"Wan'er, I've finally found you! Come on! I'll take you home..."

Although he had not yet seen Si Rouxue's soul, after hearing Sheng Wanwan say this, he was basically certain that Si Rouxue was the reincarnation of Wen Wan's remnant soul.

After all, there can't be such a coincidence. Not only are they born exactly alike, but their souls are also broken.

At this moment, tears still clung to Si Rouxue's face. As she looked at Sheng Wenjin holding her hand, she instinctively felt a familiar and safe sensation, and she nodded blankly.

Sheng Wenjin smiled and led Si Rouxue toward the poetry gathering.

At this moment, a banquet had been set up in the pavilion, and Si Mingchen was greeting the guests.

Seeing Sheng Wenjin leading Si Rouxue over, a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

He thought Sheng Wenjin would become a stumbling block on his road to success, but who would have thought! He turned out to be a lecher, so eager to hold Si Rouxue's hand in broad daylight.

People like that are the easiest to deal with...

Wang Wenjie, who was standing to the side, clenched his fists upon seeing this scene.

He walked to Si Mingchen's side and whispered, "Your Highness, Prince Rui has promised to give Xue'er to me as a concubine!"

Upon hearing this, Si Mingchen glanced at Wang Wenjie with disdain.

"I've already told everyone that I'm giving my sister to the winner of this poetry competition. Do you want me to go back on my word?"

"Besides, I told you all the questions in advance, and you still couldn't get first place. Do you blame me for not giving you my sister?"

Wang Wenjie, if you want to climb the ladder and get what you want, this little ability won't do!

Show me your abilities, or you won't be able to continue receiving support from our Prince Rui's Mansion!

Without waiting for Wang Wenjie's response, Si Mingchen went to greet him.