What an unexpected surprise!
Whoever composed a poem in the garden quickly had it presented to Dai Hanbo.
Marrying a wife in order to bring joy to his grandmother, Dai Hanbo was bound by duty, but he also had his own requirements: his future wife must be exceptionally talented in poetry or art. As for her appearance, Dai Hanbo hadn't yet paid much regard to that.
What mattered more to him was the soulful connection.
Poetic verses dashed off by the young ladies were all brought to Dai Hanbo. He leafed through them one by one, yawning and sleepy, utterly bored.
Was it so difficult to find a woman of true talent and learning to be his wife?
"Third Young Master, a few more poems have been delivered!"
Dai Hanbo waved his hand, indicating to the servant to place them on the desk, and picked up a book to browse at random.
Seeing this, the servant left to stand guard by the small gate.
