My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 152 - 137 The Wife of a Confucian Scholar

Chapter 152: Chapter 137: The Wife of a Confucian Scholar

Chapter 152: Chapter 137: The Wife of a Confucian Scholar

The long-haired woman’s voice was soft, her question curious.

At that moment, the group was climbing the mountain, chatting in pairs or small groups.

But as soon as these words were spoken,

the air suddenly went quiet.

Most people’s gazes unanimously turned toward Zhao Lingfei.

At this moment, Zhao Lingfei had drifted away from the crowd, walking alone at the edge of the mountain path, slightly tilting her head, lost in admiration of the delicate Purple-clothed Flowers, her white robe starkly contrasting with the crimson-colored flower forest.

The onlookers had varying expressions, but it seemed that not many showed signs of surprise.

It must be that many people within the residence had already heard the rumors, yet they had never been confirmed by the person involved.

Ning Ying, who was casually talking with someone, suddenly stopped speaking, turned her head, her beautiful eyes fixed on the silent Zhao Lingfei,

and began to size her up carefully.

In her memory, Zhao Lingfei used to dislike wearing the standard white robe of Taiching Prefecture students.

Before she had returned to her hometown at the beginning of the year, Zhao Lingfei often wore brightly colored clothes.

Especially red.

For a while, if a woman in the residence wore a red dress, she would particularly attract attention because many men knew there was a woman who loved wearing red.

But ever since Zhao Lingfei returned from what seemed to be called Great Li,

her entire attire had become more modest.

The light, delicate makeup she often wore was no longer seen.

Now, she always appeared with a natural face, like a lotus just out of the water.

Well, although she was still extremely beautiful, she had lost some of her luster, and her whole being seemed somewhat dimmed.

Right, and the dark-colored Jade Token that she had always worn at her waist since they met was also gone; she used to keep it close at all times and would often wipe it with an embroidered handkerchief while biting her lip, lost in thought.

She had thought it was a keepsake left by her family, but now it seemed…

Ning Ying raised an eyebrow, her gaze shifting upward.

And then,

the most thought-provoking and a major basis for the gossip within the residence was her hair pinned up.

Pinning up hair is also called binding hair.

In the mainstream traditions of the Xuanhuang Realm, there was no mandatory requirement for hairstyles after a woman got married; it could change at the woman’s discretion.

But,

Confucian tradition demanded otherwise.

In Du You City, there was a Confucian Academy, thus the customs of Confucius were well known to many in the city, and Ning Ying had also heard of them.

A Confucian scholar’s wife must pin up her hair, which is a way to maintain proper decorum.

In the basic etiquette of Confucianism, there are many stipulations about how hair should be pinned up.

Unless she committed some serious mistake, it was not permissible to let down one’s pinned-up hair in front of others.

Only her husband could undo her hair.

And the hair must be neatly and elegantly pinned, not just casually arranged.

Ning Ying looked playfully at Zhao Lingfei’s bound hair.

It was neatly and elegantly arranged, held simply with a wooden pin without any other gold or silver ornaments, just as simple as her current attire, which the Confucian rules did not seem to dictate…

It is said that Confucian tradition demands women to pin up their hair and maintain a dignified demeanor because it is a woman’s duty to manage household affairs and also a symbol of status, a vow declaring that from their hair to their toes, they are under their husband’s jurisdiction after marriage.

Ning Ying scoffed at this, dismissing it as nonsensical moral teachings.

However…

Ning Ying’s smile carried a playful air.

So, Zhao Lingfei’s husband, is he a Confucian Scholar?

Her smile still lingered on her lips.

“Little Lingfei, is what Sister Yu’er said true?”

Since Sister Yu’er had asked the question, Zhao Lingfei had been silent, not making a sound, still lost in admiring the flowers, her lotus steps unceasing.

Thus, no one could see her expression.

At this moment, Ning Ying spoke again, and since nobody else was talking, her voice was clear and distinct.

All eyes were now on Zhao Lingfei, who was tilting her head to the side.

In a heartbeat.

Two breaths.

Three breaths…

Fortunately, this time they did not have to wait too long.

The next moment, Zhao Lingfei had already turned her delicate head.

The woman with her hair coiled up smiled sweetly.

“Mhm.”

The crowd was momentarily stunned.

It was not just her rarely seen radiant smile that had caused this reaction but also her response.

Among the crowd, some men remained composed, smiles still on their handsome faces, but their eyes flickered, blinking away the slight soreness from staring too long, and they turned their heads away from the woman they had long known was out of their reach.

Many others gasped slightly, caught in a state of shock.

What was heard in rumors and what was admitted by the person involved were completely different matters.

Now they had finally confirmed it.

Zhao Lingfei was married!

This would definitely become a hot topic of conversation among the Taiching Four Mansion’s residents during leisure times.

The first person to ask, Sister Yu’er, widened her lovely eyes. She licked her lips and was about to ask more questions that people were curious about, such as… that Confucian scholar… which Reading Seed of the Academy was he?

But Sister Yu’er’s gaze collided with the indifferent look from Ning Ying, and she immediately shut her mouth.

The air suddenly fell into an awkward silence.

“Alright,” Ning Ying smiled, walked over, and took Zhao Lingfei’s hand, beaming.

“Today is Sister Yao’er’s and Brother Cheng’s wedding day. Let’s hurry up. The ceremony is about to start.”

The crowd unanimously agreed and quickened their steps up the mountain.

Ning Ying glanced at Zhao Lingfei’s expression, which was the same as before, cold and serene, as if nothing had happened.

She coughed softly, looked around, and suddenly brought up a topic:

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“I didn’t expect that Xinran Sect managed to have connections with the Purple-clothed Lady, enough to borrow You Mountain for half a day. I’ve never seen the Purple-clothed Lady at Star-picking Tower… Joining Xinran Sect doesn’t seem too bad, Little Lingfei, why don’t you join after you graduate?”

Zhao Lingfei smiled and did not reply.

——————

Beneath You Mountain.

Zhao Rong returned to the carriage area of Lu Wan.

Seeing that Lu Wan had not yet returned, he also left.

He found a tavern very close to the entrance below You Mountain.

After entering and ordering a cup of tea, he looked around and, indeed, saw a cultivator casting the Mirror Flowers Water Moon spell, watching the Daoist couple ceremony atop You Mountain.

It was a ten-foot-square water curtain in the center of the hall.

Zhao Rong approached, focused his gaze.

The flowing water curtain displayed a clear view of the entire Wangque Platform on You Mountain.

Zhao Rong squeezed into the crowd, looking up.

After waiting for a moment, he indeed found that slender figure among a group of people arriving leisurely.

He did not bother with the other people at the ceremony.

His gaze locked onto Qing Jun.

The perspective from the water curtain was a tilted, looking down view. Although very clear, it was somewhat distant, only allowing him to see Qing Jun’s general appearance, not her specific expressions.

But Zhao Rong felt that was enough.

Watching her quietly like this brought him peace.

After being separated for almost half a year, he had finally found her.

Zhao Rong looked at the pair of Jade Tokens at his waist and smiled gently.

Sometime later.

Within the water curtain.

Mist pervaded, celestial music rang out.

A group of fairy maidens danced with colorful ribbons, their sleeves fluttering.

The ceremony began.