Even Chen Fangjie couldn’t help but admire, "I didn’t expect Shouzhe to have such a talent for poetry, even better than me by half a notch." Liua Yuanrui looked serious and stopped everyone, saying, "Everyone, hold on." "Huh?" All eyes turned to Liua Yuanrui. Yuan Rui, are you serious? Brother-in-law’s poem is already quite good; you still want to make it difficult for him? Liua Ruolei glared at him fiercely and disapprovingly, "Yuan Rui, don’t be too much." "Don’t misunderstand, don’t misunderstand." Liua Yuanrui quickly raised his hands in surrender, "Brother-in-law’s poem is indeed nice, but I feel it’s lacking something. Brother-in-law, is there possibly a second half to this poem?" Everyone was taken aback. Yuan Rui seemed to have a point; the poem seemed incomplete, leaving a lingering mood. Everyone looked questioningly at Wang Shouzhe. Wang Shouzhe wasn’t shy and continued to recite the second half of the poem: "Fearing my lovely wife flies with the wind, I deceived her saying the Celestial Palace is cold." Everyone was stunned, drawn into the mindset of the brother-in-law. Imagine, a Palace Guard waiting patiently for countless years, finally marrying the Divine Lady in the Mortal World – naturally a great thing. But he’s also worried that one day his beloved wife will ascend and leave him, so he resorted to deceiving her, saying the Celestial Palace is undesirable. This anxious and fearful feeling is fully displayed. "Good, what a well-crafted line fearing my lovely wife flies with the wind, deceived saying Celestial Palace is cold," Liua Yuanrui applauded repeatedly. The others joined in the applause. Then, Wang Shouzhe recited the long-stewed final line: "Holding hands with children tearfully awaiting, praying to share the pillow for ten thousand lifetimes!" As soon as this line was spoken, everyone was stunned, with visions of brother-in-law Wang Shouzhe holding the hands of his children, tearfully watching the Divine Lady sister about to ascend, very reluctant to part. Even employing the as-yet-unborn children as a tactic – isn’t that shameless? The last line was even more shameless, praying to share the pillow for ten thousand lifetimes. This means marrying him for this lifetime isn’t enough; she has to marry him for ten thousand lifetimes? How shameless. Indeed, there’s a poem as evidence: The Divine Lady’s Immortal Palace pities All the Living Beings Holding the spear in the Palace, guarding the long night Time cycles a thousand times Finally, the Mortal World connects the branch of love Fearing my lovely wife flies with the wind Deceived saying Celestial Palace is cold Holding hands with children tearfully awaiting Praying to share the pillow for ten thousand lifetimes Everyone fell silent; this poem isn’t exactly a world-shattering masterpiece. But today’s theme is, after all, praising their sister Ruolan more eloquently. Undoubtedly, Liua Yuanrui’s poem was very praiseworthy and lofty. Get full chapters from 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝘯𝘦𝘵 But Brother-in-law’s poem... This is no longer praising. Yet they are, after all, husband and wife, and his groveling skills are so masterful, so smooth and natural. This brother-in-law is truly a rare talent in the world of silver tongues. "Alas~" Chen Fangjie sighed with hands behind his back, looking up, "I used to think my own groveling skills were unmatched. But compared to Shouzhe, it’s like the difference between clouds and mud. I acknowledge defeat! I bow in admiration!" "Boo hoo~" Liua Yuanshan began to cry, sobbing grievously. "Brother Yuanshan, why are you crying?" "Brother Yuanshan, what have you realized?" "I understand why I can’t get a wife." "Brother Yuanshan, since you’ve realized it, there’s still hope. Keep it up." "There’s no hope for me," Liua Yuanshan cried, tears flying as he ran away, shouting forlornly, "Because in this lifetime, I’ll never be able to create such shameless and ridiculously saccharine Y poems D words... boo hoo~" His figure, along with his crying, gradually faded until it disappeared. Watching his retreating figure, everyone couldn’t help but reflect, Brother Yuanshan, not being able to get a wife isn’t just because you can’t compose Y poems. Then everyone acknowledged Brother-in-law Wang Shouzhe; they could never match such groveling skills in poetry. Even some of the sisters-in-law started getting out paper and pens, blushing deeply as they copied the poem. Although the poem wasn’t about them, savoring it every night was certainly wonderful. Holding hands with children tearfully awaiting, praying to share the pillow for ten thousand lifetimes. Brother-in-law is so naughty, hehe~ Even Liua Yuanrui gave a deep bow to Wang Shouzhe, "Brother-in-law, I am convinced." "Hehe~ My pleasure, my pleasure. Yuan Rui, you’re still young," Wang Shouzhe, not thin-skinned, patted his shoulder earnestly, "When you grow up, your skills will certainly match mine." "Hey, where’s Ruolei? She was quite spirited earlier; how come she’s suddenly gone? I still wanted her to lead the way." "Forget it! Hand out the red envelopes." Immediately, a whole box of red envelopes was brought in, distributed to the brothers- and sisters-in-law, nieces and nephews, and various younger generations. "Brothers, come with me to welcome the bride." With a wave, Wang Shouzhe’s Wang Family brothers responded thunderously, and a spirited group headed toward the back courtyard. Three checkpoints had been passed, and so elegantly. Naturally, there would be no further obstruction with so many red envelopes distributed. As Wang Shouzhe and his group headed for the back courtyard, the maid Qiao’Er had already reported the poem back, her speed truly incredible, coming and going like the wind. Along with her was Liua Ruolei, who huffily remarked, "Brother-in-law is too much, wanting not only to marry sister for this lifetime but also to cling to her in every lifetime, such greed knows no bounds." With this remark, everyone in the room looked straight at her.