For this reason, he himself wasn't particularly keen on poetry gatherings. In truth, even if Tang, Song, Yuan, and other dynasties had no place in this world, copying poems would still be immensely difficult. Without mastering classical Chinese writing, no matter how many poems might be copied, they would inevitably betray a shallow imitative nature, much less the higher art of parallel prose.
Chen Yi didn't consider himself a crude person, but in the eyes of the Commandery Princess, this husband seemed coarse—coarse beyond measure.
"Then how about I recite for you while you write?" After pondering briefly, Yin Tingxue proposed.
Chen Yi was already inclined towards this idea.
Thus, Yin Tingxue propped her hand on the table, her voice soft as she asked Chen Yi who he wanted to write to and what he wanted to convey. Upon learning that the letter was intended for the pregnant royal princess, Yin Tingxue fell silent for a moment.
