At this moment, Xue Jiyan's follower Amin and the servants of the Jiang Mansion struggled to squeeze out of the bustling crowd. One of Amin's shoes was even stepped on and fell off in the crowd, but they ignored it and ran straight towards the carriages of the Hong and Jiang families.
As soon as the two came up, they kowtowed excitedly to announce the good news, and Amin's voice was almost crying with joy.
"Our third son won the third place in the imperial examination!"
Immediately afterwards, the voice of the Jiang Mansion servant also rang out loudly: "Young Master... Our Young Master is the new top scholar!"
These two words of good news instantly attracted the attention of the people around them. They all looked at them with envy, surprise and admiration. The Hong and Jiang families became the focus of everyone's attention for a while.
When Mrs. Qiao heard the news, she couldn't believe her ears. She asked in a trembling voice, "Are you seeing things?"
The servant responded excitedly, "Second Madam, it's absolutely correct! The name, place of origin, and three generations of pedigree are all clearly written as our eldest son!"
The joy on Jiang Lun's face was beyond words. He looked at Xue Huichun first and saw that his sweetheart was twisting the handkerchief in her hands, with tears in her eyes. It was obvious that she was happy for him from the bottom of her heart.
As their eyes met, Xue Huichun gave Jiang Lun a loving look. The two of them were in perfect sync with each other and understood each other's feelings deeply without saying much.
When Xue Jiyan learned that he had been ranked third in the imperial examination, he excitedly bowed deeply to his mother Hong Yingrong to thank her for raising him.
Both families ordered their servants to go back home first to prepare firecrackers and make festive dumplings to distribute to the neighbors to celebrate this rare happy event together.
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Outside the corner gate of Princess Xianning's mansion, Xue Zhongfu jumped off his horse, stood quietly for a moment, and waited patiently.
After a while, the door opened quietly and Zhang Rui's figure quickly flashed out.
"Mr. Xue, please come this way." Zhang Rui gave instructions in a low voice and led Xue Zhongfu into a secluded path.
Arriving in front of a simple woodshed, Xue Zhongfu couldn't help but frown, "Is this where your young master lives?"
He asked in disbelief. You know, in the marquis's mansion, even the lowest servant would not live in such a dilapidated house.
Zhang Rui nodded heavily and then pushed open the door.
The room was dimly lit, and Zhang Xianzhi was lying unconscious on the table. There was a large bump on the back of his head, and a wooden stick was lying on the ground, clearly someone had knocked him unconscious.
Xue Zhongfu stared at Zhang Rui in confusion, only to see Zhang Rui thump to his knees and plead with him urgently, "Master Xue, my son must not die!"
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