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

Li Xueyan was utterly surprised. She believed these poems were the unpublished works of lesser-known talents that Changle had collected recently.

Never could she have imagined that the consort actually wrote them?

Turning to look at Su Li, Li Xueyan’s expression became quite complex. Her initial impression of Su Li had been favorable, but that was mostly limited to his handsome appearance and his kindness towards Changle.

A consort, after all, only needed these two qualities. What more could she expect?

However, Li Xueyan hadn’t anticipated that Changle’s consort would be a remarkably talented individual whom she even admired!

At this realization, Li Xueyan couldn’t help but regard Changle with admiration and respect, devoid of any jealousy. For women like them, being able to find a place in their hearts, to realize their dreams was the ultimate fortune!

Li Xueyan genuinely felt happy for Changle.

“These poems each possess an enduring quality that could be passed down through generations. Why not present them at a poetry gathering for the sisters to appreciate?”

After a brief distraction, Li Xueyan recalled this matter again. Originally, if Changle had been unwilling to step out, she wouldn’t have insisted.

However, after encountering these poems, Li Xueyan found it hard to hold back. Works of such timeless value shouldn’t be kept hidden. In her opinion, it would be a great loss to the literary world of the Tang Dynasty!

Changle’s eyes sparkled, and she couldn’t help but purse her lips.

As the saying goes, the wealthy and famous should not shy away from their homeland, just as embroidered robes shine at night.

Whenever her husband composed poems for her, Changle would experience a similar feeling. Her husband’s indifference to fame and fortune, his preference for her company over mingling with literature, naturally brought her joy. However, Changle didn’t want her husband to remain so detached from recognition and worldly success. After all, her husband’s exceptional talent could effortlessly make him renowned.

What woman didn’t have a hint of vanity?

But Li Xueyan, marveling at these poems alone, brought immense joy to Changle. If her husband’s poems could be shared with the world…

Then, people everywhere would recognize her husband’s literary brilliance!

Thinking of this prospect, Changle felt incredibly delighted.

The most practical and effective method was undoubtedly participating in a poetry gathering. The sisters at these events all hailed from the most influential families in the Tang Dynasty and held significant sway.

With their support, these poems were sure to rapidly gain popularity.

However, on second thought, if she were to attend the poetry gathering alone, basking in the flattery and admiration of the sisters while leaving her husband at home…

Changle began to hesitate.

Observing Changle’s expression of indecision, Su Li couldn’t help but smile inwardly. Although he needed to earn points, spending time with Changle was his top priority.

After all, Changle was his dearest wife, and compared to her happiness, point accumulation ranked second in Su Li’s heart.

He wasn’t that selfish yet to cut off Changle from any social interaction. This would be terrifying for any normal person. Even before Su Li could respond, Li Xueyan spoke up.

“How about hosting the poetry gathering at your Princess Mansion?” Li Xueyan suggested again, noticing Changle’s thoughts. She was perceptive and understood Changle’s predicament.

Knowing how deeply Changle and Su Li were in love, Li Xueyan couldn’t help but envy their genuine affection. She also felt genuine admiration for their candid emotions.

However, she genuinely didn’t want these exquisite poems to go unnoticed. It would be a waste! Changle didn’t want to be separated from Su Li, making this issue easy to address.

Choosing the Princess Mansion as the venue for the poetry gathering was a solution. As Su Li owned the Princess Mansion, his appearance at the gathering would be natural.

Li Xueyan’s suggestion fueled Changle’s excitement. Changle looked at Su Li and said softly, “Husband…”

Su Li couldn’t help but touch Changle’s head and smiled, saying, “If you want to do it, go ahead. Whatever you do, your husband supports you!”

This sweet and naive demeanor amused Su Li. He didn’t have any reason to reject the idea. His thoughts were quite straightforward. He never had intentions of concealing anything.

With his current abilities, to be blunt, he had the power to do as he pleased in this era. Whatever he wanted to do, he could follow his heart. Even Changle, who interacted with him daily, didn’t fully grasp this concept.

After all, no matter how intelligent Changle was, she couldn’t possibly understand that he was a time traveler with a system.

Li Er begged him to join the army and fight for the country, but Su Li was hesitant…

While Su Li played the role of a scribe to make his wife happy, she interpreted it as his indifference to fame and fortune.

This kind of situation was something that Su Li couldn’t explain.

After receiving her husband’s permission, Changle was immediately overjoyed.

Her vanity didn’t solely drive her motivation. It was mainly because she genuinely didn’t want her beloved husband to remain obscure.

Back when she was seriously ill, bedridden, unable to speak, and unconscious, the emperor had chosen her husband to come to the Princess Mansion. He was called a consort, but everyone in Changan knew that he was merely a tool for ceremonial occasions.

She knew that her husband’s fate would have been bleak if she hadn’t recovered. Even in her unconscious state, she could sense the dire circumstances he would face.

No need to ask. At that time, everyone thought her husband was unlucky. But with her husband’s devoted care, Changle eventually woke up, and the emperor rewarded him, officially making him a consort.

Because of his former identity, most people envied and resented him, thinking he was just a fortunate opportunist.

But who could see that her husband cared for her tirelessly while she was bedridden, day and night, without even bothering to change his clothes?

No one else could comprehend the depth of her feelings for her husband. In their eyes, everything he had was due to his status as a consort.

But how could they know her husband’s true nature? A warrior capable of great feats, strong enough to throw an elephant.

They were also oblivious to her husband’s exceptional skill in poetry, far surpassing those so-called talented poets.

Whenever she thought about these things, Changle felt unjust toward her husband. Her husband was clearly outstanding, so why were people only talking about his luck?

In reality, she was the lucky one. Facing other matters, Changle could remain composed, but when it came to her husband, she couldn’t stay calm.

She felt aggrieved for her husband. He was far more remarkable than others perceived.

To rectify this, she decided to host a poetry gathering to clear her husband’s name.

Weren’t they all saying her husband was a useless peasant? Well then, let them see who was truly useless!