His Calligraphy Dao, having reached the Perfection Realm, made the four poems all the more dazzling.
As he unrolled them one by one, four distinct tableaus unfolded.
From time to time, a woman in red would appear in the illusory scenes.
It was none other than his wife, Xiao Jinghong.
Pei Guanli, Xiao Wuge, and the others watched with envy, clamoring for him to write them into a poem as well.
Chen Yi refused them all, and after finishing, he called it a day.
After instructing Xiaodie to have that mounter, Boss Dai, visit again after the Mid-Autumn Festival, he grabbed his homemade fishing rod and went straight to the pond.
Today was the Mid-Autumn Festival, a time for family reunion and joy.
As a live-in son-in-law, he was supposed to stay in his place and keep a low profile.
But just as Chen Yi finished putting bait on his hook, he heard Xiaodie's frantic voice from outside.
"Young Master, Young Master, something terrible has happened!"
