My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 508 - 339: Eating Soft Rice the Hard Way, Zhao Ziyu; Righteousness Embodied, Gu Yiwu

Chapter 508: Chapter 339: Eating Soft Rice the Hard Way, Zhao Ziyu; Righteousness Embodied, Gu Yiwu

Zhao Rong left Qing Jun’s boudoir and meandered around the back house.

Having rushed out the door, his black hair was still loosely hanging down, tied carelessly with a string. Underneath, he wore a white inner garment, and over it, he draped a blue Confucian robe, fastening the waist belt as he walked.

Suddenly, the sound of Qian’er’s footsteps and her crisp, melodious voice followed.

"Rong’er bro, wait for me, I’ll help you dress..."

Zhao Rong quickened his pace.

He dared not be alone with this little maid, especially since just last night he had placated his wife and taught her some swordsmanship moves and mnemonics.

Ah, in the end, he couldn’t help but give Qing Jun plenty of surprises.

Of course, Zhao Rong was kicked in the rear and tumbled off the bed. His buttocks still hurt a bit, but this exchange seemed to be a net win...

Remembering Qing Jun’s dumbfounded, shocked face from last night, Zhao Rong’s mouth twitched into a smile.

At the same time, he felt a bit guilty.

So he resolved to be an exemplary husband, not to make his wife unhappy during the day, his desire to live maxed out.

The ambitious lady’s dowry maid, please be mindful of yourself.

Along the way, Zhao Rong met many servants from Qinglian Inn in the corridors, who very perceptively called him "son-in-law."

Zhao Rong nodded and smiled in response.

Before long, he and Qian’er, who clung to him like a shadow, reached the rear house’s great hall.

What came into view in the empty great hall were three people.

Lingfei Zhao was there among them.

She sat upright at the center of the hall, her waist ramrod straight.

Besides her were a solemn-looking, tall old man resembling a steward,

and a lax-faced swordsman, clearly a master of his craft based on his demeanor.

At that moment, these two sat respectively to the right and left of Lingfei Zhao.

The tall old man slightly leaned forward, half-seated, reporting to Lingfei Zhao, who listened intently with a serious expression.

As for the swordsman, he stood behind a chair in a somewhat slouched manner, his hands stacked on the top of the chair’s back.

There, he was stretching and yawning, seemingly uninterested in what Lingfei Zhao and the tall old man were discussing.

Zhao Rong recognized the extra two individuals, though it had been a long time since they met.

The tall old man was the steward of the Zhao Family’s fourth house from Great Chu, where Qing Jun belonged, Zhao Kun, a bachelor.

Normally, people in the house called him Uncle Kun or Grandfather Kun.

The swordsman was like Zhao Rong’s own mother, a Tribute of the fourth house of the Zhao family, named Li Bai, also a bachelor.

They were both old folks left from the previous generation around Qing Jun.

About Uncle Kun, Zhao Rong, Qing Jun, and Qian’er, they were all quite afraid of him as children because the old man was always serious and meticulous in his duties.

However, Uncle Kun was extremely duty-bound. At least in Zhao Rong’s memory, he never took advantage of his age to bully the Young Master and always took diligent care of his own wife.

Just... in Zhao Rong’s memory, Uncle Kun seemed somewhat indifferent towards him, ah, or rather, apart from Qing Jun and Qian’er, the old man was mostly cold to outsiders.

Sometimes Zhao Rong wondered, all of them grew up together in the house, why did he treat him differently among the three?

Could it be because Zhao Rong bullied Qing Jun and Qian’er all the time when they were kids?

Oh, then it’s fine.

Zhao Rong nodded lightly.

At that moment, in the hall, after exchanging a few words with Uncle Kun, Lingfei Zhao turned to the yawning Li Bai:

"Uncle Li Bai, it would be trouble for you to make the trip then."

"No problem, Miss. You are too polite." Li Bai smiled brightly, waving his hand, "That rascal is supposed to head down the mountain these days to deal with the Great Li assessment, right? It happens to be on my way."

He paused, then turned his head to look at the quiet Zhao Kun.

"Our Qinglian Inn has some business in Great Li. I need to make a trip soon to take care of things. I’ll go down with Qian’er to the Great Li assessment, killing two birds with one stone."

Lingfei Zhao nodded her head. Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly turned to look at the hall entrance.

"Qing Jun, good morning."

Zhao Rong walked into the hall, looked around, and smiled, "Uncle Kun, Uncle Li Bai, long time no see."

Zhao Qian’er followed behind him, also chiming in crisply with a greeting.

Lingfei Zhao glanced at her husband, her eyes somewhat evasive.

She pressed her lips together and turned her face away, "Husband, good morning."

Zhao Kun glanced at Zhao Rong but continued to face Lingfei Zhao, nodding gently.

Li Bai then turned his head, sizing up Zhao Rong from top to bottom with a scrutinizing glance.

His face, covered in stubble and showing signs of being weathered by life, expressed disdain as he sneered, "Yo, isn’t this our Zhao Family’s runaway son-in-law, the one too proud to live off his wife. What brings you back today? Forget something? That’s just too bad, too bad."

Zhao Rong, unabashed, went straight up and sat on the chair Li Bai was leaning on, turning his head back.

Noticing that the familiar swordsman could still hold his sword while in that posture, ah, no doubt he was a master. freeweɓnøvel~com

Zhao Rong glanced at the ordinary-looking sword in Li Bai’s arms.

Then, with a stern face, he said, "Uncle Li, is that how you speak to your son-in-law?"

Li Bai: "..."

On the main seat, Lingfei Zhao couldn’t help but curl the corners of her lips slightly.

Zhao Qian’er giggled and hopped to the back of Zhao Rong’s chair, unceremoniously pushing Uncle Li aside, "Move aside, move aside, Uncle Li, don’t get in the way, I need to tie Rong’er bro’s hair."

Li Bai glared at Zhao Rong, then turned to the sycophantic little maid and complained, "Qian’er, you’re much too biased."

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