Chapter 613: How Horrifying is a Confucian Scholar who Insists on Living Off a Woman, as Per Chapter 389
“Rong’er, are you saying… they did it on purpose?”
“There are two layers of aning,” Zhao Rong nodded.
With one finger, he gently tapped the small beauty’s furrowed jade nose twice:
“The first layer, as you wildly guessed, assus I have a special predilection, favoring won who appear aloof in public but are flirtatious, tender, and loving behind closed doors… cough, won like that.
“After all, I am a son-in-law living with my wife’s family; by their reasoning, I must inevitably feel sowhat subdued, maybe even a bit breathless in your and Qing Jun’s presence. Thus, for a fairy who admires and even worships to actively throw herself at and cling onto would give a sense of control over everything, an intoxication, the type you can’t give up once you’ve had a taste.
“So they handpicked one similar to as a token of sincerity.
“They made this Miss Su think I am her fated one, ready to fling herself into my arms. Well, to be honest, I don’t know whether Miss Su truly believes that or she’s just pretending, but I only believe half of every word that cos out of her mouth.”
Zhao Rong smiled, and with his large hand, he softly patted little Qian’er’s slender jade back.
Seeing her beloved calmly analyzing the situation, Zhao Qian’er stopped fussing, wrapped her arms around him, and listened peacefully with her small face.
“This Prince Li Xian is just outwardly giving a gift without any strings attached, so I can accept it with ease, appearing very sincere. However, behind this consideration and sincerity, there is a second layer of aning.
“That is… a little ‘friendly reminder’.”
Zhao Rong squinted his eyes and joked in a certain tone, “Mr. Zhao, to present you with a gift, we’ve gone through considerable effort to investigate. We understand you have a lofty and proud Sword Immortal Lady at ho. With your family situation and illustrious achievents now sowhat familiar to us, how about we beco friends since we’re so well acquainted?”
Zhao Qian’er’s pretty face abruptly turned cold, “They dare lay a finger on Miss? Dare to threaten us?”
Within the narrow staircase, Sword Qi filled the space, and the moonlight falling at Zhao Rong’s feet through the thin window paper occasionally outlined the shape of a Flying Sword sweeping by—yet Zhao Rong found it hard to catch sight of the Flying Sword with his naked eyes.
Zhao Rong looked around curiously.
He touched the cheek of the ‘spooked little kitten’ and shook his head with a smile:
“They’re not exactly threatening us, after all they are the ones who ca forward to give us gifts, seeking our favor. It’s a gesture of goodwill.
“It’s just that the whole situation in Great Li has been influenced by the sealing ceremony, ultimately controlled by , a seemingly insignificant outsider Confucian Scholar, which inevitably makes them feel uneasy.
“So, this is about bringing back to a position of so equivalence to them—preventing a situation where only I can control their fates, and they don’t even have a chance for a retaliatory strike that would end it all.
“Well, both sides being wary of each other ans our cooperation can be a bit more stable…”
Zhao Qian’er tilted her head, her delicate face nuzzling his rough palm.
With a proud tone, she scoffed:
“As if they dare touch a single hair on Miss’s head! Do they really think, as written in books, that only the unevolved are considered prodigies? Do they know how many powerful seniors from Taiching Prefecture support each prodigy, both openly and in secret?”
Zhao Rong’s eyebrows raised, as he asked nonchalantly, “Ah, how many seniors are protecting our Qing Jun?”
The little girl lifted her chin, listing them off by heart: “From Taiching Prefecture, there’s Old Master Liu, Teacher Bai, other Vice Mansion Masters who are quite fond of Miss, the designated Master of Tianya Sword Pavilion who shall marry Miss, and that very appreciative Old Master Zhao, the authoritative figure of the Zhao family lines in Wangque Continent from the Du You Zhao lineage…
“Rong’er brother, you and Miss, you are the honorable ‘Heavenly Destiny Mysterious Bird.’ Currently, in the Zhao family of Wangque Continent, only Miss remains as a prodigy of her generation; that young Zhao from Anling Country unfortunately fell, leaving Miss as the sole shining star. The young Great Minister of Punishnt from Sword Pavilion is a kin senior, and the Great Minister of Punishnt, who seems to have returned from Kuntu with a not-so-pleasant temper and a sword mark on his face, has a profound affection for our Zhao family. Not long ago, he even took the initiative to seek out Miss…”
Zhao Rong listened silently, morizing so nas in his mind.
With haughty pride, little Qian’er pointed a finger, “And there’s more…”
“What else is there?”
The little girl suddenly realized sothing, glancing at soone, “And… and… I won’t tell you, hmph.”
Zhao Rong cleared his throat with a cough; it turns out his wife’s connections were so strong.
Especially that young Great Minister of Punishnt, Zhao Qianqiu from Punishnt Mansion—he had a particularly strong impression of him, for on that day at Qingfeng Pavilion’s ferry crossing, he had been fearlessly tough and had saved a silly little Fox Demon. He wondered whether this temperantal young Great Minister of Punishnt with a sword mark on his face still rembered him…
Additionally, a few days ago, Zhao Rong rembered Qing Jun ntioning the Great Minister of Punishnt had looked for her.
At that ti, Qing Jun said the old senior sought her mainly to apologize for past incidents involving Jiang Chebai at You Mountain.
In general, Zhao Rong and Qing Jun didn’t really discuss such “professional” matters in their private ti, with more mundane conversations like, “Why are you dressed so warmly, my lady? Are you cold? Co here! Let hug you.” However, since this involved a harmless rival in love, Qing Jun had made it clear what the Great Minister of Punishnt was there for, perhaps to prevent any misunderstanding. This ward Zhao Rong’s heart at the ti—how naïve his wife was.
He had previously guessed about the support of these seniors, which up to now had been unspoken; probably only Qing Jun’s little Qian’er was well aware of it all.
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