Yueying's delicate brows stirred slightly. "The Prince invited me to travel with him? Why?"
"Two reasons, one true and one false. Which would you like to hear?"
Coming from Lin Mouren, such words were commonplace. That was simply the way he was. But it was Yueying's first time encountering this style of conversation, and she found it somewhat novel. "What is the false reason?"
"The false reason is... Prince Luyang is nothing but a fool at everything else, but his garden layouts are peerless in Jiangnan. Pavilions and towers, flowing streams and leaping springs, rare flowers and exotic grasses—all of them can enter paintings and poems. As a master of gardens, you may as well appraise them."
Yueying murmured, "Such a proper reason is the false one... Then what is the true reason?"
"The true reason is... How could another's picture-perfect beauty compare to one's own? With Miss Yanran at my side, Spring Breeze Travels Ten Thousand Miles South—would that not itself be a peerlessly beautiful painting?"
Something unknown rippled through Yueying's heart...
She was absolutely not a Love Brain. From the tips of her toes, she looked down on love and affection in the Mortal World. She was utterly insensitive in the field of seduction. Yet she still understood it—this damned S-rank ghost was trying to seduce her...
Seducing me?! Has he gone mad, or have I?
Waves surged within Yueying's heart. "If I agree to travel with you, it is Spring Breeze Travels Ten Thousand Miles South. If I refuse, then what poem will there be?"
"Countless painters dwell beneath the sky, yet none can paint a single shard of sorrow!"
"Countless painters dwell beneath the sky, yet none can paint a single shard of sorrow!" Yueying let out a sigh like a moan. "Prince, using such a