Fang Shouye said, "If my guess is correct, Old Sai wants Nephew Fang to compose a poem, after all, Nephew Fang is the Ancestor of Poetry."

The new military governor of Mizhou, Yu Xingshu, rolled his eyes at Fang Shouye and said, "Shouye, ever since we entered Ning'an County, you've been calling him 'nephew' at every turn. Can you change your address? My ears are getting calluses."

Fang Shouye replied smugly, "I won't change it! While I can still call him that, I should do it more. What if he writes sixteen passed-down War Poems in the future, becomes a teacher of the world, or even gets canonized? Would I still dare to call him that then?"

Fang Yingwu rubbed his forehead and lowered his head, troubled by his old father.