My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 568 - 364 I Really Don’t Want to Help You Comb Your Hair (Part 1)

Chapter 568: Chapter 364 I Really Don’t Want to Help You Comb Your Hair (Part 1)

Moon lady respectfully held her hands in front of her belly, lowered her eyes, and entered the room with modest, respectful steps.

She dared not look around much and took small steps directly toward a large group of women on the left.

In the premium suite, people were standing on the left and right sides, "two groups of people" respectively.

There were a total of twenty-one people, but the numbers between the two groups were disproportionate.

On the left side, there stood twenty women.

All were beauties in white.

Their fair foreheads all bore red flower makeup, which were stick-on floral ornaments of various shapes.

These women in white each bore distinct postures, now standing orderly on the left side of the room.

At the very front of them stood a palace-dressed woman with a faint mole at the corner of her mouth, her hair done in a startle goose style, her face dignified, and her demeanor graceful.

Behind and to the left of the palace-dressed woman stood a beautiful woman clothed in a long white skirt, voluptuous as if a full gourd about to fall from the vine, her eyes shifting with the charm unique to mature women.

Behind these two imposing women stood eighteen young women in uniform attire, dressed in white gauzy clothes, their hairstyles featuring tassels, mostly wearing expressions of calm and indifference.

This assembly of women, beauties in white, each exhibited different characteristics: some coquettishly charming, some aloof and dismissive, some gentle and mild, and some proud and icy.

Each possessed their own distinct charm.

However, they generally shared two common traits: all were tall and slender, with delicate waists.

If Zhao Rong, who had been next door just moments ago, were present, he would certainly remark in admiration at the sight of such elegantly beautiful women.

Of course, he would say this to himself.

Because a certain girl fond of swing sets would definitely be beside him, peeping at him without needing a glance, ahem.

All these women in white were outstandingly beautiful. Although they didn’t possess the stunning beauty of little Qian’er, they were still considered top tier in the world.

At this moment, they all stood silently in the suite, their eyes not darting about, quiet and breathless.

On the other side of the suite, opposite the group of women in white, there stood but a single person.

He was a robust middle-aged man with a square face, his facial complexion bright and his presence formidable without even a hint of anger.

Most strikingly, he was clad in a serious and majestic blue satin Python Robe.

The man in the Python Robe had his hands behind his back, and his tall silhouette stood like a mountain alone in front of the suite’s viewing platform.

He lowered his gaze, observing the increasingly bustling crowd in the ground floor hall of the Zuixian building.

To the left, also standing at the best viewing spot of the premium suite’s platform, the palace-dressed woman with a faint mole looked slightly furrowed, watching the floor below, lost in thought about something.

At this exact moment, the suite was eerily quiet, not a sound to be heard.

For a while, one could hear a pin drop.

These "two groups of people" seemed quite like one-to-one, exquisitely poured wax figures.

It was unclear why they stood so silently in this quiet, lifeless suite.

If a bystander were present, they would likely find the atmosphere in the room somewhat eerie.

However, just as the suite’s door was rhythmically and gently knocked, an indifferent woman in white opened the door, and a splendidly dressed woman named Moon lady entered with utmost respect.

Finally, there was a trace of life in the room.

Suddenly, someone spoke in this long-silent premium suite.

"This young master has finally arrived."

...

Zhao Rong, on his way down from the third floor, was bitterly critiqued all along by Gu Yiwu and other schoolmates.

"Ziyu, maybe we shouldn’t join this crowd after all?" Gu Yiwu suggested seriously.

"Indeed, Mr. Zhao, I don’t see what’s so appealing about clean officials being pursued; they’re just a bunch of vulgar Cultivators inflating prices. I detested this most when I was in Du You City." A lean, tall student from the Justice Hall nodded in agreement.

Another student couldn’t help but interject, "Brother Zi Ming, so it turns out, those dozen or so book-holding Maids in your room must have cost a lot of Spirit Stones, eh?"

The group couldn’t help but exchange glances.

Gu Yiwu, who was seriously frowning, twitched the corner of his eye and couldn’t help but turn to look.

"Well... whether it wastes Spirit Stones or not doesn’t really matter..." The lean, tall student known as ’Brother Zi Ming’ changed his tune, straightened his back, and spoke confidently.

"It’s mainly that I can’t stand seeing these unfortunate women suffer outside; I just want them to read more in my study."

The group: "......"

Gu Yiwu glared at the lean, tall student and, ignoring him, proceeded to say:

"Ziyu, I remember you once solemnly told me that you were a scholar of noble sentiment, a person who has transcended lowly desires. You asked us not to bother you with trivial matters so you could focus on your calligraphy classes," he said.

The broad-browed and large-eyed student named Gu sighed with his hand on his wrist, "You’ve changed."

The others spoke with righteous indignation, their tone filled with regret.

Zhao Rong couldn’t be bothered with their nonsense.

His expression unchanged, he casually walked down the wooden stairs.

This enormous pavilion, located at the center of the lake, was jostled by the dark evening breeze and the lake water soaked with stars. It swayed gently, like the bright moon rippling in the water, wavering under the load of a boat filled with noise and moonlight.

Zhao Rong’s slim and slender figure stepped on the stairs as if rooted to them, unswaying.

Zhao Qian’er and Li Bai followed closely behind him.

The students from Justice Hall exchanged glances with each other, their faces showing a touch of confusion.

They stared at the calm-faced Zhao Qian’er, noticing that she seemed oblivious to someone’s potentially flirtatious behavior—or perhaps she was simply being good and docile.

Gu Yiwu and the others couldn’t help but whisper among themselves.

Had they not seen her for a few days, and Zhao, the little fairy, had changed her temperament?

In the past, she would fiercely guard even the task of fetching Zhao Rong’s wash water, not allowing others to compete with her...

And now, she was about to go downstairs to ’try her luck’—what if there was an addition of a little fairy in his room, how could she bear it?

Gu Yiwu and the other students could only cough lightly and followed the trio’s steps.

Suddenly, many students had a realization and once again, they looked at the pretty little fairy quietly following behind someone.

Hisss, had the little fairy been ’trained’ by Teacher Zhao?

cough cough, was he a ’gentleman’ or a ’non-gentleman’? Or perhaps both, having spoken and also taken action?

Remembering the fairy who used to frown at them aggressively and often acted capriciously towards Zhao Rong, now no longer causing trouble.

The crowd’s gaze towards Zhao Rong couldn’t help but carry a hint of admiration and envy, truly befitting Teacher Zhao...

Ahead, Zhao Qian’er didn’t reach for Zhao Rong’s hand, or cling to his arm. Instead, she quietly followed behind him.

At this moment, she didn’t know the thoughts of those students behind her, and well, she didn’t want to know.

Even if she did, the young girl would just think that these guys were incredibly boring.

However, she was indeed different from before.

Before their tight embrace and shared sweet water at Xingzi Lake, Zhao Qian’er had wished for Zhao Rong’s gaze to be always on her.

Though it sometimes distracted him from his tasks and slightly delayed his work, Zhao Qian’er couldn’t resist doing things that would catch Zhao Rong’s attention.

Whether it was playfully irritating him, making a pretentious annoyed expression to feign temperance, or doing things that would make him happy and thus like her.

Because at that time, Zhao Qian’er craved the constant attention from her beloved, which she placed above all else in her heart.

If he could seriously watch her and listen to her talk, Zhao Qian’er was elated for a long time. Conversely, if Zhao Rong ignored her, even for a moment, Zhao Qian’er would feel lost and empty for a long time.

However, all of this had quietly changed after Zhao Rong recently took her hand, rested his chin on her little head, and made promises to her.

Zhao Qian’er had some understanding of the feelings her mistress had experienced these days and the helpless look she gave when watching her antics.

Although being noisy could increase their bond, most of the time, simple companionship is what truly mattered.

Now Zhao Qian’er also quietly followed behind her beloved and during serious moments, she tried her best to restrain herself from talking to him, not to disturb or bother him, let alone instruct him on what to do.

This was a kind of understanding without teaching, an unspoken harmony.

So, tonight, coming to this place of initial fireworks with Zhao Rong, Zhao Qian’er just looked at his eyes once and then chose to obediently follow him.

The young girl trusted her Brother Rong to handle everything perfectly.

And when he finished his tasks, or if he became tired along the way and looked back, if his gaze could linger on her even for a moment and meet her eyes in silent communication.

Then, the smiles that would ripple across their lips not quite touching together afterward, was the unspoken agreement Zhao Qian’er most craved.

This closeness between their hearts was even closer than when they shared sweet water...

Half an incense stick of time later.

Zhao Rong, accompanied by Zhao Qian’er and Gu Yiwu along with others, finally arrived at the bustling first floor...

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PS: This Chapter is a bit short... brothers, little Rong has reached those few days of the month again, cough cough, the word count will be supplemented in the next few days.

Recently, I’ve been pondering a lot about online literature writing, I struggled a bit with writing today, er, it might be hitting a bottleneck, but no worries, don’t panic...

As if there’s a light, initially narrow, just allowing passage, progressing step by step, eventually, it will suddenly clear!