My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 491 - 331: Isn’t a Man’s Money Meant to be Spent on a Woman?_2

Chapter 491: Chapter 331: Isn’t a Man’s Money Meant to be Spent on a Woman?_2

At this moment, within the confines of a grand estate that spanned four courtyards, atop the roof of a room in the inner court, two figures, one tall and one short, sat side by side beneath the moonlit eaves.

Zhao Qian’er propped her little hands under her chin, her arms resting on her knees, tilting her little head up, her big, round eyes unblinkingly gazing at the moon rising over the distant sea.

The evening breeze blew, moistening the tips of her hair from her bath.

Zhao Qian’er had already changed from the goose-yellow dress she wore shopping during the day into a light pink nightgown.

The light pink nightgown was thin and fitted, showcasing her petite figure, exceptionally lithe and slender.

On closer thought, although Zhao Rong had called her a little girl, she was actually not that young anymore, her figure resembling a willow branch stretching in the spring breeze.

At the moment, as she sat on the eave, supporting her chin with her hands, the snug nightgown emphasized the curves of her growing body, particularly noticeable from the side, prompting an impressed sigh, "The little girl has grown up."

Yet the scene at that moment, especially the view from a certain angle on the rooftop, displayed a prominent landscape of ’seeing all hills,’ but there was no one to behold it.

Sitting next to Zhao Qian’er, Zhao Rong also sat on the eave, leaning back slightly, his hands propping him up from behind, half-closing his eyes as he stared into the distance and let the autumn wind brush against him.

He did not turn to witness the ’night view’ beside him.

Zhao Rong’s slightly damp hair was casually tied up, and he wore a newly washed autumn outfit made stitch by stitch by a woman who timidly fingered her threads when she lowered her head.

In a moment, the ’grown-up’ little girl leaning against his arm nudged him with her freshly bathed delicate body.

Though the rooftop was spacious, the two of them sat rather close together.

Zhao Rong remained unresponsive, only momentarily furrowing his brows before relaxing them again.

At that moment, he sniffed the fresh scent of Zhao Qian’er’s hair, exhaled gently, straightened up, and stretched, looking around the courtyard buildings.

This Qinglian Inn belonged to the Zhao family of the Great Chu. Strictly speaking, it was owned by his wife.

As the only descendant in the fourth house of the Zhao family of the Great Chu, Qing Jun was designated as the heir by the old matriarch.

She was, or perhaps already had become, the future mistress of the Zhao family of the Great Chu.

Whether in name or in reality.

Indeed, his wife was reserved and quiet and currently focused on her cultivation within the estate, not managing affairs.

Although the Zhao family of the Great Chu was a ’local power’ in a great dynasty at the foot of Wangque Continent, their family business was considerable.

Aside from this Qinglian Inn, Qian’er had mentioned that they owned several properties inside Du You City.

Below the mountains, the Great Chu also had its foundational territories to sustain it.

Of course, the forces that had developed in Du You City also fed back to the Great Chu region.

At the moment, the Zhao family businesses in Du You City were handled by the steward Zhao Kun.

This old steward, like the second house’s Tribute Li Bai and Zhao Rong’s mother, who always carried a sword, were from the old guard of the second house of the Zhao family, having watched him and Qing Jun Qian’er grow up.

Zhao Rong had roughly learned the situation from Qian’er.

He found that the Zhao family of the Great Chu and the Lin family from Lanxi were not much different.

The latter, because its base was the richly endowed Zhongnan Mountain and had recently divided the thousand-year-old cultivation heritage of Chong Xu Temple, taking over the medium-sized trading firm Zhongxiu Pavilion that operated throughout Wangque Continent, had grown significantly in power.

So, it seemed... his wife was a wealthy woman... and their family could also be considered landed gentry?

After a meticulous and logical deduction, Zhao Rong arrived at this conclusion.

But on a larger scale, whether it was the Zhao family of the Great Chu or the Lin family of Lanxi.

In the bustling and unparalleled You City of Yizhou, neither was too conspicuous.

However, Zhao Rong knew that the most important ’wealth’ of the Zhao family of the Great Chu wasn’t any of those mentioned above.

Instead, it was the little girl nudging him subtly by his side at this moment and Qing Jun, who was taking a bath in the boudoir.

Indeed, the Lin family from Lanxi was similar.

He had deeply realized this when he and his wife had just returned to the Qinglian Inn.

Previously, after Lingfei had brought him back with Qian’er, the servants had continuously followed her, reporting various invitations for social gatherings from the top-ranking families in You City.

But they were all gracefully declined by his wife, the excuse being that she had important matters in the evening.

Before Zhao Rong could ponder what his wife meant by important matters that evening, Qing Jun had already headed off for her bath without looking back.

Cough cough, of course not with Zhao Rong, that would have been truly bizarre.

On the rooftop, Zhao Rong sighed softly and looked up at the moon, reaching out with his hand spread wide.

He made a grabbing motion at the moon in the sky.

The cold moonlight slipped through his fingers, falling into Zhao Rong’s eyes.

Far on the horizon, yet close at hand, just like Qing Jun.

Just now, his wife hadn’t said a word before she went off to bathe and use incense, nor did she specify what exactly the important matter was tonight, or what the plans were, or where he was specifically supposed to sleep...

Fortunately, he had Zhao Qian’er, the affectionate little cotton-padded jacket, who promptly pulled her young lady along—no buts about it—and led her childhood friend and brother-in-law to the inner house.

To fetch his clothes for him, heat the water, and bathe.

Thus, after Zhao Rong had meticulously cleaned himself up, he was also brought onto the rooftop by the equally bathed Qian’er to enjoy the moon.

At that moment, Zhao Rong looked around but still could not find his wife’s graceful figure, nor did he know whether she had finished her bath.

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