My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 595 - 380 "Snap!

Chapter 595: Chapter 380 "Snap!

In the spacious hall on the first floor.

Zhao Rong suddenly felt that Qian’er had good taste in clothes, knowing that he suited the attire of a gentleman clad in white.

In the eyes of others, he certainly looked like an elegant noble, charming and dashing.

Especially since he was now holding the waists of two beauties with both hands, in everyone’s view, he must have appeared spirited and oozing with dominance.

Otherwise, why would everyone in the hall be looking at him?

Zhao Rong nodded in satisfaction.

"Ziyu," Gu Yiwu whispered, giving Zhao Rong a look, but the latter seemed oblivious.

Gu Yiwu was slightly stunned, but had no choice but to sit there with Zhao Rong, appearing very... impolite.

Because at this moment, a large group of people descending from the stairway had arrived at their table.

However, seeing that Zhao Rong made no gesture of standing up to greet the guests, Gu Yiwu and the other students had no choice but to adopt a unified attitude, looking rather arrogantly at the ’guests’ who had abruptly arrived.

The Regent King, Li Mingyi, and the Chief Musician, Mu Jin, were at the forefront, followed by the Ritual Music Master Xue Can, the Pavilion Master of Ziwei Pavilion, Chen Er, and eighteen white-clad maidens of Li Territory.

Upon entering, they habitually slowed their steps, only to be slightly surprised at not seeing any of the Confucian Scholars at the table rise to greet them.

They glanced sideways, scrutinizing the young Confucian Scholar who was adjusting his clothes and nodding occasionally.

Immediately, some of the maidens of Li Territory frowned slightly.

However, Li Mingyi and Mu Jin seemed to have no response or issues with it, continuing their approach to the table.

The man in the blue python robe, who always looked stern and formidable, rarely showed a smile as he greeted with cupped hands, "I am Li Mingyi. I have long admired Mr. Zhao’s renown, and tonight I am fortunate to meet you."

The palace-dressed woman with a mole at the corner of her mouth remained calm.

She bowed slightly across the table, "I am the Chief Musician of the Music Workshop, Mu Jin, acting on the Empress Dowager’s orders, here to escort Mr. Zhao to the Capital."

Following them, everyone else voiced their greetings in turns.

Zhao Rong remained silent, his gaze lowered, right hand adjusting the sleeve on his left wrist as if he hadn’t heard everyone’s rather enthusiastic self-introductions.

Li Mingyi and Mu Jin exchanged a silent look.

Behind them, Xue Can and the maidens of Li Territory exchanged glances.

None of them knew that a certain young Confucian Scholar was engrossed in self-admiration.

Zhao Rong gave no response, leaving them uncertain whether the Confucian Scholar from the far-off Linlu Academy was there to greet or reject them.

Thus, the group stood there, staring, the atmosphere as awkward as it could get.

Mu Jin took a good look at Zhao Rong for a moment before breaking the silence.

She was about to reintroduce herself, "Zhao..."

Zhao Rong suddenly looked up, nodding lightly and interrupted, "Mhm, that’s alright, you’re all being too polite. Please, have a seat."

Only then did Li Mingyi and Mu Jin sit down, while Chen Er and the maidens of Li Territory stood behind them.

Zhao Rong took the cup of wine offered by Su Qingdai, intending to drink but then set it down again, his expression seeming to betray an involuntary sigh:

"Ah, Your Highness and all the fairies, there’s no need for such courtesy, just sit down."

Seeing this, Xue Can, who was standing behind Mu Jin, attempted to lighten the mood and smooth over the residual awkwardness.

She nodded with a coy smile, "Mr. Zhao, as our honored guest..."

Zhao Rong cut her off again, "Just take a seat, since we are quite acquainted with each other, there’s no need for such elaborate introductions. Moreover, I don’t have time to listen, time is very precious to me."

His smile was as refreshing as a gentle breeze, courteous and refined, as if chatting with everyone about family matters.

It turned out when you said not to be so courteous, you really meant it... Many faces stiffened slightly, inwardly criticizing.

And the eighteen reserved maidens of Li Territory couldn’t help but give Xue Can and Chen Er odd looks.

This Mr. Zhao, a warm and gentle Confucian... a modest gentleman? Indeed, it was evident.

"Yes, it might be valuable to you as well," Zhao Rong leisurely added.

Everyone: "..."

Only then did their expressions ease somewhat.

Zhao Rong seemed unaware of the expressions of the new guests.

He continued to speak with a smile, "So let’s cut the small talk, if there’s anything to say, say it directly. I have urgent matters to attend to later... I’ll be busy this evening."

The last remark was made by Zhao Rong as he glanced at the two exquisite fairies in his arms, followed by a quiet mutter after a sigh.

Yet that mutter reached the ears of everyone present.

Gu Yiwu’s eyes widened a little, instinctively glancing at Zhao Rong.

The burly Confucian Scholar wanted to ask his friend what he was busy with that evening and if he needed help... but he refrained from interrupting Zhao Rong’s conversation.

Mu Jin, upon hearing his words, showed no surprise or concern, but spoke directly, "The Empress Dowager says, it has been a long journey for the gentlemen, and it’s very hard work. As a blessing to our kingdom, you are esteemed guests of the people of Li. Unfortunately, due to the busy political situation at the moment, with the new emperor’s ascension and many tasks to revive, the Empress Dowager must remain in the Capital to assist and cannot leave to welcome you in person, Mr. Zhao. We ask for your forgiveness."

She paused, then looked at Zhao Rong, who seemed to become absent-minded again. "Therefore, the Regent King and I have come together to cordially greet Mr. Zhao and the other gentlemen."

Zhao Rong’s expression stayed the same.

Behind him, Xue Can took a jug of expensive Immortal Wine from a maid, stepping forward unexpectedly.

She approached Zhao Rong’s table, Jade Hand lightly grasping the pitcher’s handle, ready to pour a cup of wine.

Zhao Rong turned his head and glanced at Su Qingdai, who was sitting on his left leg, dressed in a black gown.

The latter looked up at him, pursed her lips, and extended her frost-white delicate hand from beneath the sleeves of her ink-black dress to take the cup from Xue Can.

This exceptionally beautiful fairy, who was accustomed to being aloof on Mount Great Li, glanced at Zhao Rong’s expression again, then, before everyone’s eyes, she sensibly and obediently bowed her head and, while lifting her sleeve to cover her action, took a sip of the Immortal Wine for him.

The crowd silently observed this ’tacit understanding’ between Zhao Rong and Su Qingdai.

"Young Master," Su Qingdai lowered her gaze, her face slightly blushed, softly called out, and with both hands offered the cup of wine to his lips.

Zhao Rong leaned forward and then calmly took a sip of the ’toast.’

Xue Can glanced at Luo Xiu, who was silently burying her head in Zhao Rong’s embrace, and then at the extremely well-behaved Su Qingdai. The next second, with a smile that seemed to hold meaning,

her tone appeared to be suggestive.

"Mr. Zhao, how is the Immortal Wine? Does the flavor of our Li Territory’s land and water suit your taste?"

Zhao Rong glanced at the obedient Su Qingdai holding the cup, then at Luo Xiu, who looked like a bashful beauty unwilling to raise her head, and laughed lightly, "The taste is quite good. I very much enjoy it."

Xue Can’s smile grew wider as she thought to herself, "That should settle it."

Some words the Chief Musician and the Regent King found inconvenient to say, so it fell upon her to speak on their behalf.

This voluptuous beauty, though a woman of the Crescent Moon Li status, looked around at the other young scholars at the gathering, and with a smile said, "We have also brought some other specialties from the Li Territory this time, a modest token. Please, gentlemen scholars, do not be polite, and be sure to accept them."

With her words concluded, the eighteen waiting Crescent Moon Li women, graceful and poised, stepped forward; each one carried a brocade bag embroidered with palace patterns.

This group of divinely handsome, white-clothed Li women, with eyes lowered and serene, elegantly approached and presented the brocade bags to Gu Yiwu and others.

The eighteen Justice Hall young scholars did not immediately accept them but instead looked towards Gu Yiwu and Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong was looking down, sipping his wine, without raising his eyes to them.

Gu Yiwu first eyed the brocade bags, not knowing their ’weight.’

Ziyu said that he would treat this meal and that nobody should compete with him for it; this time he wouldn’t freeload... The burly Confucian Scholar thought silently, glanced at the two stunning fairies in Zhao Rong’s embrace, and instinctively respected them... Worthy of being Ziyu, appearing frivolous on the surface but always considering the bigger picture. In such crucial moments, he could let go of temptations of beauty that others found irresistible.

Thinking this, Gu Yiwu’s spirits lifted, unwilling to be outdone.

He suddenly became serious, his square face set sternly, and with a wave of his big sleeve, he spoke with righteousness: "Ladies, please take these back, do not underestimate us Vast Confucian Scholars."

Zhao Rong couldn’t help but glance at this friend, his eyes blinking lightly.

The eighteen young scholars from the Justice Hall, seeing their senior exude such righteousness, silently admired him, and those who had been slightly tempted by the gifts also couldn’t help but feel remorse and reflect.

They nodded silently, understanding the stance of Gu the Elder and the younger Mr. Zhao, and one after another, they declined with a wave of their sleeves.

Xue Can was slightly taken aback, about to speak again, "Gentlemen, inside this..."

Gu Yiwu, with his bushy brows and big eyes, wearing a serious expression, decisively shook his head, "No need!"

Xue Can’s heart skipped a beat, and she exchanged looks with the Ritual Music Master and others.

They immediately turned their gaze, in unspoken agreement, towards someone who had been silent the entire time.

Gu Yiwu and the other scholars also looked at Zhao Rong, waiting for him to speak officially and dissociate himself from the two fairies in his arms.

Li Mingyi put down the cup he had been toying with in his hand, silently turned his head, and looked towards Zhao Rong...

And Su Qingdai, who had been obediently pouring wine, her eyelashes trembling lightly as if she realized something, also stopped what she was doing, looking towards the man whose hand rested casually on her waist.

In no time, everyone’s gaze converged on the one person who truly mattered.

And also on his hands, which were wrapped around the waists of Su Qingdai and Luo Xiu.

Waiting for Zhao Rong’s final statement, or perhaps, his final choice.

Mu Jin and Li Mingyi frowned slightly, what exactly was the stance of these Confucian scholars?

At that moment, Zhao Rong was lowering his gaze, looking left and right, as if he were appraising the two beauties in his arms.

It was as if he hadn’t heard the conversation that had just taken place.

At a certain moment.

"Slap—!" Suddenly, a crisp but not too loud sound echoed through the gathering.

"Hmm~" Su Qingdai, seated on Zhao Rong’s leg, let out a soft cry.

At the same time, she leaned forward, her chin slightly lifting, revealing a swan-like, slender, fair neck.

This was purely an instinctive exclamation.

The entire crowd also froze for a moment, some in disbelief at what they had just seen...

It turned out that Zhao Rong had suddenly raised his hand and with a carefree motion...

Actually, slapped the raised, rich part of the beauty’s body.

"Still stunned and sneaking peeks at this young master, pour another cup of wine," Zhao Rong said with a slight tilt of his head, smiling.

"..." The crowd.

"Eh... Um?" Completely unprepared, Su Qingdai only then came back to her senses, her face flushed with red, he... he dared... how could he dare...

The room fell into a silence as if death itself had descended.

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