My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 701 - 432

Chapter 701: 432

"Miss Su, that place must be a beautiful spot with green waters and lush mountains, rain in spring, and snow in winter. Only such a place could produce a lady endowed with such spirit and beauty as yourself."

Complimented by Zhao Lingfei, the young fox demon was slightly stunned before she shyly averted her gaze, finding it somewhat embarrassing to look directly at her.

But a second later, Su Xiaoxiao mustered the courage to look up and, imitating someone else, fixed her gaze on the delicate tip of Zhao Lingfei’s nose.

"Thank you, Fairy Zhao, for your praise."

The two women faced each other, and to outsiders, it seemed like they were gazing intently into each other’s eyes.

This scene was witnessed by several people nearby.

Especially one individual, whose heartbeat involuntarily quickened.

The image of Qing Jun and Xiaoxiao facing each other was one he had dreamt of countless times.

He had imagined countless possibilities, and today, it finally materialized before his eyes.

Although only one party was aware, for the time being, he kept it hidden from Qing Jun.

But Xiaoxiao seemed to be doing well... perhaps she had managed to navigate smoothly?

However, why did it feel like... something strange was happening chemically as Xiaoxiao and Qing Jun were together?

What exactly is it... uh, an illusion?

Zhao Rong slightly frowned, deciding to observe the situation quietly for now...

At this moment, Su Xiaoxiao, after being praised, was unaware of what Zhao Rong was thinking.

The young fox demon suddenly felt that this proud talent of Taiching Prefecture, who was luckier to meet Zhao Rong earlier than her, wasn’t as haughty or cold as she had imagined, but rather approachable and unpretentious.

Before having any contact, she felt that Zhao Lingfei was someone to be admired from a distance but not to be trifled with.

Only upon meeting did she realize that it was much more within reach.

This was quite different from what Su Xiaoxiao had thought on her way here, feeling sad and scared.

The young fox demon had meticulously pondered over two possible future scenarios in her mind, gritting her teeth in preparation:

One possibility was that she was like the weak, kind, and lovely female lead in romance novels who haplessly faces a noble and powerful rival—a fiancée who emerges beside her lover.

She would have to go through growth and setbacks, definitely no more lazy mornings, enduring very hard work... even harder than having to wake up early for Zhao Rong’s needlework...

Ah, how frightening a disciplined little fox demon can be!

Eventually, she would become strong and beautiful, having a slew of admirers across the land, whom Xiaoxiao wouldn’t spare a glance—well, maybe just a pretend glance to make someone outrageously jealous as she arrogantly crossed her arms, waiting head-high for Zhao Rong to realize his mistake and shower her with affection, leading to a happy life together.

The other scenario was that she was the homewrecking vixen, the secondary female character in the story. Initially pure and innocent, but driven by jealousy to hatred, she would resolutely turn against...

Lots of drama followed, and ultimately, she would turn into a vindictive villain—no longer wearing her usual red dress, but dressed in a cold, black gown, scheming... contemplating devouring Zhao Rong, that unfaithful scoundrel.

Of course, ultimately, due to some hesitation at the last moment, she would fail, chased and beaten by Zhao Rong and the main female lead, ending up battered and bruised...

Su Xiaoxiao had already seriously contemplated these future narratives, but now facing such a Zhao Lingfei, she was a bit baffled.

If Zhao Rong knew about the serious yet chaotic soap opera plots brewing in the little fox demon’s mind, he would definitely give her a good bump on the head.

Without a word, he’d feed Su Xiaoxiao a hundred chestnuts.

With a stern face, he’d chastise her, "What are you even thinking! This is a story with a strong male lead; don’t even think about peeking at those melodramatic romance novels anymore, or I’ll toss them away..."

"Miss Su."

At that moment, Su Xiaoxiao, who had been lost in a whirl of thoughts, snapped back to reality.

She saw Zhao Lingfei tilting her head slightly to look at her:

"You can call me Sister Zhao or Sister Lingfei, no need to be so formal. Besides, the title ’fairy’ is so common now. In the mountain teahouses and restaurants, every singer claims to be a fairy. Miss Su, are you mocking me?"

Her eyes slightly narrowed, her face showing a mock-angered expression, her tone a bit chilly.

"No, not at all," Su Xiaoxiao said with a little indignation, hurriedly waving her hands.

Zhao Lingfei was handing a pair of clean chopsticks to the taciturn Jia Tengying, then smiled at him before turning back to look at the slightly dazed, aggrieved young fox demon.

She raised her hand as if to make a gesture, but then lowered it again.

Zhao Lingfei then sniffed haughtily at Su Xiaoxiao, narrowing her eyes in a mock threatening manner:

"Don’t imitate Yushu and Teng Ying; let them joke around. I wouldn’t waste my time arguing with men, but you must not do the same, otherwise..."

Her demeanor was cool and commanding, looking both regal and imposing at that moment.

"Humph."

Full of aggressive energy.

"Oh, I’m not learning uh... that’s wrong. I really didn’t learn from them. Sister Zhao, please don’t misunderstand me."

The little fox demon, who originally wanted to battle the secondary female character, seemed to recall the image of being beaten up badly and, like a bobblehead, shook her little head vigorously.

She looked just like a submissive bottom.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong’s eyelid twitched suddenly.

He finally realized what was off.

This couldn’t possibly be one of those bizarre lesbian fiction stories, where the main and secondary female characters meet, find a connection, spark true feelings during a fierce battle, join forces to kill the male lead, and then roam the world together, could it?

Men only affect the speed of that what?

Zhao Rong’s mouth couldn’t help but twitch violently.

He was on high alert inside.

As he held Fan Yushu’s bowl to serve rice, he discreetly glanced at Qing Jun and Xiaoxiao starting to chat and laugh, thinking to himself:

No way, could this be some weird script that carbon-based life forms came up with?

This young master must not let it happen!

...Well, okay, only half of it can happen, like the dominant and submissive parts, but sacrificing his life is out of the question.

Cough cough, I’ve got to take him with me.

Hiss, that seems a bit thrilling...

At that moment.

"Ziyu, Ziyu? Stop shoveling, little brother can’t eat that much. It’s already full yet you keep pressing down. Hey, Ziyu, did you hear me? What are you thinking about?"

Fan Yushu looked puzzled at Zhao Rong.

Before him, the young Confucian scholar was bowing his head and pursing his lips, seemingly staring straight at the rice bucket on the table but his thoughts were unknown. He clenched the rice spoon tightly and kept pressing rice into his bowl with strong, nonstop movements.

In the hall, upon hearing this, everyone turned their attention towards the "rice-pressing" Zhao Rong and the frustrated Fan Yushu.

Including Qing Jun and Xiaoxiao, who seemed to be having a lively conversation.

"Ah?" Zhao Rong suddenly snapped back to reality, forcing a smile to meet everyone’s gaze and hurriedly explained:

"Oh oh. I was thinking about lesbian, spit spit, I was thinking about the situation in Great Li and got a bit lost in thought, sorry sorry Yushu brother, haha no problem, you can finish this rice, believe in yourself, you need to eat well at dinner, haha."

Fan Yushu: "???"

Everyone: "......"

Zhao Rong, with a slip of the tongue, just laughed it off.

But at that moment, the voice of a curious little one suddenly popped up.

"Rong’er brother, shouldn’t we eat less at dinner? That’s what you used to tell me."

Qian’er, with her hands behind her back, pouted as she looked at him.

"Uh, did... did that happen? Maybe you remembered it wrong."

Zhao Rong laughed and shook his head. The next second, he glanced lightly at the rice-loving little Qian’er, then earnestly looked at her, and said in front of everyone, "Think about it again."

Qian’er: "......"

Humph, looking at me like that, how dare I say anything, eh... Very familiar with someone, Qian’er pursed her lips, nodded her head, and bowed to the dark forces.

Meanwhile, Fan Yushu shook his head, preparing to receive a fill-to-the-brim porcelain rice bowl, and said tonelessly:

"Alright. But, Ziyu, you just mentioned lesbian..."

The next second, Fan Yushu’s words abruptly stopped, as if a duck’s neck were squeezed, and his eyes slightly bulged.

Just as the rice bowl neared his hand, it "whooshed" back.

Someone, with a smile, continued shoveling the rice.

Fan Yushu: "......!!!!!"

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Ps: It seems I’ve used this title for a long time... Uh, the next Chapter should conclude it, uh, brothers can guess, how to fit the title~

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