Chapter 92:

Chapter 92:

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 Xueyans 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 Xueyans thoughts were engrossed in the poem, oblivious to her friends small gesture. After receiving permission, she eagerly picked up the poems from the table, one by one.

Each piece, and then another.

The poems werent 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 cant 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!

Who is the author of these poems? Li Xueyan couldnt resist asking.

Changle tilted slightly towards Su Li and smiled, Well, hes 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 Xueyans emotions swayed, her expression tinged with sadness and melancholy. However, Changles 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 didnt say it, Changle knew that those poignant love poems must have been written when she was bedridden. Every line of the poem revealed her husbands 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 werent for her husbands 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 couldnt display it to the world, her close friend in the womens chambers inadvertently stumbled upon her husbands 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 Changles 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 couldnt 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 hadnt 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 Xueyans 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!