My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 502 - 335 What ill intentions could Brother Rong’er possibly have? _2

Chapter 502: Chapter 335 What ill intentions could Brother Rong’er possibly have? _2

But before Zhao Rong could feel relieved, Lingfei paused in her speech and then lowered her eyelids, offering a shallow smile, "Yes, husband’s words must definitely be heeded as the most important advice in Qing Jun’s heart."

Zhao Qian’er tilted her head, pondered for a moment, and then seriously added, "I feel the same way."

Zhao Rong: "..."

He couldn’t help but twitch at the corner of his mouth. Advice? Right, as if saying it and not saying it were the same, nothing changes; she would still be stubborn when it came to it, right?

Zhao Rong was speechless, and then seriously said,

"Qing Jun, this way, I can’t carry out my duties as your husband. A ’lowly’ foolish wife, what if one day you stubbornly stray down a dead end, pursuing questions with single-minded determination? I’d be trailing behind you, unable to pull you back. This, this life would be unbearable."

Lingfei, upon hearing this, was not annoyed, knowing that her husband was just venting in jest.

She smiled, saying nothing.

Zhao Rong glanced sideways at the back of his wife’s hand resting against his right cheek.

Her skin seemed even whiter and more radiant than during the day, approaching the shade of ivory, with a soft, obscure luster flowing over it.

It was perhaps because she was under the roof, bathed in the moonlight, that she appeared almost moon-like herself.

At that moment, Zhao Rong suddenly had a vague feeling that this obscure luster was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before...

Just then, Lingfei said softly,

"Rong’er, I think there is another possibility concerning human nature’s good and evil."

Zhao Rong’s thoughts were interrupted, and he looked up curiously, "What possibility?"

Lingfei’s autumnal eyes seemed like they were recalling something. The hand resting on Zhao Rong’s face straightened a finger, tender like a young onion shoot, and she lightly tapped him on the determined arc of his face with her upturned lips.

"Human nature is not innate but is like undyed silk—turns gray when dyed gray, yellow when dyed yellow. In the future, one must be wary of what one immerses oneself in. Yes, like sun-seeking flowers and plants, it requires the teachings of saints..."

Despite it being quite an interesting insight, Zhao Rong’s brows suddenly furrowed.

This... this is none other than the ’Plain Silk Theory,’ isn’t it? He was very familiar with it.

Back on the ferry at Qingfeng Residence, during his idle times, he would often read those Mo Family classics.

The ’Plain Silk Theory’ wasn’t unusual, but the key was, his ’academic dud’ of a wife, who hardly ever read anything other than cultivation classics and those forever unmasterable recipes and poetry collections; how had she begun to recite Mo Family teachings?

Learning about the Mo Family wasn’t prominent in the Wangque Continent, and Zhao Rong had hardly encountered a few Mo Xia along the way.

Yet now, he suddenly discovered that... perhaps his wife was also studying Mo teachings?

Studying Mo, foolish wife, you... how dare you!

How on earth was this acceptable?

As for the Mo Family, Zhao Rong was neutral and even friendly towards it. Yes, Mo Xia are great, the kind of friends worth making, the kind who would take a bullet for you.

But if someone close to him studied Mo teachings...

Zhao Rong was the first to object, feeling it absolutely necessary to pull her back.

The Mo Family preaches universal love, which means loving everyone equally, indiscriminately.

In simple terms, it means Moist people love others no differently than they love their parents.

That’s why Confucian Scholars often criticize it, stating ’Mo’s universal love equates to fatherlessness.’

Besides ’universal love,’ there were other notions in the Mo Family that made Zhao Rong gasp in fear.

Although Zhao Rong didn’t have much contact with descendants of the Mo Family, based on what he had read and heard in various bookstores and storybooks, he had come to a conclusion.

Mosto Mo Xia tend to be stubborn, pursuing righteousness and justice, or as Zhao Rong would say, they’re just plain old-fashioned gentlemen.

Perfect, isn’t this just like Qing Jun’s personality?

At this moment, seeing his wife who also liked wearing white clothes, Zhao Rong panicked.

Thinking of a certain possibility, he felt very troubled.

Who the hell taught my foolish wife to study Mo, who?!

Are they trying to make her ’love universally without a husband’? So terribly wrong!

Just then, the ’me too’ Qian’er, hearing her mistress’s words, again put on a serious face and nodded solemnly, "Yes, I also..."

"You also what, you blockhead!"

Zhao Rong blocked Zhao Qian’er’s mouth and ’ferociously’ glared at her.

Qian’er blinked her big eyes, looking at the displeased Rong’er, huh, how did he know Qian’er hadn’t understood anything and was just responding? Wow, so impressive.

Zhao Rong couldn’t help but interrupt, "Qing Jun, you... how many suns do you have?"

Lingfei, about to continue discussing the Plain Silk Theory which she thought made sense, saw this and, her finger pointing at his lips, blinked and said, "There’s only one man for me, husband."

Zhao Rong’s brow slightly relaxed, "Really? Don’t deceive me. It’s alright, speak your heart."

Seeing her husband’s intensely concerned gaze, Lingfei suddenly felt shy. She lowered her head without looking at him, burying her chin in her chest, and with a serious hum said, "Mhm."

It was really too much of the husband to make her say such words out loud; how could one not feel embarrassed...

"In Qing Jun’s heart... only husband has a place, only one sun."

Her smile was gentle, her voice soft, yet Lingfei forced herself to speak in an utterly tender tone, revealing the deep-seated affection and love that had always been hidden at the very bottom of her heart.

"Mhm mhm mhm."

From a certain girl whose mouth was covered.

Turning her head, Zhao Qian’er pushed down the hand Zhao Rong used to cover her mouth and crisply said, "I’m the same. Well, slightly different actually; I have two, one moon and one sun."

Well, this time it isn’t that she didn’t understand but pretended to; Rong’er, you shouldn’t cover my mouth!

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