In the Northern Song Dynasty, he started by marrying the eighth daughter of the Su family.

Han Zhi was taken aback, only then remembering that Su Zhen was still standing there. He quickly and awkwardly hid the paper and pen behind his back once again.

“I think this poem is quite good,” Su Zhen said again, “but it contains both the phrase ‘urging one to get ready’ and the phrase ‘removing the fan.’ I just don’t know whether it’s about urging one to get ready or removing the fan?”

"I don't know." Han Zhi smiled and handed the paper with the poem written on it to Su Zhen.

"Please forgive me for my poor writing."

Su Zhen held the poem paper carefully in his hands, then gently blew on it to help the ink dry faster. Seeing how much he cherished it, Han Zhi scratched his head sheepishly.

"Compared to the poem 'From nothingness to existence, feeling the seasons,' this one is naturally inferior," Su Zhen said with a smile. "I actually prefer that one more."

"Since Eighth Sister likes it, that's wonderful!" Han Zhi clapped his hands and laughed.

Su Zhen was amused by his appearance, coughed lightly, straightened his expression, and said, "However, although this poem is good, it still lacks a postscript."

Han Zhi paused, then hurriedly asked, "In your opinion, Eighth Sister, how should we inscribe the poem?"

After a moment's thought, Su Zhen picked up his brush and wrote two lines of small characters on the paper: "The longing in the song of Xizhou, I blow my dreams into a poem to give to you."

After finishing writing, she put down her pen and smiled at Han Zhi. He took the paper and examined it carefully. He saw that the handwriting was elegant and the ink was still fresh, and his heart was stirred.

He looked up at Su Zhen and said softly, "Thank you for the title, Eighth Sister. This poem is 'West Island Song,' which is excellent."

Han Zhi smiled and nodded—after all, the original title of his poem, which he didn't know where it came from, was "Xizhou Qu".

But at this moment, it's time to flatter Su Zhen: "As expected of Eighth Sister, she can actually come up with such a question."

“You’re just flattering me,” Su Zhen said, his face slightly flushed. “If your talent were even half as good as your flattery skills, you wouldn’t only have that one poem, ‘West Island Song’.”

"Then...then I'll try harder? And write another 'Southern Wind Lyrics'?"

Su Zhen was amused by him and said, "This poem is amazing. The words are elegant and romantic, bold and imaginative, beautiful and fantastical. I'm afraid no one will be able to surpass it in the next hundred years."

"This poem is about the secluded, elusive, and elusive Peach Blossom Spring. If you were to compose another poem in the same style, wouldn't it lose its essence?"

Han Zhi could only nod and say, "In that case, shall we not write it?"

Su Zhen remained noncommittal. At this moment, the young Su Shi ran out, stood beside his sister, and said, "Brother, there are still some arrangements at home. The master said that if you have time, you should go and take a look."

“Alright.” Su Zhen nodded, stood up, and said to Han Zhi, “My lord, there are still some matters at home that have not been settled. I shall go now.”

Han Zhi stood up and said, "See you tomorrow."

Seeing his somewhat serious expression, Su Zhen nodded slightly and followed Su Shi into the house.

After standing at the door for a while, Han Zhi turned around and walked towards his home.

……

I don't know how long I've been gone, but the house seems to be bustling with activity now, with lanterns and colorful ribbons already hung up.

He crossed the front yard and followed the path and corridor to his room. By now, the room was almost settled, except for some maids carrying things inside.

Looking around, he saw that the window frames were all decorated with large "囍" (double happiness) characters. He instinctively wanted to go inside, but a maid stopped him, saying:

"My lord Han, the bridal chamber is being prepared inside, you must not go in today."

After hearing this, Han Zhi had no choice but to turn around. He looked around but couldn't find Yue Ping, so he went outside alone, found a clean spot, and sat down, lost in thought.

Before he could even begin to space out, Yueping's voice rang out: "My lord! My lord!"

He looked over and saw Yueping running towards him, carrying a large blue robe, her face beaming. Seeing her so happy, Han Zhi also smiled slightly and asked:

"what happened?"

“My lord, your wedding attire is finished. Please take a look, it’s so beautiful.” Yueping was shorter than Han Zhi, so she could only hold up the robe to show it to him.

Han Zhi stood up and took the robe from Yue Ping's hands. The robe was dark blue overall, with exquisite patterns embroidered on it with gold thread, and the collar and cuffs were trimmed with black piping, making it look more dignified.

"It looks great, thank you for your hard work," Han Zhi said to Yue Ping.

"As long as my husband is happy," Yueping said with a smile. "All the wedding preparations are almost complete, and we're just waiting to pick up our bride tomorrow."

"And another thing, Ah Lang went to the market a couple of days ago and bought a fine chestnut horse, saying that the young master will ride it to pick up his bride tomorrow."

"Mm." Han Zhi carefully put away the wedding dress in his hands. At this moment, Yueping said again:

"Yueping just saw the bride's wedding dress, and it was very beautiful. Tomorrow, when she stands with her husband in the hall, she will surely be the most beautiful!"

"Stop flattering me," Han Zhi said with a laugh.

Yueping chuckled twice, then said, "My lord, the original room is still warming the bed, so you'll have to rest in another room tonight. Please come with me."

……

After finishing dinner, he once again strolled to the front of his bridal chamber. People in ancient times took matters of the heart, both big and small, quite seriously. His bridal chamber was currently guarded by two maids from the Su family, and no one was allowed to enter.

He stood at a distance and looked at his room. It was brightly lit inside and out, and even though the wedding had not yet begun, he already felt a sense of joy.

After taking a couple more glances, he returned alone to the front of his "temporary room." The lights were now on inside, casting a red glow.

He opened the door and went inside. Yueping was already in her room, sitting at the table with a wine pot and a wine glass on it.

"Yueping, what is this...?" Han Zhi asked, pointing to the wine on the table, somewhat puzzled.

“Young Master, this was arranged by Ah Lang,” Yue Ping explained. “Tomorrow is the young master’s wedding day, so we thought we could give him a little relaxation tonight.”

Han Zhi looked at the wine on the table and almost laughed, then complained, "Sir, you're really something. You only gave me a pot of wine, but not anything to go with it. It's no fun drinking it all by itself."

After hearing this, Yueping didn't know how to reply, so she bowed and turned to leave.

Han Zhi was left alone in the room. He walked to a "door", opened it, and the night breeze made it feel cool.

"Singles' Night, Singles' Night, truly all alone..."

He took the wine jug and took a simple sip.