My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 587 - 375: Zhao Family’s Beautiful Jade, Saintly Aura (Added for ’State Preceptor of South Korea and Japan’ Brother Alliance Leader!)

Chapter 587: Chapter 375: Zhao Family’s Beautiful Jade, Saintly Aura (Added for ’State Preceptor of South Korea and Japan’ Brother Alliance Leader!)

The Ziwei Pavilion was famous in the Li Territory for its practice of divination through spirit writing.

And Pavilion Master Chen Er of the Ziwei Pavilion was an old immortal with enormous fame both up and down the mountains of the Li Territory, skilled in aura divination, and it was said that he could peek into the secrets of heaven.

Presently, according to what Su Qingdai had said, Pavilion Master Chen Er had used a forbidden technique from the Pavilion to divine her destined noble, her true prince. In the Li Territory, where superstitions about ghosts and spirits prevailed, it wasn’t too strange for women to select their husbands through spirit writing, a practice with ancient origins.

The most famous incident of this kind in the Li Territory over the past hundred years was the story that during the rebellion led by the Emperor of Great Li, the ancestors of Li had appeared in his dream, informing him that there was a high mountain in the north, and atop that mountain, there was a woman of humble birth but with the demeanor of a phoenix, capable of assisting the Great Li in governing the nation.

The Emperor of Great Li walked north and after searching from one high mountain to another, he finally found her on the thirteenth mountain, and made her his Empress. Thirteen months and thirteen days later, the Emperor unified the Li Territory...

This peasant girl from the Li family had become none other than the Empress Dowager Dugu, who now sat at the highest position in the Imperial Court of Great Li. The Li Imperial Family had always claimed to be protected by the ancient ancestors who had migrated into the Moon Palace.

Therefore, when Miss Su said that the divination had revealed her true prince, the guests were not too shocked. It just made the men feel a bit downhearted and envious of Zhao Rong, that’s all.

What truly surprised everyone was Su Qingdai’s declaration that her true prince had a purple aura soaring to the heavens, possessing a saintly aura.

Gu Yiwu and the other scholars couldn’t help but scrutinize the young Confucian scholar they had been with for many days, glancing repeatedly at his head.

In the Xuanhuang Cultivation World of the present, saints were both rare and common.

Rare, because it had been a very long time since a true saint had appeared, an acknowledged fact among the multitude of schools in the Xuanhuang. A true saint must be one who has founded a new Great Dao, possessing the might to ’create and transform worlds’.

Common, because the title of ’saint’ was bestowed too liberally, with many great cultivators from numerous schools often called saints, such as the Mountain Masters of the academies in the north and south of the Wangque Continent, who were called Confucian saints by those from the mountains.

It was like how the sisters who tirelessly sowed seeds and selflessly dedicated themselves in the educational films Zhao Rong watched in his previous life were affectionately called teachers...

As for the saint currently being discussed by Su Qingdai, who had purple energy soaring above his head, he should belong to the former category. After all, purple energy, white deer, auspicious clouds, etc., were all historically standard signs accompanying the birth of a saint. Without impressive portents like these, one would be embarrassed to claim to be a saint outside...

At the moment, Su Qingdai paid no attention to the commotion around her. Her beautiful eyes were fixed only on the man in front of her, as they had been since the very beginning.

The favored lady from the Ziwei Pavilion exchanged glances with Zhao Rong for a while.

In the end, under his calm gaze, seemingly pondering something, the normally aloof Su Qingdai slightly lowered her head and eyes, lifting her Jade Hand to tuck several strands of black hair behind her ear, softening her previously frosty demeanor.

She was like a proud and lofty pure black cat that suddenly lowered its head to lick its master’s palm, becoming gentle.

Su Qingdai turned her head and gently poured wine for Zhao Rong, careful not to interrupt his contemplation.

Everything that needed to be said had already been spoken.

Zhao Rong, stroking his chin and remaining silent, watched the elegant and graceful beauty with a calm gaze.

Behind him, Zhao Qian’er’s long and delicately curved eyebrows couldn’t help but furrow as she looked at Rong’er. At a certain moment, her eyes widened in realization.

The young girl remembered a recent lesson from Teacher Tao at Tranquility Mansion, and the night she spent with her young lady and Rong’er, admiring the moon from the roof of Qinglian Inn.

She remembered Rong’er talking a lot about saints and great thieves, expressing some peculiar notions.

Although Zhao Qian’er did not understand everything, she felt that Rong’er seemed very impressive at the time, as she and the young lady looked up at him in awe.

Moreover, she remembered that Rong’er had previously given the young lady a stream of purple energy, which, though it was Daoist auspicious qi, still gave a sense of destiny.

So, even though she scoffed at the divination of the Ziwei Pavilion Master, his prophecy about Rong’er made Zhao Qian’er involuntarily think in terms of fated destiny.

As for Su Qingdai’s claim that Zhao Rong was her true prince, the young girl sneered dismissively... Isn’t that obvious? If Rong’er had the destiny of a saint, he was the Child of Destiny for the Xuanhuang Human Clan. Like the main character in storybooks, anyone who became his wife could soar with him to great heights. Thus, he was the true prince for all women of the world; any woman would do. Even being his friend or relative could bring good fortune and rapid advancement, yes, except for his parents – a high-risk occupation indeed...

After mumbling to herself, Zhao Qian’er tilted her head and stared at the back of Rong’er’s head.

Rong’er has a saintly aura with purple energy soaring above? Hmm, then am I the second wife of a Confucian saint? Does this mean I can no longer dress as a man from now on? According to the colors of the Purple-clothed Flower, I suppose it’s not okay to wear fancy dresses every day either, right? Then... it’s not too much for the saint’s second wife to like touching his abs, right? Eating three large bowls of rice in one meal should also be fine, though I guess I’ll have do it in small bites, not like before when I could just bury my head and wolf it down...

With a worried look between her furrowed brows, her little hand reached out to touch the back of Zhao Rong’s head... Where is the purple energy? Isn’t it a bit wasteful to always be soaring? Hmm, this is the head of a saint... The young girl’s hand patted it gently.

"..."

Beset by a head-patting attack, Zhao Rong was covered with metaphorical black lines. What are you doing, patting melons here, you little brat?

The normally composed Zhao Rong couldn’t help but turn back to give Zhao Qian’er a glare... You like touching, huh? Next time I’ll let you touch a treasure, just don’t cry and run away.

Besides, you all could tell I had a saintly aura? Zhao Rong suddenly turned back and asked a key question, "Miss Su, let’s not discuss the accuracy of your Pavilion’s divination technique. When you asked the Pavilion Master to perform the divination, it must not have been to specifically find the so-called true prince from the start, right?"

Su Qingdai’s Jade Hand paused as she poured wine, and she looked up at Zhao Rong, her expression very serious as she said, "The accuracy of this Divination Forbidden Technique is very high. It has never failed once in the history of our Ziwei Pavilion... I believe you are the true Son of Destiny."

Zhao Rong smiled without a word, waiting for her to answer the real question.

After a pause, Su Qingdai glanced around subtly and whispered, "Shall I come to your room tonight, and we can discuss it in detail?"

Zhao Rong saw her concern and was about to speak when Luo Xiu, who had been quietly picking food on his right leg, also spoke up, "Don’t forget the promise you made to Xiu’er for combing... Tonight, I will go to your room to discuss some poetry."

She exchanged a glance with Su Qingdai and then added softly, with a blush on her small face, "You don’t have to worry, sir... we can... we can do it together, Xiu’er doesn’t mind."

Su Qingdai, clad in an exquisite black dress, her temperament as cold as an iceberg, heard this and a faint blush appeared on her fair cheeks. She said nothing, seeming to acquiesce to something.

The stunning girl in white and the breathtakingly beautiful woman in black, both fairies, lowered their eyes shyly and turned their faces away.

Luo Xiu’s round and delicate goose egg face, the size of a palm, stirred an irresistible desire to play with its charm and daintiness.

The contour of Su Qingdai’s melon-seed face and her profile were flawlessly curved, like a white jade sculpture, with the corners of her slightly upturned eyes carrying a misty drunken hue.

The two fairy-like beauties, each with a distinct aura, were both sitting in Zhao Rong’s embrace, both meek and submissive, without any rivalry or fight for affection, seemingly consenting to some delightful affair that men dream of.

The guests at the banquet tonight were certainly enlightened, unsure of what to say about Zhao Rong who was enjoying the favor of multiple lovely women. Their feelings of envy and jealousy had become exhausting, their eyes red and weary, so they simply watched in silence.

Spending the night together... was that reasonable? Could they do the ladies’ make-up in the morning?

Many men silently left the Zuixian Building, feeling that staying any longer would be self-torture.

However, the night’s events were destined to spread throughout Nanxing County and the other counties of the western part of Great Li through their words, that the famed ice fairy of Ziwei Pavilion had found a master, a peculiar young Confucian Scholar as her destined one, tendering her heart...

Seeing Zhao Rong frown in silence.

Su Qingdai softly said, "Sir, it’s getting late. Let’s go, we can talk more outside."

Luo Xiu nodded and whispered, "Sir, if you don’t want to move, the Zuixian Building can arrange top-quality rooms for... for us to stay together. Let’s leave now, the night is long..."

"Pour the wine," Zhao Rong extended a finger toward the wine cup Su Qingdai had set down, issuing a calm command.

Without a word, she obediently picked up the wine pot, and the Immortal Wine flowed forth.

Zhao Rong glanced at the moonlight outside the window and nodded, "It is indeed getting late, but I’ve been so busy listening to you two solve riddles, that I haven’t eaten half of these expensive wines and dishes especially ordered for this occasion. It’s such a waste because..."

He broke off his sentence and chuckled, addressing Gu Yiwu and the others, "Because we agreed that whoever combs the Fairy’s hair would treat everyone to the meal."

"Ziyu, you’re indeed frugal and thrifty, and you’ve ended up with a beauty... Alright, let’s eat together and then leave, sigh, perhaps we should order more dishes to eat you out of house and home," Gu Yiwu said with a bit of sourness, shaking his head, and reseated himself with his companions, picking up his chopsticks.

Zhao Rong smiled, wanting to say that beauties weren’t so easy to hold; just having two fairies sitting on his thighs was making them numb and hard to move, although the touch was truly delightful and worth discussing...

Of course, Zhao Rong didn’t say these words, otherwise, he had no doubt that Brother Yiwu wouldn’t be able to eat.

He turned his head and spoke to the slightly stunned gorgeous girl with a smile:

"What are you spacing out for? Didn’t you say you’d cling to me, sir? Hurry up and get some food."

"Oh, alright, sir,"

Luo Xiu went back to serve food earnestly.

And so, the two beauties in Zhao Rong’s arms, and the little Qian’er behind them, all became busy.

Luo Xiu was fetching dishes for him, Su Qingdai was pouring him Immortal Wine, and Zhao Qian was ladling soup and pouring tea for him.

Zhao Rong, blessed with such good fortune, looked left and right and realized he seemed to be the most idle one there. He reached for the wine cup presented by Su Qingdai, choosing not to let her feed him.

He pinched the wine cup between two fingers, apparently idle, and then suddenly performed an action that surprised and puzzled many.

The young Confucian Scholar, sitting at the edge of the ground floor of Zuixian Building, looked up toward a certain private room on the third floor, smiling and raising his cup as if to toast from afar. He tilted his head back and drained the cup in one gulp.

Then.

The air throughout Zuixian Building seemed to momentarily congeal...