There was a flash of coldness in Rudolph's eyes as he heard sounds of warm praises around him. He could feel that this peom was meant as a counterattack. Stand together behind the tree? Hmph! There was faint smile on his face but he sneered. If Dudian had reached today's achievements and identity earlier on he may have considered him but after today he would not! He didn't think that Dudian will be an obedient and well-behaved son-in-law.
Dudian looked around at nobles. He covered his chest and stood as gentleman's in front of the crowd.: "This poem is called 'Oak'."
"Good poem, good poem!"
"Oak! Oaks seem to have disappeared a long time ago."
Nobles joined in to warmly applaud and praise him. In fact they sincerely exclaimed when they heard Dudian say the name of the poem. They knew that it was not an arbitrary writing of the lyrics but had an unusual meaning.
