After wandering for fifteen years, Jiang Sheng picked up five brothers for herself.
For them, young Jiang Sheng would brave any danger and work herself to the bone to earn money.
Her br...
Qi Yue stomped her foot and glanced out of the corner of her eye, only to see the boy smiling at his younger siblings.
"Stop looking, stop looking," Qi Huai muttered. "My brotherly feelings haven't even blossomed yet. My heart is only for my family, not for you."
"You stinky brother." Qi Yue felt even more embarrassed and stomped on his foot before leaving.
All that remained was a simultaneous onslaught of soreness and numbness, nearly bringing tears to Qi Huai's eyes.
Looking at the well-behaved, bouncy little girl next to Xu Mo, he became even more jealous.
"Brother, brother, brother!" Anyone who didn't know better would think Jiang Sheng was about to lay an egg. "How are you doing? Did you do well on the exam? Did anyone cause trouble? How did you perform? Can you become a high-ranking official? Can I walk around like a madman now?"
"Yeah, brother, could I... be involved in collusion between officials and businessmen?" Zheng Ruqian also shouted loudly, but fortunately he remembered that he was in a crowd and softened the most important four words.
"Brother, did that bastard Fang Yuan give you any trouble?" Fang Heng asked through gritted teeth.
"Brother, are you feeling unwell? Let me take your pulse." Wen Zhiyun, her eyes brimming with tears, leaned closer, seemingly remembering something.
Xu Mo almost couldn't help but reveal the Fifth Prince's affair.
Thinking of his younger siblings' personalities, he forced himself to hold back and simply nodded, saying, "It's alright, at least a second-class degree."
Those who achieved the highest rank (一甲) were exceptionally privileged and could directly enter the Hanlin Academy, obtaining official titles of compiler or editor, ranging from the sixth to the seventh rank.
A second-class Jinshi (进士) was not an ordinary person; they could become a Shujishi (庶吉士) or a candidate for county magistrate in various places, at least a minor official.
Xu Mo is a reliable person; if he says something, it's usually pretty accurate.
Jiang Sheng burst into cheers, exchanged a glance with Zheng Ruqian, and then took off running.
"Second brother, hurry up! We agreed on this before, hurry up!"