To hasten the wedding gifts, a poem urging the marriage must be composed. Among the entourage coming to greet the bride were, besides Prince Jin himself, a group of talented young men and guards dressed in splendid new attire, with the talented Master Yan Er among them.
So, composing such a poem was no problem at all, readily coming up with ten verses.
The welcoming party was full of vigor, vowing to assist Prince Jin in swiftly bringing home the Princess Consort.
Challenges posed by the bride's side, whether through word games, duels of wit or strength, were all swiftly unraveled; some noble ladies felt a bit frustrated, for there was quite a disparity in skill on both sides.
Wufu sat inside the house, listening to Purple Jade recounting the situation outside, giggling joyfully. She contemplated for a moment, then asked Purple Jade to bring paper and brush, quickly writing down several questions and answers, and handed them to her: "Here, my divine assistance; let them guess."
