his hair.

He nodded gently.

Meanwhile, Zhao Kun stayed still, his eyelids lowered, fixated on the floor.

Before long, the playful Zhao Qian’er and Li Bai finally returned to the hall.

The little girl walked ahead with her hands behind her back, while the swordsman followed with a dull expression, careful not to step ahead of little Qian’er.

Soon, everyone returned to the matter at hand.

Zhao Rong discussed with Qian’er and Li Bai the details of their journey to Great Li and agreed on a time to meet.

Afterwards, seeing that there was nothing left to discuss, Li Bai and Zhao Kun took their leave.

Zhao Rong and his wife exchanged whispered endearments for a while before he too prepared to leave.

Zhao Lingfei also had commitments today, mentioning that she could no longer keep him company.

However, Zhao Qian’er had some free time, and she didn’t want to return to Taiching Prefecture too soon, her eyes flickering with an idea.

The quick-witted girl promptly grabbed Zhao Rong’s hand as he was about to leave, her voice crisp, "Rong’er, where are you going? I’m free today; I can join you."

Zhao Rong still wasn’t used to having her follow him around, especially with a maid by his side.

Moreover, he had not forgotten his duty as a model husband, determined in secret.

Feeling his wife’s gaze at that moment, Zhao Rong withdrew his hand discreetly, his face stern, "Naughty girl, stop making trouble. I have important business to attend to today."

Zhao Qian’er glanced at him sideways, "This morning while embracing me, you called me ’sweetheart,’ and now in front of someone else, I am ’naughty girl’?"

The model husband Zhao Rong, covered in metaphorical black lines, ignored her and hurriedly explained in detail to the arching-eyebrowed Lingfei.

The latter nodded lightly and reached up with her delicate hand to straighten the collar of Zhao Rong’s clothing.

Zhao Qian’er, as if oblivious to the awkward atmosphere between her mistress and master-in-law, tugged again at Zhao Rong’s hand, now relaxed, her tone hopeful:

"Mm-hmm, everything Brother Rong’er said is right, Mistress must believe him. By the way, Brother Rong’er, where are we going to play today?"

Zhao Rong’s eyes widened, glaring at the troublesome Qian’er, he said irritably: "I already told you I have business, wherever it’s cool..."

Suddenly the cunning girl interjected, curiously asking Zhao Lingfei, "Mistress, this morning when I went to wake Brother Rong’er, he mentioned in his sleep he would no longer press your head down, um, what does that mean?"

"???" Zhao Lingfei’s delicate and fair face turned red up to her ears instantly.

Zhao Rong: "......"

Realizing he was under his wife’s possibly murderous gaze, Zhao Rong quickly grabbed Zhao Qian’er’s hand, pulled the curious girl along, and rushed toward the door, leaving behind the words:

"Um... Wife, it’s urgent, I must go now."

Zhao Qian’er, delighted at Zhao Rong holding her hand, tilted her head, "Brother Rong’er, didn’t you just say to go somewhere cool...?"

Zhao Rong, not turning his head back, interrupted: "Wherever it’s cool, I will accompany you there, hurry up."

He rushed out with the crafty girl, escaping the range of his wife’s lethal gaze.

Zhao Qian’er’s peach blossom eyes curved into crescents.

...

An hour later.

In the bustling East City of Du You City, on a busy and crowded street filled with horses and pedestrians.

Standing outside a shop, Zhao Rong occasionally looked up at the sky.

He had just left Qinglian Inn on Wutong Street with Zhao Qian’er, and she had brought him to this ’cool place’... to accompany her shopping.

Zhao Rong was somewhat helpless as Qian’er insisted on purchasing some travel necessities, and he could only comply.

Yet, thinking of the upcoming Ritual Skill exam, how his brother Gu Yiwu and classmates at Justice Hall were intensely preparing for important matters in Great Li, while he was leisurely accompanying a lady shopping, filled him with a sense of guilt. He thought about quickly sending the girl away, then returning to focus on preparing fully for the ceremony.

At this moment, standing outside a shop he found overly fancy, though frequented by many female cultivators, Zhao Rong did not accompany Zhao Qian’er inside.

Turning his head to look inside the shop’s door, he still saw no sign of Zhao Qian’er wanting to come out, and he couldn’t help but shake his head.

Just then, Zhao Rong’s gaze suddenly caught a familiar robust figure across from a shop.

Focusing his eyes on the brawny man, if it wasn’t Gu Yiwu, then who was it?

However, what he saw next made Zhao Rong’s eyes twitch violently.

Gu Yiwu was seen embracing a slender-waisted, beautiful woman as they exited a grand and striking shop across the street, with the steward of the shop respectfully seeing them off at the front door.

The broad-browed, robust man was holding the slender woman, chatting and laughing, his hands conspicuously restless.

Zhao Rong’s face remained expressionless as he quietly stepped back, intending to slip into a shop. But just then, Gu Yiwu said something to the beautiful woman by his side, and as he laughed heartily, he turned his head while still embracing her.

In that instant, Gu Yiwu’s expression froze.

Their eyes met...

The scene was extremely awkward.