"As it happens, Miss Lin, you hold me in too high regard. I am by no means a good man."
The Crown Prince held a floral-patterned invitation between his slender, pale fingers, placing it directly before her.
Lin Jingyue looked up, hesitating. If her eyes did not deceive her, this was an invitation to the Xunfang Banquet. Could her intuition have been correct all along? Had the Crown Prince come here specifically for her?
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