Chapter 93:
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 She believed these poems were the unpublished works of lesser-known talents that Changle had collected recently.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 Xueyans 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 hadnt anticipated that Changles consort would be a remarkably talented individual whom she even admired!
At this realization, Li Xueyan couldnt 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 wouldnt have insisted.
However, after encountering these poems, Li Xueyan found it hard to hold back. Works of such timeless value shouldnt be kept hidden. In her opinion, it would be a great loss to the literary world of the Tang Dynasty!
Changles eyes sparkled, and she couldnt 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 husbands indifference to fame and fortune, his preference for her company over mingling with literature, naturally brought her joy. However, Changle didnt want her husband to remain so detached from recognition and worldly success. After all, her husbands exceptional talent could effortlessly make him renowned.
What woman didnt have a hint of vanity?
But Li Xueyan, marveling at these poems alone, brought immense joy to Changle. If her husbands poems could be shared with the world
Then, people everywhere would recognize her husbands literary brilliance!
Thinking of this prospect, Changle felt incredibly delighted.
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 couldnt explain.
After receiving her husbands permission, Changle was immediately overjoyed.
Her vanity didnt solely drive her motivation. It was mainly because she genuinely didnt 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 husbands fate would have been bleak if she hadnt 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 husbands 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 husbands true nature? A warrior capable of great feats, strong enough to throw an elephant.
They were also oblivious to her husbands 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 couldnt 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 husbands name.
Werent they all saying her husband was a useless peasant? Well then, let them see who was truly useless!
