My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 569 - 365 I Really Don’t Want to Help You Comb Your Hair (Part 2)

Chapter 569: Chapter 365 I Really Don’t Want to Help You Comb Your Hair (Part 2)

The layout of the first floor of Zuixian Building centered around the stage, with the tables and seats arranged in a circular fashion around it.

The first-floor hall was spacious.

Between the different seating areas, there were two elegant and compact screens depicting maidens and three or four pots of green plants, creating a decorative separation.

A group of young girls dressed in sheer fabrics and barefooted, gracefully glided between the seats, serving tea and wine and presenting dishes to the distinguished guests who had arrived that night.

The arrival of Zhao Rong, Zhao Qian’er, Gu Yiwu, and others didn’t attract much attention from the customers inside the hall; only the sheer-clad maid greeting them had a brilliant smile.

All the guests were eagerly awaiting the appearance of a famously beautiful clean official from Xingzi Town on the stage.

Zhao Rong, with his sleeves rolled up and walking leisurely, glanced at the stage, which was filled with an aura of immortals and yet to be graced by any figures.

He made his way, unhurriedly, to a vacant table far from the stage, taking his seat on the periphery.

Zhao Rong stretched out his hand to fold the opened menu on the table and casually pushed it away.

He turned his head and spoke to the sheer-clad maid with a smile,

"Bring me one of each of your most expensive teas, wines, and dishes."

This casual request lit up the eyes of the maid serving them, her tone immediately becoming more enthusiastic.

The customers at the surrounding tables also turned to look.

The scholars took their seats one after the other.

The sword-carrying man who had been silently following seemed a bit bored; after greeting Zhao Rong, he went outside to the deck to get some air.

Zhao Qian’er stood quietly behind Zhao Rong’s chair.

Gu Yiwu, looking somewhat surprised, said, "Ziyu is quite the big spender today. Just the tea here is not cheap, let alone having the most expensive meal."

Zhao Rong waved his hand and said oddly, "It’s not on me."

"..."

Gu Yiwu’s mouth twitched, thinking if you’re not treating, then why are you eagerly ordering—and ordering so generously at that?

Despite his inward complaints, Gu Yiwu and the other students from Justice Hall came from backgrounds that were not humble, and they were not short on money either. After a helpless laugh, they said nothing more.

Zhao Rong, too, smiled without saying a word and offered no explanation.

Gu Yiwu turned his head to look at the stage being set up, recalling what Zhao Rong had said earlier in the private room marked with the character ’Xuan’, appearing thoughtful.

It wasn’t long before the sheer-clad maid served up a spread of exquisitely expensive dishes from the Immortals’ kitchen.

The atmosphere among the guests became more relaxed, drinking and eating while chatting casually.

Only Zhao Qian’er stayed busy beside Zhao Rong, serving him tea and picking his food, bustling about like a true little maid.

The students from Justice Hall might be used to being served by maids and manservants since childhood, familiar with such luxurious and indulgent life; however, to have a favored daughter from Taiching’s Tranquility Mansion wait on him meticulously during a meal, to those in the know, the scene was simply too extravagant.

Even though everyone was aware of various reasons and had seen some of Zhao Qian’er’s hard work on the road to Great Li, the casual atmosphere among the students at the table became somewhat awkward over time.

People couldn’t help but glance now and then at the person who remained calm and unperturbed, and at Zhao Qian’er, whose small face was focused on busily serving Zhao Rong.

Gu Yiwu came back to his senses from his thoughts, turned his head, and noticed the current situation.

After observing for a moment, he couldn’t help but suggest,

"Ziyu, why don’t you let little fairy Zhao sit down and eat with us? Having her busying about like this...your display is making us quite uncomfortable."

Zhao Rong immediately turned his head, seizing the opportunity to protest to the diligent little maid,

"Did you hear that? It’s not just your elder brother Rong’er who’s uncomfortable, others can’t stand it either."

He paused and with feigned helplessness pleaded, "Please, Qian’er, let me go. Stop feeding me."

Zhao Qian’er’s lovely brow furrowed as she tilted her head, "No, I’ll listen to you in other matters, but not in this."

As the unique, crisp sound of the young girl’s voice fell,

she elegantly and skillfully put down her chopsticks. Then, with two fingers of her right hand, she gently picked up a pure silver spoon and scooped up one of the dishes in front of her, holding it underneath with her left hand, and brought it to Zhao Rong’s mouth.

"Try this sticky rice porridge from Immortal Rice Castle’s blessed land; you said your stomach was a little uncomfortable yesterday, so eat something softer."

Everyone: "..."

Zhao Rong sighed but still opened his mouth expertly, revealing how his body was quite honest as he ate the stomach-warming porridge.

He bowed his head to the wicked feudal forces.

Zhao Qian’er’s peach blossom eyes curved like crescent moons. Finally satisfied, she nodded her little head and picked up her bamboo chopsticks to grab other delicacies that Zhao Rong enjoyed.

However, under the sighing gazes of the students, the seemingly oblivious young lady still explained,

"You promised me before, as long as I’m by your side, you just read your books, do your work, and I’ll take care of all the daily chores. You...don’t think about shirking now."

Zhao Rong was genuinely surprised, "When did I promise you that?"

Without a second thought, Zhao Qian’er blurted out, "Four years, three months, and five days ago, when I returned to the mansion with Miss to see you, in the study room. You...you were so thin, you didn’t look human at all, completely incapable of taking care of yourself."

She bit her lip gently, her eyes casting downwards, as if recalling some distant memory.

Zhao Rong shuddered involuntarily, feeling as if...he’d been entangled with a little ancestor he shouldn’t have provoked.

That little girl could remember something so long ago so clearly; how good must her memory be?

That meant everything he had ever promised little Qian’er was still fresh in her mind, perhaps for a lifetime. Remembering everything in such detail, how could he live like this?

Zhao Rong lamented inwardly and suddenly found the delicious porridge in front of him less appealing.

Wait a minute, no wonder she murmured something about finally being the second wife when he held little Qian’er by the Star River path...

My dear girl, wasn’t that from when we were four or five years old?

At that moment, Zhao Rong dared not speak anymore.

Seeing his ’submissive’ demeanor, Zhao Qian’er smiled sweetly.

Zhao Rong grew even more frightened.

Suddenly, he remembered at the beginning of the year, right after he had awakened his past life memories, Zhao Qian’er had also been taking meticulous care of his daily life.

At the time, Zhao Rong’s memories had not fully merged, so he thought it was his what-you-may-call-it halo—transmigration came with a bonus of a clever and dexterous little girl, sensible and not troublesome.

So it turned out... it was all predestined.

The surrounding students, seeing their protest ineffective and instead having gained a belly full of dog food, could only shake their heads in resignation and continue to jest as they picked dishes.

We have among us a man above men...

About the time it took to burn a stick of incense had passed.

Zhao Rong was chatting with Gu Yiwu.

The latter glanced at the stage that had just been set up in the center of the hall, his tone somewhat teasing.

"Ziyu, bringing us here to enjoy the excitement, could it be you want to try your luck at winning a beauty’s favor?"

He pointed his index finger at Zhao Rong, shaking his head.

The tall and lean student known as Zi Ming couldn’t help but interject, "Mr. Zhao, jokes aside, we mustn’t drive up the prices, after all, Great Li isn’t far from our Du You City."

Zhao Rong did not answer, instead he retorted casually, "Do you, Brother Yiwu, and all the gentlemen here not wish to win a beauty’s favor?"

Gu Yiwu immediately shook his head, straightening his back as he seriously said:

"These Qinglou women are ultimately tainted with worldly affections, how could our families allow us to bring them home? Moreover, although Justice Hall has many students with special talents, we are now respectable scholars—reformed rakes. Ziyu, you’re suave alright, but don’t make jokes at our expense."

He looked around at his classmates from his college, "Don’t you think so?"

"Absolutely, absolutely."

"Ah, we were young and frivolous before, but now we’ve grown indifferent."

The students of Justice Hall echoed one after another.

Thus, a group of serious scholars and a certain Mr. Zhao with the surname Zhao drew a clear line.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong turned his head and couldn’t help but look up to them.

He hadn’t seen this level of awareness from them before.

He nodded and said casually, "Well, that’s good then, best not to get involved in this excitement, just watching is fine..."

Suddenly, at that moment, a large door on the eastern side of the first-floor hall—a door not meant for the entrance and exit of guests—was opened from the inside.

A few figures in flowing gowns appeared there.

"Rustle-rustle————"

The entire Zuixian Building hall instantly became noisy, the pitch of voices rising immeasurably.

The many guests began to talk amongst themselves.

"It’s Luo Xiu, the Fairy."

"Little Fairy Luo Xiu has arrived."

"Haha, I never had the chance to see her before, but today is a feast for the eyes..."

The first-floor hall was incredibly noisy.

The suddenly opened eastern door was not far from the corner where Zhao Rong sat.

Everyone instinctively looked in that direction.

They saw a girl with her hair styled in an Immortal’s coiffure and dressed in a Luo skirt, elegantly entering the first-floor hall.

From afar, what impressed people the most were her eyes, sparkling like stars, and her snow-white complexion.

As the Fairy-like girl cast her glances, the whole hall seemed to brighten a bit.

The guests watched her intently.

Having seen many beauties, Zhao Rong, at first glance, slightly raised an eyebrow.

He turned his head and exchanged a knowing look with Zhao Qian’er.

This girl, she’s Luo Xiu? With a Pure White Cold Palace constitution?

"Hmm, isn’t there fur? You’re talking nonsense."

The little girl squinted carefully, mumbling softly under her breath.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Rong choked on his tea and hurriedly coughed, covering up his embarrassment.

How could he explain? He could only turn his head back, ready to take another good look at this stunning girl with fur.

However, the next second, Zhao Rong’s peripheral vision caught sight of a certain burly man beside him.

At this moment, he seemed to be in a daze, staring with eyes as big as copper bells, unblinking.

The students from Justice Hall around Zhao Qian’er also couldn’t help but turn their heads to look.

"Zi... Ziyu, is this lady Luo Xiu, the Little Fairy?"

Gu Yiwu and the others followed the stunning girl’s movements with their eyes, their slightly open mouths involuntarily speaking out.

Zhao Rong even leaned back in his chair, picked up a cup of tea Zhao Qian’er had blown on, and took a sip.

He glanced at the serious scholars like Gu Yiwu and the others.

There it was, they’d even used the phrase "fair lady."

Just as expected of them.

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