Dongshui City, wooden house by the River, Ji Zhengyan's home.
"Who first awoke from the great dream? I knew myself all my life. Having slept soundly through spring in my thatched cottage, I found life arriving late... Fine poem, fine poem."
Inside the wooden house, Old Ji lay stubbornly in bed, refusing to get up.
That little Devil had finally left. Only then did he realize that children were not cute at all; being alone was far more comfortable!
Just as he was thinking that, a voice came from outside the door. "Is Old Ji here?"
"Who's that? So rude. Don't you know the allusion of standing in snow at the city gate?" he replied irritably. Compared to his own disciple, this person was far inferior.
"First, you recited the poem wrong. Second, you got the allusion wrong too—it's chengmen standing in snow. Third, since I'm already here, you ought to get up and welcome an old friend. I have business with you." A somewhat aged yet brazen voice entered Ji Zhengyan's ears directly from outside.
"So it's you, you old bastard. You haven't visited in decades, and now you're looking for me again? Don't tell me you're still pining for your two beautiful junior sisters? They're both married, and they even have grandsons. You're not your master, the emperor—you can't grant them both the status of principal wife. Give up that old wish already..."
Ji Zhengyan mocked him without restraint.
If Wenren Sheng had heard this, he would have understood why Li Yuanfeng said that one of an emperor's greatest advantages was being able to give multiple women official status. For certain people, it was the only position that allowed them to openly maintain a harem.
Bang! The moment Ji Zhengyan finished speaking, the house collapsed...
"You bastard! You