Xi Yan felt a bit repulsed when Yu Ting mentioned her. Naturally, she recognized Mr. Yu; she had met him once at a previous banquet. She found him rather frivolous and disliked him somewhat.
Despite her reluctance, she intuitively felt that outright refusal was not an option. It was better to listen first, "I wonder what proposal Mr. Yu has in mind?"
"If someone's poetry is universally acknowledged as the best, then we shall have a glimpse of Miss Xi Yan's beauty," Yu Ting had long wanted to see Xi Yan's appearance. Wearing a veil all day, she had piqued the curiosity of many.
When it came to poetry, he had already prepared. As long as he could invite Xi Yan, he would propose a poetry contest, with the theme being the peony.
All this was just to catch a glimpse of her beauty. If it weren't for the people backing Tianxiang Pavilion, whom he dared not provoke, he would've acted long ago, sparing no patience.
