My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 559 - 360 The Strange Use of the Pure White Cold Palace_3

Chapter 559: Chapter 360 The Strange Use of the Pure White Cold Palace_3

The lady in magnificent attire before him wouldn’t likely deceive him either.

After all, in the history of Li Territory, there had been ladies who possessed the Pure White Cold Palace; should Zhao Rong take the initiative to investigate, such facts would certainly not remain concealed.

Thus, Madame Yue probably had no reason to tell a lie that couldn’t be squared.

It seemed rather likely that the current ’Pure White Cold Palace’ indeed possessed such abilities.

He just didn’t know... whether it would differ from present to past, as ’Heavenly Thunder’ did, per Gui’s account.

The Famous Furnace of this generation is not up to par?

Zhao Rong couldn’t help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

However, despite his curiosity, it wasn’t an appropriate time to wake Gui now.

He decided to keep his questions in mind for later inquiry.

Before long, Zhao Rong and his entourage made their way to the door with the character ’Xuan’ written on it, chatting along the third floor.

Madame Yue took her leave with a curtsy, then turned and departed.

Zhao Rong turned to look at the graceful figure of her departing back, his expression calm.

Zhao Qian’er followed behind him, her head lowered, seemingly pondering something.

Zhao Rong turned his head back around, observing her for a while.

Suddenly, he leaned down and softly said near the ear of the little girl who was clutching the hem of her garment, "Are you still thinking about making way for others just now?"

The little girl looked up, her adorable face adorned with a sweet, light smile, her eyes reflecting his wan countenance.

She vigorously shook her little head.

But Zhao Rong didn’t give up, chuckling softly beside her delicate pink ear.

"Silly girl, don’t mull it over by yourself... Making way for others is nothing; if others lack manners, we still need to be polite, right? However, this does not mean that we are shrinking violets. Ha, if someone really takes a dislike to us, picks a quarrel without cause, and slaps our faces, choosing to become an adversary, then we..."

"Make them die," he said with a laugh.

Zhao Qian’er’s pupils contracted slightly.

Her peach blossom eyes narrowed gently.

The two of them whispered close to each other’s ears, then remained silently face-to-face for a moment.

Zhao Qian’er leaned back her head, embracing Zhao Rong’s right arm, while her dark eyes rolled up to peer at the refined smile on the face of Zhao Rong, so close at hand.

His light, airy voice with a magnetic timbre still echoed in her ears.

The little girl gazed at him, her head tilted.

Suddenly, she beamed radiantly.

"Alright."

She raised her little hand, gently touching the face of the man before her, "Anything goes, I’ll listen to you. There’s... no need for explanations."

Zhao Rong smiled without taking her seriously.

He smiled warmly at the handsome and adorable little Qian’er before him.

More than a decade ago, she was the little maid in the firewood room preparing to gnaw on wood, bullied and left without food by her peers.

Now she is the up-and-coming star of Taiching’s Tranquility Mansion, following Qing Jun in her cultivation, climbing the ladder of Sword Dao over countless other talents.

Like Qing Jun, little Qian’er, in the presence of Zhao Rong, would always be in her most splendid form.

She would always call him ’Brother Rong’er.’

But they were no longer the naive little girls they once were, treating the whole world with tenderness and kindness, like children with no defenses.

Because Qing Jun and little Qian’er were no longer simply the worry-free young ladies and maids living in Duke Mansion of Jingnan; they were the linchpins of the Great Chu Zhao family, the batch.uture and hope of the entire clan resting on them.

Even including him before his memories of his previous life awoke.

Standing firm on this steep and cruel mountaintop, in the days of Zhao Rong’s absence, Qing Jun and little Qian’er had to climb step by step, certainly stepping over the corpses of many enemies he knew nothing about.

Reaching Taiching Prefecture and even now within Taiching Prefecture,

The struggle must have been extremely brutal.

And it wasn’t just a matter of talent.

Additionally, they were the outstanding and conspicuous pure Sword Cultivators.

For Sword Cultivators, the sword in hand was the most cogent argument...

Zhao Rong’s guess was not far off; from the moment he made way for others, Zhao Qian’er had been secretly worrying whether Brother Rong’er was still the same old bookworm who only talked about reason, showing some concession to outsiders’ offenses.

Zhao Qian’er did not dislike such a Brother Rong’er; no matter what, he was still him, forever her Brother Rong’er, the one who made swings for her.

Therefore, Zhao Qian’er had always been observing Zhao Rong closely, afraid of developing conflicts in their fundamental beliefs.

She dared not teach Brother Rong’er what to do, only accommodating him...

Zhao Rong too had keenly noticed this.

He sighed softly.

He remembered the little girl before him once said that he and Qing Jun were the sun and moon in her heart.

Therefore, the light of the sun and moon decided the size and direction of her shadow.

With anyone other than relatives and familiar people like Zhao Rong and Lingfei, Zhao Qian’er’s smile was actually one of indifference and vigilance.

This was why Zhao Rong had said what he did just now.

Telling her that he was no pedant, that through the journey, his hands that once held books had also been stained with blood.

Zhao Rong could see, Zhao Qian’er was smiling happily.

He couldn’t help but smile too, grabbing her little hand, and turned directly, rapping on the door.

"Thump thump thump—"

"Come in."

A robust voice came through.

Zhao Rong pushed the door open, and the three of them entered the room.