After Marrying a Vegetative Princess, I Went Crazy With Joy!

In an instant, Li Xueyan was struck by this poem, freezing in place. The gentle breeze caused the papers on the desk to flutter, revealing numerous sheets filled with written words.

Li Xueyan swiftly reached the desk, bending down to take a look. On that stack of papers, astonishingly, every single one was filled with verses.

With a fleeting glance, a look of intense disbelief crossed Li Xueyan’s eyes.

She turned her head towards Changle and asked, “May I take a look?”

Changle looked at Su Li, who smiled and nodded cheerfully at Li Xueyan.

At this moment, Li Xueyan’s thoughts were engrossed in the poem, oblivious to her friend’s small gesture. After receiving permission, she eagerly picked up the poems from the table, one by one.

Each piece, and then another.

The poems weren’t lengthy, just a few lines.

Yet almost every page of paper left Li Xueyan astounded, causing her to pause for a while. Of these verses, many were about love, with a few describing landscapes.

Regardless of the theme, every poem invariably contained a line that struck the soul, an unforgettable quatrain!

Flipping through, Li Xueyan closed her eyes for a while, savoring the essence of these poems. Subsequently, she started from the beginning again.

This time, she not only read them but also silently recited them.

“Once the boundless sea turns trivial, except for Wushan, clouds can’t compare…”

“Gazing at the dawn sky, observing clouds at dusk, whether walking or sitting, thoughts of my beloved linger…”

“Tonight, I only shine the silver basin, fearing our meeting might be a dream…”

“Amidst three thousand rivers, I take only a sip…”

“As I turn back, the person lingers where the lights dim…”

Every poem, an interplay between paper and heart, left her trembling.

Such exquisite lines!

Such profound imagery!

Such… poignant life experiences!

In her hands, every poem felt as heavy as a ton.

After reading through them consecutively, Li Xueyan closed her eyes and felt a wave of melancholy.

She returned the poems to the desk, her expression somewhat downcast, lost in thought. Li Xueyan’s discerning taste was evident. She could naturally recognize the value of these poems. What puzzled her was the poetic imagery, especially within the love poems.

Nearly every piece was about a man’s yearning and affection for a woman. The deep-seated emotions conveyed in those words were unforgettable, evoking heartfelt sadness and tears. Even the poems about landscapes, whether vivid and delicate or infused with sentiment, carried a touch of sorrow.

Regardless, each one could genuinely be considered a masterpiece!

These were not just beautiful verses. They were heartfelt compositions!

Without any hesitation, Li Xueyan formed her own judgment.

Examining the bold, upright, and vigorous font, Li Xueyan was once again amazed.

After scrutinizing it multiple times, she had already figured it out. This handwriting was natural, done in one stroke, and was not an imitation. It was undoubtedly the work of a distinctive calligrapher…

In an instant, an image of an extremely affectionate and talented man leaped into her mind. Whether in calligraphy or poetry, its romantic essence was simply unparalleled!

Even if they had never met before, even without knowing their name…

In Li Xueyan’s heart, a sense of admiration for this man had already taken root. She cherished calligraphy and paintings, especially poetry.

Poetry and calligraphy, combined in excellence, surpassed even the most splendid landscapes in her eyes. They were truly remarkable!

Since she was young, Li Xueyan had dreamt that her future husband would be such a person. As she grew older and encountered numerous so-called talented individuals, this aspiration gradually faded.

People with extraordinary poetry and calligraphy skills did exist, with Yu Shinan being a prominent example. However, such figures were generally older.

Li Xueyan, as a member of the royal family, couldn’t possibly have any connection with these aging talents. Moreover, she was a proud person herself. Though many were elegant and talented, the young talents often left her unimpressed with their poetry, calligraphy, and paintings.

Undoubtedly, at this moment, Li Xueyan was suddenly moved. At the very least, she desperately wanted to know the identity of the author of these poems.

“Who is the author of these poems?” Li Xueyan couldn’t resist asking.

Changle tilted slightly towards Su Li and smiled, “Well, he’s far away in the sky, but also right in front of you!”

Throughout, Changle had been smiling at her best friend.

As the artistic essence of the poems surged, Li Xueyan’s emotions swayed, her expression tinged with sadness and melancholy. However, Changle’s heart was brimming with joy, even a hint of pride.

These days, Su Li occasionally wrote two poems to charm her. Even an outsider like Li Xueyan could discern the quality of those poems.

And how could Changle not know?

These poems were composed by her husband. Although he didn’t say it, Changle knew that those poignant love poems must have been written when she was bedridden. Every line of the poem revealed her husband’s adoration for her.

When Changle first read them, her emotions were hard to suppress, and tears fell often. But looking back now, her heart was brimming with joy.

Such poetic masterpieces were not merely superficial. They undoubtedly reflect deep thoughts and emotions, flowing naturally in a seamless composition.

If it weren’t for her husband’s deep affection, how could he have created these enduring works?

Changle simply adored her husband, who possessed such remarkable talent!

Unfortunately, her husband was always by her side every day, and he wrote poetry just to make her happy. Changle had tested him before, but Su Li showed little interest in gaining fame.

To the point where Changle often felt like she had a treasure but couldn’t display it to the world, her close friend in the women’s chambers inadvertently stumbled upon her husband’s poems, and Changle was secretly delighted.

Changle and Li Xueyan shared a close relationship, largely because they shared many interests and hobbies. When they were younger, they often fantasized together about the qualities they wished for in their future partners. And her husband perfectly fulfilled all of Changle’s fantasies about a husband!

Every time she reminisced about it, Changle felt that her luck had reached an unprecedented pinnacle. She was a royal princess, born with immense privilege and never needing to worry about her basic needs. The worries that ordinary women faced had no connection to her.

The only exception was that, regardless of how much Li Er loved her, she couldn’t have her way of determining her own marriage!

Throughout history, there had never been a princess who could freely choose a husband to her liking. Changle even felt incredibly fortunate. If she hadn’t fallen seriously ill, how could she have encountered such a perfect match as Su Li?

So, as she looked at the amazed expression on Li Xueyan’s face, Changle was immensely content, even feeling a small sense of pride.

The person behind these poems that left her best friend mesmerized was none other than her husband!