Butcher Wang puffed out his shiny belly, spit flying everywhere: "Of course it's true! When I was butchering pigs, I saw the painting hanging in the landlord's house, and it was exactly the same as the one described in the poem!"

"Wait." Chen Weiwan suddenly raised her hand to interrupt, a corner of the plain paper fluttering in the wind. "The immortal also said in the dream that solving the riddle doesn't count. You need to find the second line to count." She read aloud, "The first line is 'Marriage is destined by heaven, divined by the immortals.' Please enlighten me, brave man."

Butcher Wang was stunned. His eyes, big as copper bells, stared at the words on the plain paper. He scratched his head for a long time, then suddenly slapped his thigh: "I got it! The second line is - 'A sharp butcher knife can kill pigs'!"

The onlookers were so enraged they were staggering with laughter, one woman even leaning against the wall, unable to straighten herself. Liu, hiding behind the crowd, was so furious her face was blue, her jade armor almost digging into her palms. Shen Weiwan sighed and shook her head with feigned regret, "The warrior is indeed heroic, but this couplet... I'm afraid it's a million miles away from the immortal's intention."

Just then, the sound of hurried horse hooves approached, sending tiny splashes of water cascading down the bluestone pavement. Seventh Prince Xiao Yu dismounted, his moon-white brocade robe billowing in the wind. He tapped Butcher Wang's shoulder with his folding fan and said jokingly, "I do have a couplet for you—'The land has set up a perfect match for the prince to seek.'"

Shen Weiwan suddenly looked up, meeting the smiling star in his eyes, and her cheeks instantly flushed like a rosy cloud. Butcher Wang was so frightened by the prince that he fell to his knees, his forehead banging against the bluestone with a loud thud. "Your Highness... Your Highness, spare me! I've failed to recognize a great man!"

Xiao Yu walked straight to Shen Weiwan, gently lifted her chin with his folding fan, and the sandalwood fan ribs brushed across her delicate skin: "Miss Shen, is this couplet... correct?"

The surrounding people erupted in deafening jeers, shouts of "Get together!" echoing one after another. Liu screamed and tried to rush forward, but was stopped by the guards, shaking with anger. Shen Weiwan looked at the undisguised seriousness in Xiao Yu's eyes and suddenly remembered the biting cold of the snow in her previous life, when she was beaten to the ground by clubs, and the last glimmer of light before her eyes was tinged with blood. And now, the reflection of her in the man's eyes brought a warmth that made her nose tingle.

"Your Highness..." Her voice trembled slightly, her fingertips clenching her sleeves. "I'm afraid you thought of this second line as early as the Spring Banquet?"

Xiao Yu chuckled softly and leaned close to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her temples. "I've had this idea since the first time I saw you at the Spring Banquet, when I saw you shaking grass scraps into Shen Ruorou's skirt pocket."

It was dusk when Liu was "invited" back to Xiefang Courtyard by the guards. As soon as she entered, she grabbed the bronze mirror from her dressing table and smashed it to the ground. The broken mirror reflected her distorted face: "Waste! All of you are waste!" Shen Ruorou hid behind the screen, watching her mother smash half the porcelain in the room, trembling with fear.

"Mother, the Seventh Prince has come in person. Let's...let's just forget about it, shall we?" As soon as she finished her words, Liu grabbed a hairpin and threw it at her. The pearls on the hairpin flew past her ears. "Forget about it? It's all because of you, a loser! If you hadn't been so badly beaten at the Spring Banquet, would the Seventh Prince have fallen for that little bitch?"

Shen Ruorou covered her head and cried, but she heard the servants' discussion outside the window, which floated clearly into the house: "Have you heard? The Seventh Prince is proposing marriage in front of the general's mansion with couplets!"

"That second line, 'The land sets up a beautiful couple for the prince to seek,' wow, how elegant! A hundred times more powerful than a butcher's knife!"

Liu's vision darkened as she listened to these words, and she barely managed to stand by holding onto the dressing table. Meanwhile, in Tinglan Courtyard, Chen Weiwan was caressing the folding fan left by the Seventh Prince. The newly inscribed words on the fan still carried the scent of ink: "Although the riddle is wonderful, it's better to marry me."

Chun Tao came over, looked at her young lady's red ears, and smiled secretly: "Young lady, your 'divine marriage' trick is really brilliant! Not only did you fend off the ugly man, but you also captured the heart of the Seventh Prince!"

Chen Weiwan pinched Chuntao's face and gazed out the window at the sinking sun, the rays of the setting sun tinting the eaves of the General's Mansion a golden crimson. "Liu, Chen Ruorou, you scheme so hard, yet you don't know the value of sincerity." In this life, she not only wanted to reclaim everything that belonged to her, but also to marry the Seventh Prince, who understood and protected her, with honor.

In the distance, the night watchman's clappers echoed, their "dong-dong" sounds echoing through the dusk. Shen Weiwan picked up her folding fan, her fingertips lightly tracing the words "Prince, please!" A sly smile played on her lips. "Seventh Prince, I accept your marriage." But if you want to marry me, Shen Weiwan, there are still many more surprises to come.