My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 598 - 381: They Are Mine Now_3

Chapter 598: Chapter 381: They Are Mine Now_3

Hmm, Zhao Rong was curious if the two ladies also experienced something similar to what he did. However, it was obviously not convenient to ask the two fairies such a private and embarrassing question about whether they also felt their bottoms warm or cold.

The body fragrance of the two women was also different. Su Qingdai’s scent was like that of ice and snow lotus, somewhat like the refreshing mint aroma, close to the chill of autumn.

While Luo Xiu had a light jasmine fragrance, like the warm sunshine of early summer afternoons.

Zhao Rong nodded, understanding a bit, "So the fairy goddesses are human after all, they too have their scents and temperatures."

Zhao Rong took a slight breath.

Su Qingdai and Luo Xiu seemed to have noticed his intrusive gaze, and their cheeks turned a slight shade of pink as they turned their pretty faces away, avoiding eye contact with him.

Especially the black-dressed ice beauty, who had become submissive and obedient after he spanked her, hung her head low throughout, her expression unseen.

Zhao Rong glanced at the spot he had just punished. Hmm, after she straightened up, she wasn’t so ’charming’ anymore, probably fearing another ’billion’ palms from him. But still, she was certainly more ’charming’ than Luo Xiu, hence Zhao Rong found this woman even more enchanting and stunning. Particularly since she always kept a cold face, uninviting and untouchable in her arrogance, it made one even more unable to resist violating her...

Hmm, actually, these detailed observations of Su Qingdai and Luo Xiu were all just incidental for Zhao Rong.

Really.

What he was actually most focused on was the expressions of the two women—their expressions and reactions when Mu Jin, Li Mingyi, and others appeared downstairs.

Luo Xiu focused on her task, well-behaved and did not glance at Mu Jin, Xue Can, or any other women of the Crescent Moon Tribe.

On the contrary, Su Qingdai was frequently looking at the old man with purple-gold pupils and the man in the Python Robe.

However, her expression was not one of guilt, but... confusion.

Su Qingdai furrowed her brows throughout, occasionally glancing towards... him—her destined prince.

This black-dressed ice fairy seemed puzzled by the presence of these people, and also curious about Zhao Rong’s identity as her destined prince.

So, does this mean that Fairy Su was not colluding with them, and she was the most puzzled one at the venue?

Hmm, had she really been deceived by the old man who might be the Pavilion Master from Ziwei Pavilion to show up here for nothing?

Interesting... Zhao Rong quietly chuckled to himself.

At that moment, Mu Jin, not weary of repetition, narrated again, and then calmly asked:

"... Teacher Zhao, what do you think, do you want to join us tomorrow on the ship?"

As her words fell, the hall quieted down again.

Zhao Rong still ignored her.

He was contemplating while looking at the lower waist of Su Qingdai

Zhao Rong suddenly raised his right hand again.

Zhao Rong’s raised right hand reached into the sleeve of his left hand searching for something, his expression slightly incredulous, he spoke:

"Ahem, why do you tremble? Fairy Su, can’t you pour a drink without letting your mind wander?"

Whether you tremble or not, I would know... Zhao Rong looked at the extremely modest black-dressed ice fairy on his left leg and smiled. The next second, his smile faded, and he suddenly turned his head to look at Li Mingyi.

Li Mingyi, who had been acting indifferent since entering the hall, raised his eyelids and smiled, greeting Zhao Rong with a bow of his hands.

The Pavilion Master behind him, Chen Er, also smiled and greeted Zhao Rong with a bow.

It seemed Li Mingyi had nothing to say to Zhao Rong, or rather, he let Mu Jin and Xue Can speak for him, whatever they said went, also representing his stance and viewpoint.

The backing of the Music Workshop where Mu Jin and Xue Can belonged was none other than the Empress Dowager, the sole ruler.

The hierarchical relationship among them was quite intriguing.

Zhao Rong assessed the calm and silent Python Robe man, who actually held tremendous authority in Great Li, and nodded his head.

Then, he directly turned, looking at the long-awaiting Mu Jin, and smiled, "Chief Musician, are you done speaking?"

Such a flippant attitude... Xue Can and the other women of the Crescent Moon Tribe frowned.

Mu Jin composed herself, nodded quietly and methodically, "I’m done speaking, Teacher Zhao, what do you think?"

"Does anyone else have anything to say?" Zhao Rong looked around.

Everyone remained silent.

Zhao Rong took the wine glass handed by Su Qingdai, drank it all in one go.

"Since everyone is finished, then it’s my turn."

Under the watchful eyes of all present, Zhao Rong waved his large sleeve, no nonsense, straightforward, "Three things. I’ll say them once."

He raised three fingers.

He leisurely declared:

"First, my colleagues and I will set off for Hanjing tomorrow, but we won’t be getting on your Cloud Sea Ferry, we’ll go our separate ways. After tonight, you are not allowed to send anyone to follow us. Well, key point being, don’t let us find out, then it can be considered nonexistent.

"Second, these presents now, take them all back. Tonight’s dinner is on Zhao Ziyu, so eat up and don’t waste the food."

Zhao Rong smiled.

Mu Jin, Li Mingyi, Xue Can, and the others frowned and looked askance.

"The third thing."

Zhao Rong leaned forward, eyeing Mu Jin and Li Mingyi, pointed at the two women Su Qingdai and Luo Xiu on his lap, and with a light chuckle, he uttered three words:

"Mine now."

The room fell silent.

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