My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 512 - 341 Truly Contains Yan Ruyu and Direct Ascension in the Book

Chapter 512: Chapter 341 Truly Contains Yan Ruyu and Direct Ascension in the Book

Zhao Rong entered the room and what filled his eyes was a warm pavilion filled with ancient texts and bamboo slips taking up most of the space.

He saw a refined young man sitting cross-legged among the piles of books, busily writing on a small low table.

Inside the room, the lighting was somewhat dim, suffused with an old book smell.

Yang Wuwei was still wearing the light blue casual wear he had worn when he went to Mochi Academy to find Zhao Rong, with a jade pendant hanging at his waist, simple and elegantly dressed.

At that moment, upon seeing Zhao Rong enter the room, he got up and walked through a ’twisted path’ between the piles of books to reach the window in the east, where he opened the window.

Instantly, sunlight invaded the room, illuminating the warm pavilion.

The breeze also followed, and in the air between the piles of historical books, countless dust particles danced.

Turning his head back, with clouds passing by the window behind him, Yang Wuwei smiled, "Junior Brother Zhao, you’ve come somewhat early."

Zhao Rong nodded, walked towards the window, and casually picked up a book on the history of some country from the pile, flipping through it quietly while saying, "I need to make a trip. I have to leave tomorrow, so I had to come early."

Yang Wuwei’s expression seemed slightly startled, "I see. By rights, Junior Brother should have left me waiting a bit longer."

The air quieted for a while, and the two exchanged a smile.

Yang Wuwei walked back to the desk and sat down, saying, "Junior Brother, where are you heading to?"

Standing by the window, Zhao Rong looked outside and casually said, "Great Li. There’s a Ritual Skill examination at the mid-month event, and I’ve been assigned to go there." ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

"Great Li?" Yang Wuwei murmured to himself, glanced at the pile of books beside him, and nodded, "Indeed very close."

Zhao Rong nodded, and under the sunlight, began to flip through the book he had casually picked up.

He raised his eyebrows, discovering it to be a dubious history, and saw many man-made annotations in it; the ink still looked quite fresh.

Zhao Rong looked up at Yang Wuwei.

The latter, unaware of what to do, continued searching for something within the pile of books.

Clearly, these annotations must have been done by the refined young man before him.

While searching through the pile, Yang Wuwei, sensing Zhao Rong’s gaze, said without looking up:

"Currently, the historical compilation in the tower still uses the official histories of various countries as the basis of record. This has been a universally accepted authoritative source of historiography among us Confucian scholars from ancient times until now."

"However, I was deeply inspired by the commentary analysis of the Nankang apocryphal history that Junior Brother previously examined, and it made me ponder deeply."

"So, I mimicked Junior Brother’s method and tried it out too, to see whether it might unearth some truths hidden or omitted in official histories, or serve as stronger supporting evidence for the official records. It’s just..."

He shook his head, looking earnestly at Zhao Rong, "The gains have been minimal, and I still feel far from grasping it, far behind Junior Brother’s analytical insights. Junior Brother, do you have a mature method, or is it just an intuitive act, perhaps based on personal experience that can’t be replicated?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Rong closed the book in his hands without expressing any opinion.

He turned to look outside the window; from this seventh floor, the view was expansive.

He could vaguely see the crowds at the foot of Linlu Mountain, various countries’ envoys gathering and forming a long, winding line of bearers climbing the mountain.

Zhao Rong suddenly remembered the advice Teacher Yan had given him at the bass banquet.

Looking out the window, he suddenly said, "Senior Brother Yang overpraises me. Indeed, the view here is quite nice... Umm, may I ask what business Senior Brother had in inviting me here?"

Yang Wuwei paused in his rummaging through the books, then continued, soon pulling a book from the pile, "Ah, here it is, found it."

He smiled, flipping the book to an ordinary page, and handed it to Zhao Rong.

"People from Great Li are quite interesting. Isn’t Junior Brother going to Great Li? If you’re interested, you should visit there, to resolve a tragic affair involving a woman of unsurpassed beauty."

Zhao Rong, freeing a hand, took the book and looked down at it for a while.

Soon, he couldn’t help but smirk.

Feeling, he had gained some knowledge.

This was a book containing the official history of the current era of the Great Li Dynasty, specifically the last few years.

Although it was the official narrative in archaic language, Zhao Rong understood it completely at a glance. The essence was:

The Imperial Family of Great Li had a princess of the royal blood, in the prime of youth, ranked just after the current Empress in beauty, bearing many flattering and beautiful titles.

Then, this princess who remained unmarried was deeply loved by Emperor Li, who allowed her to choose her own husband.

Yet, the princess was obsessed with poetry and books, idolizing the young talents of the Confucian academies, especially those from Linlu Academy.

Indeed, the book specifically stated it was Linlu Academy; those from the Siqi Academy in the south of Wangque Continent need not apply.

This beauty from Great Li even claimed she was willing to forsake her royal status and happily marry a talent from Linlu Academy as a concubine, or otherwise remain unmarried for life.

Emperor Li, being open-minded, agreed to this arrangement and even granted her a considerable dowry.

Nowadays, the princess of Great Li was living alone in a quiet, luxurious manor bestowed by Emperor Li outside the capital city, guarding a significant dowry, awaiting the day she might meet someone destined from Linlu Academy.

Zhao Rong glanced downward, the official record continued with details about the location of this luxurious manor where the ’princess of Great Li could be claimed upon registration’.

Holding it, one could simply search outside the capital city of Great Li according to the map...

At that moment, Zhao Rong closed the book and looked at Yang Wuwei, who was smiling at him, and corner of his mouth twitched.

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