Chapter 433: Chapter 433

433: Chapter 420: Senior Sister and Wife 433: Chapter 420: Senior Sister and Wife That night was refreshingly cool.

In the simply furnished pool garden, steam lingered above the water, with petals drifting over the little pathway paved with white stones, accompanied by the gentle flow of the hot spring.

The young Heavenly Seal Sword Master leaned back in the warm waters of the spring, with neatly folded soft robes placed on a bamboo rack nearby.

He slightly closed his eyes, his brow and eyes revealing rare peace and relaxation.

The sound of the bubbling spring waters was interrupted by a delicate set of footsteps.

The man in the bath lifted his gaze and from afar, he saw a woman in white with long hair, holding a cup of tea as she approached.

She was barefoot, her jade-like feet stepping over the white stones and clear water, her wide sleeves fluttering elegantly, a sight too beautiful to behold.

“Senior Sister?” the man’s voice showed surprise, “It’s time for sword cultivation at this hour, why are you…”

Yun Rong settled herself with ease beside him on the jade stone, poured a cup of the freshly brewed tea, and handed it to him.

The man took the cup of tea in a daze, holding it in his hands without drinking.

“I have a problem that I cannot figure out today, so I’m not cultivating the sword,” Yun Rong said, bending over to dip her hands into the warm waters of the bath, gently lifting her husband’s wet hair with Spiritual Power to disperse the moisture, and personally tying his hair into a high ponytail convenient for bathing.

He almost couldn’t hold the tea cup steady in his hand.

Usually, he attended to his bathing and dressing, morning grooming, all by himself.

Yun Rong was naturally lazy, so her serving tea and tying hair like today was truly unprecedented.

He was a bit uncomfortable with her sudden change, cleared his throat, and said, “Senior Sister, what is troubling you?”

“I’ve been thinking lately, as the wife of the Sect Master, I might have been neglecting my duties,” Yun Rong said, leaning over.

He thought it would be some serious matter.

He chuckled softly, “Senior Sister, you’re worrying over nothing.

My Senior Sister has been looking after me as I grew up; you’ve always been very kind to me, where does the question of neglecting duties come from?”

While saying it thoughtlessly, Yun Rong felt it was all wrong.

In his words, she came off more like an old nanny who had watched a child grow up.

Indeed, she was a whole twenty years his senior.

When she became the Fourth Sword of Tianxi, he wasn’t even born yet…

Now she was his wife, and he was her lord.

But why did it feel like their relationship had never changed since the beginning?

She never thought of tending to the trivial matters of his life, believing that as the Sect Master, the World Sword, how could he not take care of himself?

As his wife, all she needed to do was wield her sword and guard the righteous ways of the Mortal World for him.

But then again, even if she were not his wife, as the Fourth Sword of Tianxi, didn’t she have the responsibility to protect him?

Upon reflection, what was the significance of their marriage?

Was it just because of the old Sword Master’s decree, a marriage by command, causing his rightful position as husband to be merely nominal?

In the past, she didn’t feel much about it, but today’s visit to the Cold Spring made her suddenly realize her negligence.

Yun Rong watched as the man before her slowly raised the tea to his lips.

The hot tea barely touched his lips when his brow imperceptibly wrinkled, and he put down the cup in his hand.

“What’s the matter?” she asked.

He touched the corner of his lips bewilderedly with his finger, then pursed his lips and said, “It’s nothing serious.

It’s just that I’ve been dry and hot recently.

I didn’t realize I had a cracked lip until the tea burned it.”

Yun Rong fell into a subtle silence, not speaking for a long time.

It wasn’t until he blew on the tea in his cup and drank it cool that she made a shocking proposal, “Junior Brother, why don’t I find you a concubine?”

At this, Fang Geyu was by now completely in awe of the Tianxi Sword Sect’s rightful lady.

The man leaning against the spring stone nearly slipped and almost submerged himself; he choked on a few mouthfuls of spring water and said with a faintly flushed face, “Senior Sister, have you been drinking tonight?

What drunken nonsense are you talking about?”

Yun Rong herself realized her words were inappropriate and apologized with slight embarrassment, “Sorry, I misspoke.

Taking a concubine is indeed not very good.”

He patted his startled chest and said, “Senior Sister, you shouldn’t joke around late at night.”

Yun Rong continued, “What do you think about taking another secondary wife?”

The tone was very caring, and the young man was thoroughly alarmed.

Suddenly, he stood up from the spring, crystal-clear droplets trailing down his chest.

He looked annoyed, a rare sight for him, “Have I done something wrong to anger Senior Sister?

To the point where you would waste the perfect time for sword practice to make such a pointless attempt to test me?”

Yun Rong hadn’t expected such a strong reaction from him.

He got up so suddenly, she saw him clearly unguarded and close at hand.

Her face heated up slightly, her gaze uncomfortably averted as she said, “I’m not angry with you.

I was serious about what I said today, and I even asked Junior Brother Ye on the way here.

He told me no man in the world does not like taking concubines or wives.

I thought Junior Brother would be happy.”

There wasn’t a trace of happiness to be seen on this man’s face.

He frowned sternly, “Senior Sister actually listens to that playboy’s nonsense?”

Seeing his genuine anger, Yun Rong was taken aback and a little troubled, “So you’re unwilling?”

His subtle trouble expressed was truly enough to fuel his anger, even the usually good-natured him clenched his fists tight but then helplessly let go.

The spring waters in the bath rippled gently and the handsome man did not answer whether he was willing or not; he just quietly took a couple of steps forward, bending over to grasp the foot that peeked out from beneath her skirt by the edge of the pool.

Seated on the stone, Yun Rong instinctively retreated.

But then she thought, this man was her husband after all, and the foot she had withdrawn under her skirt slowly came out again and she placed it willingly in his palm, showing a rare touch of compliance.

The annoyance in his eyes had already vanished, his gaze as he bowed his head was like the still waters of a quiet stream.

When she came, she was without shoes, and the petals that inadvertently stuck to her feet as she walked over the white stone pathway were plucked away one by one by his fingers.

After the petals were removed, he scooped up a handful of the hot spring water and carefully, tenderly washed away the fine sand on her feet.

As his fingertips grazed the arch of her foot, it tickled.

Yun Rong curled her foot slightly, her toes resembling a delicate and fair crescent moon, she said, “I, as your wife, should be the one doing this for you.”

But he didn’t mind much, “It makes no difference who does it for whom.”

He gently immersed her feet in the hot spring water and, standing up, wrapped an arm around her waist.

Yun Rong was surprised by his action but didn’t resist or repel, her body leaning back slightly, her arms propping her up against the green stone behind her, allowing him to nestle his head into her bosom.

He pressed his ear against her calm and peaceful heartbeat, closing his eyes and saying, “From the wedding ceremony to raising a family together, just having Senior Sister is good, only my wife matters.”

Yun Rong stiffened slightly and with an almost imperceptible soft “hm,” she responded.

Today, this single term ‘Senior Sister, my wife’, why does it feel a bit hot to hear?

Looking at the couple embracing under the night, Fang Geyu finally understood why Yun Rong, with her wildly carefree nature, would marry him.