While watching the female lead's gossip, Qingyin also received the results of the academy examination, unsurprisingly coming in first place.

To celebrate this result, Mr. Luo specially brought some wine and drank a few cups with his family. Perhaps he was too happy, because Mr. Luo got drunk right away. Luo Jiancang, who was standing next to him, curled his lips and thought, "Heh, why wasn't the old man this happy when he took the exam before? But my brother is really amazing. He is indeed worthy of being my brother."

On the other side, Luo Miaoqing and Lin's mother were the same. They happily drank several more cups of fruit wine. After the last round, Qingyin looked at the drunkards who were all sober except for herself. She helplessly instructed the servants to send them back to their courtyards, brew them a cup of sobering tea, and let them rest well after drinking it.

It was already getting late, and the bright sky was turning dark. It was too early to go to sleep, so Qingyin simply had the system pick out a suspense movie to play. She would go to sleep in two hours.

A year later, the palace examination was held as scheduled.

When the palace selection began, the candidates who had passed the provincial examination entered the main hall one by one and then sat down according to their seats.

At this moment, writing brushes, ink, and examination papers had already been arranged on the seats. The only sound in the hall was the examiner's solemn reading. Coupled with the guards with swords hanging on both sides, the whole scene became increasingly tense and serious.

Perhaps because of the palace examination, even though the candidates and guards saw Qingyin's face, they were no longer as alarmed as they had been in the previous examinations. They sat or stood upright, only occasionally glancing at Qingyin's face for a few more seconds.

This time, the exam questions were clearly biased towards practical matters concerning people's livelihoods. Qingyin thought for a while, conceived some ideas in her mind, and then prepared to write.

Then, seemingly out of nowhere, came the sound of footsteps moving around the hall, clearly indicating his identity.

The sound, sometimes loud, sometimes soft, would linger in certain places, creating even more pressure. Those who heard the sound approaching broke out in a cold sweat, and some even trembled as they held their pens.

A young examinee, around twenty years old, felt the still footsteps behind him, and immediately his forehead was covered in a fine layer of sweat. The pressure in his heart grew, and his mind began to wander.

Why hasn't the Emperor left yet? Is there something wrong with what he wrote? Is the Emperor dissatisfied?

Emperor Yongzheng didn't actually care about the candidate closest to him. He simply wanted to see if there were any good candidates this year. He was also curious about the candidate who had consistently ranked first in the imperial examinations. When he heard that the eldest son of the Luo family, who was expected to be the first in this year's examinations, had an outstanding face, he didn't pay any attention. He was someone who didn't care about looks. He was selecting talent, not concubines, so why should he pay attention to this person's face?

But now, Emperor Yongzheng felt that Su Peisheng was underestimating him. His subject's appearance was not just excellent, but his beauty was beyond the heavens, okay?

Standing in the candidate's position, Emperor Yongzheng could just take in Qingyin's face, which is why he lingered there for so long.