My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 682 - 420 Qing Jun Wields Sword to Slay the Azure Dragon_2

Chapter 682: Chapter 420 Qing Jun Wields Sword to Slay the Azure Dragon_2

He wanted to share and eat together.

Zhao Lingfei: "......" Taste your big head ghost.

After a moment of quiet at the head and foot of the bed.

Zhao Lingfei’s flowery face was listless, she slightly squinted her autumn eyes, and suddenly whispered in a soft voice, "I... I want to sleep, you’re not allowed to leave."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Rong immediately understood. He put down the two braised pig trotters, gently cleared his throat, and said, "In a while, there are some things I need to handle, I must go out for a bit. It’s also the important matter for this visit to the Academy, but..."

Zhao Rong suddenly rolled over, forcing the little lazy pig to roll over as well.

He got up, returned to his normal position, and held his wife intimately, their necks entwined.

Zhao Rong looked at his wife, who was leaning on his shoulder, her pretty face filled with a lazy satisfaction, and felt an infinite tenderness. With both hands, he honestly embraced her slender waist, resting his chin on top of her small head, and gave it a light tap.

He smiled, lowering his voice, "Sleepy, sleepy, I’ll coax the little lazy pig to sleep before I leave."

In fact, when well-fed and not wanting to move, a woman just wants her lover to quietly hold her and be with her, right? Silent companionship often surpasses the sweetest of honeyed words.

So it was with Zhao Lingfei, who lacked a sense of security and was even more so. Zhao Rong was a huge part of her world, encompassing all that her eyes could see. She was willing to accompany him in his mischief and trouble, even if she verbally refused, the timidity in her eyes when stealing glances at Zhao Rong’s expression still betrayed her.

Seeing that her husband had suddenly become well-behaved and cherished her, Zhao Lingfei’s heart melted.

"Mm!"

With a crisply sweet response, she tilted her head up and lightly pecked his lips, then nestled against Zhao Rong’s chest, feeling the continuous warmth and steady heartbeat, and slowly closed her eyes.

Deep inside, Zhao Lingfei felt as sweet as if she had been smeared with honey, holding him tightly as she drifted into a secure sleep.

Today, both her body and mind were fulfilled by him.

The husband and wife fell asleep together.

One dreamed a beautiful dream, the other silently introspective.

Zhao Rong lowered his head, his chin lightly resting on the top of his wife’s head, where her hair was tied in a ponytail, hugging her while she occasionally made small nudges with her head, like a little piglet.

He wondered if his wife was dreaming.

In fact, if he reached out at that moment to quietly take the jade from his son’s kitchen, he would probably succeed.

Qing Jun had entrusted her heart and body to him without a hint of guard, and she was utterly convinced of his words.

But because of this very reason, Zhao Rong feared that letting her find out even a trivial matter now could cause deep hurt, especially if handled wrongly or at an inopportune time. It could result in irreparable damage like the past injury to Sword Heart.

Now, by the bedside, as Zhao Rong held his defenseless sleeping wife, he silently observed the bookshelf on the other side of the room, where not long ago, he had just coaxed a foolishly infatuated little Fox Demon...

Actually, sometimes Zhao Rong doubted whether Qing Jun might already know about the trivial matter. She never brought it up, likely waiting for him to come clean on his own, to provide an explanation that could persuade her.

Zhao Rong wasn’t sure either, but he didn’t dare to gamble.

For now, regarding Qing Jun’s side, his plan was to obtain the ink jade uprightly and completely carry out the ritual that would bond their lives together. Then, he would pluck down a ’bright moon’ for Qing Jun. At that point, he intended to seize the best opportunity and come clean about the trivial matter.

This was the most foolproof method Zhao Rong could think of for the moment. As for unexpected events along the way, or whether Qing Jun was silently waiting, he could only face these unknown risks head-on.

Not long ago, taking Su Qingdai into the fold at Great Li was a certain intention of his—to lightly test Qing Jun’s reaction and tolerance...

At that time, although Zhao Rong advised Su Qingdai to give it up and repeatedly gave her the chance to choose, it was half-truth, half-facade.

And it was Qian’er who insisted on taking Su Qingdai as a maid; she had seen through Zhao Rong’s thoughts and spoke out for him.

If Zhao Rong had truly wanted to refuse, he wouldn’t have persuaded Su Qingdai. Instead, he would have simply turned and left without wasting words.

Qian’er knew him very well.

However, she might have misunderstood Zhao Rong, thinking he had the same problem as all men—coveting such Fairy beauty, with the desire to conquer and keep her for his pleasure.

Qian’er was indeed very considerate and attentive to Zhao Rong. Of course, it wasn’t an endless indulgence on her part, but only after ensuring that Zhao Rong wasn’t emotionally invested did she speak out without hesitation, choosing to play the role of the bad guy for him.

So, in regards to Zhao Rong’s move—taking a woman into the Old Zhao Family without emotional attachment—Qian’er could only interpret it as being typical male promiscuity and lust.

Little did she know, Zhao Rong was testing the waters for the attitudes of her and miss, making long-term plans for the little Fox Demon’s admission into the family.

Even in a world where polygamy was the norm, humans inherently harbor private emotions. What Qian’er’s thoughts and feelings were after doing such a thing, Zhao Rong was not quite sure, but he felt guilty.

This little girl was truly infatuated with her Brother Rong, her entire heart hung on him.

So when Qian’er later set numerous strict limitations on Su Qingdai, deciding she’d be her maid, Zhao Rong readily agreed without hesitation. It was a rare moment of caprice for her, and of course, he doted on her for it.

Then, every time after counting during the day, at night, Qian’er would torment and train the brave Fairy Su Qingdai in front of him, and Zhao Rong would stand by, doing nothing to help the Fairy who seemed to have deep feelings for him, giving her all.

Because the harsher Qian’er’s training, the more likely it represented the hidden grievances in her heart, a message for him to see. Therefore, Zhao Rong remained observant, not daring to go against her wishes in this regard, bully her, or aggrieve her.