"Apologies, Miss Fei. I am shallow in my studies, and I genuinely lack any noteworthy works," Gu Lan earnestly declined.
However, as he looked at this coquettish courtesan, he felt some confusion... Why did he get the feeling that this woman knew something?
His straightforward refusal left Xiao Fei'er utterly speechless.
Only today did she realize how merciless a man uninterested in you could be! You've written so many novels, and I'm willing to let you play, but you're not even willing to share...
"The Emperor's taste is indeed impeccable, and it's my overthinking," Xiao Fei'er bit her lip, reassuring herself that everything was fine now.
However, for some unknown reason, there was still a tinge of disappointment in her heart.
At this moment, as Gu Lan was about to take his leave, a book fell from his arms and landed on the floor.
It turned out to be the unfinished "Three Hundred Poems" that he had been working on for the past two days!
How awkward...