Lu Chen noticed that although Gu Chengyu wore a smile, there was a cold glint in his eyes, indicating his reluctance.
Lu Chen also felt a bit displeased, thinking that as a Marquis Mansion's son, besides a few specific individuals, there was no one in the Capital who dared not show him respect. Even in front of the Fourth Prince, he was usually quite at ease.
Yet this mere scholar Gu Chengyu dared not to give him face.
However, he knew that losing his temper now would be unbecoming. So he restrained himself and cupped his hands towards Gu Chengyu.
"Gu Jieyuan might have misunderstood me. I have no intention of coercing you. It's just that a friend greatly admires your poetic talent. He has been bedridden for years, and during his idle times, he often studies your poems."
