At this time, a servant hurried over, "Young Master, someone from the East Palace, the prince summoned him."

"Say I'm not available." Fu Zhixing said coldly.

"Cousin Fu, go and do your business. It's time for me to go home. I still haven't finished writing big words. I'm going to go back and write big words." Yan Hu didn't want to delay his business.

"If you don't want to write, don't write, there is no need to work so hard." Fu Zhixing said softly.

Yan Huo shook his head, "It's not hard, I like writing." If you don't write, you can't do it. My grandfather will use a ruler to hit the palm.

Fu Zhixing had no choice but to send Yan Huo into the carriage, and then rushed to the East Palace to see the prince who disturbed his love.

The next day, Yan Huo received a post from Wenhe County Lord. Wenhe County Lord invited her to join the Huajian Poetry Club and attend the next poetry meeting. Huajian Poetry Club was formed by Wenhe County Lord and several famous talented girls in the capital. Wenhe County Lord is the president of the poetry club.

Yan Hu threw the post aside, "I went to reply to the person who sent the post and said that I was not interested in joining the poetry club. Thank you for the invitation from the county lord Wenhe."

Licorice took the post and went outside to send someone away. County Lord Wenhe held the returned post and his face was gloomy and ugly. She really didn't expect Yan Hu to refuse so simply. It was really disrespectful to her.

Another day passed, the deadline set by Mr. Yan San was here, but Mr. Yan disappointed Mr. Yan; he didn't say he had made any decisions, he seemed to have forgotten this. Mrs. Yan helplessly asked someone to call him to Chunhuitang and asked him directly, "Liu Yat-tou has been locked up for three or four days. Have you figured out what to do with her?"

"Send that evil devil back to the temple to kneel down." Master Yan San said stutteringly.

"This is not enough." Mrs. Yan said coldly.

Master Yan San was shocked. Could it be that after his wife died, his daughter would die? His wife gritted her teeth and could still give up. The daughter was flesh and blood. He couldn't bite her teeth. He pleaded with mercy: "Mother, Liu Yatou is still young and ignorant, she...will make a correction."

Mrs. Yan asked, "She is already fifteen years old, still young? She is still ignorant? Then how old should she grow to be and be sensible?"

Master Yan was speechless.
Chapter completed!