Chapter 78 - 65, Good Times
Chen Wenzong stood by the desk, cradling the Xuan paper as he silently recited lines of poetry about autumn, serene as jade.
For some reason, a sense of regret and melancholy welled up within him.
What he regretted was that, apart from the line "Withered vines, old trees, crows at dusk," all the other lines of poetry were incomplete. While each line was exquisite on its own, they still lacked a complete artistic conception and couldn’t be considered complete works.
Just as Chen Wenzong was about to put down the Xuan paper, he picked it up again... It was precisely these incomplete lines that made him itch with an uncontrollable curiosity.
He examined the calligraphy of the poems—graceful and elegant; certainly not written by the Princely Heir.
Chen Wenzong recalled when the maid had pulled back the curtain before; it was Princess Bai Li who was writing. Could it be her work? If he saw Princess Bai Li again, he would definitely ask what the completed versions of these poems were like.
This legitimate eldest son of Luocheng Chen Mansion was so captivated by the poetry that he completely forgot that his brother, Chen Ji, was also at the gathering.
"Brother, what’s wrong? Why are you standing there motionlessly?" Chen Wenxiao asked.
"Uh? I was looking at poetry," Chen Wenzong replied, snapping back to reality.
At that moment, Lin Chaojing also stood up and strolled over, curious about what Chen Wenzong was holding. "Is it the poetry written by that Princely Heir? Back at Donglin Academy, I had advised him not to fool around, but he just wouldn’t listen..."
As Lin Chaojing was speaking, he caught sight of the nine lines of poetry in Chen Wenzong’s hands and paused, stunned.