"Marquess, with that said, I actually do have an idea!"
"Have you taken a fancy to someone?" Marquess Zhuangyong asked in confusion.
"Marquess, don't ask who it is yet, I have a poem here. Would you please listen and give me your opinion?" the Marchioness said teasingly.
"Speak!"
The couple had always been deeply in love.
Moreover, with the great grandmother falling ill, the Marchioness personally took charge of everything. She felt not just affection for her elderly wife but also deep respect.
"Buds are wrapped in fresh snow, a solitary beauty that's hard to paint. There's a unique fragrance amidst the aroma, so pure and unaffected by the bitter cold. The horizontal flute accompanies sorrows, while the slanted branches lean close for the sick to behold. The north wind seems to understand, kindly refraining from any harm!" After the Marchioness finished reading, she looked towards Marquess Zhuangyong, "Marquess, what do you think?"
"This is a poem about the plum blossoms!"
