Never could Zu An have imagined that Xie Daoyun would come up with the exact same poem as a certain talented woman from his previous world’s history. He suddenly felt as if he were trapped in a dream.

Just how was this world related to his previous world? What kind of relationship did the Xie Daoyun of this world have with that other Xie Daoyun?[1]

Even after thinking for a bit, he just couldn't figure it out, so he decided to stop thinking. After all, one had to live in the moment. At the very least, these people in front of him were still alive, so what was the point in thinking about all of that?

“Sir Zu, was my poem not good?” Xie Daoyun asked carefully when she noticed that he had been silent for a long time.

Xie Xiu became a bit unhappy. His big sister was normally quite proud of her achievements in the literary field, and yet she ended up doubting her own ability in front of Zu An first. As such, he said, “Big sister’s verse was many, many times better than mine.”

Xie Daoyun harrumphed. “Who wants to compare with you?”

Xie Xiu was speechless. He felt attacked....