My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 552 - 358 Aloof Fairy Su Qingdai, Zhao Ziyu Playing Dumb to Catch the Clever?_2

Chapter 552: Chapter 358 Aloof Fairy Su Qingdai, Zhao Ziyu Playing Dumb to Catch the Clever?_2

Li Territory is renowned for producing tall and slender beauties, and this cold and lofty fairy who just passed by, even if measured against Li Territory standards, must be considered among the highest grade, right?

Moreover, the key lies in temperament and personality.

In this world, no matter how beautiful a woman might be, or how perfect her figure, once a certain level of aesthetic appeal is reached, they almost seem similar.

This only applies to mainstream beauty standards, though of course, there are individual tastes.

Some prefer slim elegance, others full-figured charm; each has its appeal.

But generally speaking, at the extreme pinnacle of beauty, there’s a convergence towards sameness.

At that point, one must look for other distinguishing features.

That’s why temperament and personality can bring about different nuances and experiences in perception.

Hmm, for some men, a woman’s varying social status—whether high or low, distant or near—can also provide a different kind of allure and excitement.

Just like the finest wines in the world, all meant to drown sorrows, yet each with its own unique flavor.

And the deeper and more rare the wine is hidden, the more it tempts people to seek it out.

But this high and cold fairy who just happened to pass by...

At this moment, Zhao Rong glanced at the receding backs of the strangers and withdrew his gaze.

He suddenly furrowed his brows in thought—why did he find the fairy’s temperament somewhat familiar?

Oh, that’s right, Qing Jun is also tall and handsome with a cold demeanor, prideful to the bone.

However, these are merely the facade and attitude she shows to outsiders.

To him, her husband, Qing Jun naturally assumes a different demeanor and charm.

The clumsiness of a poor student, the jealousy of a little wife, and other sides of her are all experienced by him alone.

Because Zhao Rong and she are intimately connected and within reach of each other, he has hardly ever felt that she was too aloof or unapproachable.

Qinglian is a flower that should just be admired from afar and not desecrated? Uh, its seeds actually taste pretty good, sweet and soft...

Yet, Qing Jun, as seen in the eyes of others, probably doesn’t appear the same, lacking the familiarity he has come to take for granted.

So, is this young master looking at his wife from a different perspective?

Zhao Rong, having recognized some aspects of Qing Jun in Su Qingdai, shook his head.

A crisp voice echoed in his ear.

"Oh, so proud, huh? Do you think you’re pure as ice and clean as jade, just like a Goddess of the Nine Heavens, beyond the touch of any man? Got your ponytail flipped up to the sky?"

In Zhao Rong’s arms, Qian’er half-closed her eyes, watching in the direction Su Qingdai and the others had left, and spoke indifferently.

Zhao Rong and Li Bai exchanged a glance but said nothing.

The little girl tilted her head and then praised:

"Hmm, Rong’er brother, even Miss isn’t as haughty as her. Looks like she’s even more formidable than Miss. But how come I’ve never seen this impressive fairy in Taiching Prefecture? Had I known, I would have asked her name earlier to see if she could take our breath away."

Please, don’t take any more breath; otherwise, the Xuanhuang Realm is going to warm up.

Zhao Rong internally commented with a touch of sarcasm, silently taking her hand and continuing on their journey.

As if nothing had happened just now.

Qian’er’s mouth quirked up on one side, and she withdrew her gaze.

She looked at Zhao Rong and nodded her little head with certainty in her tone.

"Mm-mm, okay then, perhaps Taiching Prefecture can’t contain her. Who would have thought that this little Nanxing County in Great Li would have hidden dragons and crouching tigers? I guess I, a simple maid, lack experience. It’s just that I wonder whether this goddess-like fairy, when it comes to fighting, or the reinforcements she calls, would live up to her lofty demeanor."

Zhao Rong still didn’t join the conversation.

But with a thought, he knew that even without the recent incident of stepping aside and the slight disadvantage in their interaction, Qian’er most certainly wouldn’t like this aloof fairy.

Not for any other reason, but because the woman bore some resemblance to Qing Jun.

In the little girl’s eyes, her Miss should be singular in both heaven and earth.

No matter how cold and lofty she could be, it was never too much; no man in this world was worthy of her, cough, of course, he was the exception...

Zhao Rong thought confidently, without an ounce of guilt.

So now, confronted with another woman similar to his Miss and even more cold and lofty.

How could Qian’er possibly see her with friendly eyes?

Uh, on what basis are you being so proud? Do you want Rong’er brother and me to make way for you?

Moreover, Qing Jun’s cold loftiness stems from her introverted personality and having to independently take on the world from a young age, so she subconsciously keeps others at a great distance, using indifference as her shield.

Furthermore, Qing Jun’s handsome features with hints of coldness naturally give off a distant aura.

But regarding that high and cold fairy from just now... it remains unknown.

Although Qian’er might be a bit biased, it’s a bias only towards those close to her.

Zhao Rong finds the chattering, dissatisfied little face somewhat endearing.

He couldn’t help but raise his hand, touched Qian’er’s head, hmm, and gave it a good rub.

"Rong’er brother, let go, you... what are you doing, stop rubbing it; I still have to meet your classmates later. You’ve made my hair messy, how am I supposed to face people now? Smelly Rong’er brother."

The little girl wrinkled her nose and pouted.

Seeing that she seemed to have moved past what had just happened, Zhao Rong smiled like the first warm breeze of spring, took her hand, and strode forward.

However, after the three of them walked a bit, Qian’er seemed unwilling to drop the matter entirely.

Leading the way, she suddenly turned back, scrutinizing Zhao Rong’s expression with knitted brows and a slightly complaining tone.

"Rong’er brother, why did you hug and stop me from moving just now? And kept covering my mouth?"

"Actually, I don’t care if that ’cold fairy’ flips her ponytail or whatever, as long as you aren’t upset. But that flamboyantly dressed maid, what kind of ridiculous creature is she? Where does she get the confidence to look around disrespectfully, especially at you?"