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　　Yan Ling has been sick for three days. In these three days, every time when Qing'er wanted to get close to Yan Ling, Liyi refused her with various reasons. So Qing'er secretly saw Yan Ling drinking medicine at the door, and then reported it to Qiongxin Court.

　　Of course, she had no idea that the medicine had been replaced with brown sugar water.

　　"My lady, His Royal Highness sent an invitation."

　　Receiving the invitation letter with bronze stamp, Ling thinks about it with her eyebrow knitted.

　　"What happened, my lady?"

　　"There is a poetry meeting in Yingchun Villa of Chunshao Mountain." She said, playing with the letter, "It says if I'm recovered, I must go there."

　　Liyi frowns, "You are still sick, so you can say no to him."

　　Turning her head to the bright suns.h.i.+ne outside the window, Yan Ling stretches out and leans comfortably on the couch.

　　"I'm all right now. If I don't go, my sister will certainly come and help the Third Prince to invite me."

　　"Then go!"

　　Looking at Liyi's quick refutation, Yan Ling laughs, "If I go, the Third Prince will be there anyway."

　　"Ah? What should we do..." Liyi wrinkles her face, having no idea what to do.

　　Of course, go to the poetry meeting.

　　She must let Liang Yi know how the Crown Prince appreciates her and the value of her. At the same time, she must let Liang Yi know that she keeps the Crown Prince's appointment but refuses him, which clearly shows that in her heart, the Crown Prince's status is higher than his.

　　In this way, she has the reason to refuse, and Liang Yi could never make use of her in the future!

　　"Of course, the Crown Prince is more respectable."

　　Yan Ling smiles and picks up her hat. In her previous life, she went to the Poetry Club to flirt with the Crown Prince with the intention of helping Liang Yi, but this time, it is different.

　　At noon, in Yingchun Villa.

　　A large number of brilliant young men are present in the Poetry Club, but the Crown Prince is the most outstanding and attractive one among them. Yan Ling sits in a corner and she suddenly hears someone approaching.

　　Liang Yi, wearing a moonlight white gown, glances at Yan Ling who is wearing a veil and pa.s.ses by her waving a folding fan.

　　The Crown Prince doesn't reveal his ident.i.ty. After a funny opening, Yan Ling sits upright and waits for him to name a topic.

　　In her previous life, he would read her poems first every time before he named a t.i.tle. She was willing to write well. So after reading her poems, no one dared to read their own poems.