My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 737 - 452

Chapter 737: 452

Zhao Rong walked out from the North Gate of Taiching Prefecture.

In the chilling wind, he gathered his sleeves around him.

He had noticed this little sachet a long time ago.

He remembered that the sachet was originally a compensation for losing one of his renowned scholarly garments, which Su Xiaoxiao had forgotten in that small courtyard in Zhongnan Country.

After the two of them had decided to spend their lives together in that ruined observatory, the sachet took on the nature of a love token, albeit subtly.

In the naive Su Xiaoxiao’s heart, perhaps what the sachet sought to match was the undyed jade he often wore at his waist.

However, she had been weaving this sachet on the way to Du You City, doing so slowly, and had not given it to Zhao Rong; now, after several months apart, she had finally finished it.

Zhao Rong clearly remembered that this morning, when he decided to confess to Su Xiaoxiao about the "jade’s true mistress," she was just taking the sachet out to tie it around his waist.

But when Zhao Rong brought up the matter of Qing Jun, Su Xiaoxiao’s small hands trembled and she withdrew them.

And she quietly hid the sachet away.

Although the little fox demon moved stealthily, Zhao Rong seemed to possess an innate talent for acutely sensing the sensitive thoughts of women, so he paid extra attention to these small gestures.

So he quietly took note of the sachet at the time...

At this moment, at the entrance to Taiching Prefecture.

Zhao Rong stopped under the giant stele engraved with Taiching’s Talented List, looked around at the sparse passersby, and quietly waited for Qian’er.

The two had previously agreed to meet here, and as there was no sight of the little girl yet, she must not have arrived.

He reached into his robes and touched the sachet again.

He exhaled softly.

Zhao Rong felt somewhat relieved.

The fact that he had taken her sachet meant this slightly foolish girl wouldn’t run away without a trace, never to see her beloved again; she would, before doing so, come to take back the sachet.

So for now, he didn’t need to worry about her running away.

This period was also a good time for him to go to Great Li, to avoid things for a while and give both sides some time to cool off and prevent any impulsive mistakes...

Zhao Rong pondered in his heart, and not long after, his thoughts drifted towards Li Territory, where he would soon return.

There was still a huge mess waiting for him to tidy up for the last time...

"I wonder how Yi Wu is getting on with his preparations... I’ve already made contact with those several forces separately in Xingzi Town and the outskirts of Hanjing. As long as they aren’t foolish, they should understand our attitude and bottom line as students of the sealing ceremony. They probably won’t act rashly before figuring out our true intentions..."

In the evening breeze, the young Confucian scholar murmured to himself, then stretched his hand to rub his face.

"...and there’s Empress Dugu, a very smart woman... They say a woman should be pretty, dressed in mourning attire... Charming widow, indeed, the truth unhidden..."

Zhao Rong suddenly remembered some details of his meeting with the most beautiful woman of Li Territory a few days ago and chuckled lightly.

"Hey, what do you mean? What’s this about being pretty in mourning attire?" Gui asked curiously.

Zhao Rong came back to his senses, a smirk playing on his lips, "It means... don’t eavesdrop on others’ conversations."

He made up an explanation on the spot.

Gui scoffed coldly, "You’re always muttering to yourself, and the fact that I don’t find you annoying is already a great act of mercy. Zhao Rong, I would advise you not to be ungrateful."

Zhao Rong smiled and stretched leisurely, having been busy all day. He then turned to look at the huge stele behind him, full of inscribed names.

He offhandedly said: "Well, thank you for that."

The Sword Spirit huffed a few times and paid him no more attention,

Zhao Rong felt that the Sword Spirit was becoming increasingly feminine. He wondered if it was his own mistaken perception, as its voice had also changed since it had recently awakened.

He shook his head.

"Right, there’s another matter to discuss with you."

"What is it?"

"There are some things that need to be made clear. First of all, we are... just normal friends, right?"

"Mhm."

"So... well, my wife is my wife, right, and your wife is your wife, also right?"

Gui interrupted, "I don’t have a wife, and I have absolutely no interest in women... And what exactly is it that you’re trying to say."

Zhao Rong ignored him and continued, "They say our relationship is as close as can be, that we’re very good friends. Sure, the occasional argument is normal, life goes on, but there are certain lines that must be drawn clearly..."

Impatient, Gui retorted, "Just get to the point, will you?"

Zhao Rong said seriously, "We are good friends, and aside from wives, everything else can be shared. But regarding wives, there can’t be any mix-ups. So, please from now on, do not look at, listen to, or observe her inappropriately."

"..."

Gui was rendered speechless.

"Zhao Rong! Get lost!" the Sword Spirit roared, "I’ll say it again, I have no interest in women, and not in men either! All those stupid things you do with those idiotic women, I keep my senses shut to them, so you don’t need to bother warning me about anything...

"You don’t need to tell me, past, present, future, it’s all the same! So, go away and leave me be!"

Zhao Rong: "..."

Feeling bored, Zhao Rong turned around and looked up at the Taiching’s Talented List behind him.

He recalled Qing Jun sometimes liked to gaze at this great stele too when she passed by or waited at the entrance.

The stele was engraved with the names of every Taiching Four Mansions student who had completed their studies, along with their graduation age, Golden Core grade, and other textual information.

That stele had withstood countless storms and ages, with the names higher up being from even more distant times, so much so that it was uncertain in which historical period they were engraved.

And it seemed as if the flowing waters of time had left no significant marks upon it.

The stele stood firmly in place, its inscriptions still gleaming bright.