Zhao Lin said calmly, "I didn't say anything about you, why are you so anxious?"

Everyone looked like they were enjoying a good show, thinking that their trip today was not in vain, as the sons and daughters of the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion did not look very good.

Zhao Mingyu quickly apologized to Li Weibai and then said, "Don't act silly in front of His Highness. No matter what Chen Han's previous status was, he is now a member of our Zhenbei Marquis Mansion and the future Crown Prince. Zhao Lin, you should first explain why you didn't write a poem for His Highness."

This statement is actually equivalent to completely severing ties with Zhao Lin.

But Zhao Lin didn't care. He said, "I will naturally explain to His Highness. There's no need for you to pretend to be loyal here."

"you?"

Zhao Mingyu and his two siblings were so angry that their faces turned black.

Fu Liqing said anxiously: "Okay, stop talking, so as not to disturb His Highness's interest."

Li Weibai finally spoke up, "Zhao Lin, you can explain. If your explanation is reasonable, I am not unreasonable. Otherwise, you are disrespecting me and the royal family, and the lightest punishment is exile."

Zhao Lin laughed heartily and said, "Your Highness, please calm down. I've already written a poem for Miss Fu today. If I write another poem for you, no matter how good it is, someone will be unhappy. I don't want to upset either Miss Fu or Your Highness, so please forgive me."

Li Weibai said: "But I must ask you to write it?"

Zhao Lin sighed, "That will only make His Highness unhappy."

Li Weibai laughed: "You are indeed infatuated. Well, I won't embarrass you, but you owe me a poem, so remember it."

Zhao Lin bowed and said, "Thank you, Your Highness."

Seeing such a good opportunity being easily passed by Zhao Lin, Zhao Mingya was very unhappy and said, "If you don't write a poem for His Highness, then according to the rules, all the participants today must write a poem. Young Master Zhao will not refuse again, right?"