Yang Qiguang huddled against the corner of the wall, his mind filled with the scene of Gao Yang's face covered in blood.
He... he didn't want Gao Yang to die.
But this is already the worst possible outcome. If he rushes in now and tells the truth, he might be executed immediately.
How could ordinary people like them possibly fight against those powerful and wealthy people?
Thinking it over, he shook his head in a panic, "No, I, I won't go. You will all, you will all die. I, I don't want to die."
Jiang Yimian kicked him and said coldly, "Fine, since you're not going, I'll kill you right now. Whether we live or die, you will die."
As he spoke, he threw the curved dagger in his hand at the other party.
Yang Qiguang was startled. Seeing the dagger flying towards him, he quickly got up from the ground and stumbled towards the examination room.
Because all the Imperial Guards were with Jiang Yimian, Yang Qiguang did not encounter any Imperial Guards as he ran into the examination hall.
He ran straight to the first examination room. When he saw the tightly closed door, he clenched his fists. After a while, he pushed the door open and shouted, "All these proctors have been bribed. Today, many of them are taking the exam for those rich kids."
I took the exam for Liu Wenge. Everyone, stop wasting your time. No matter how many years an ordinary person takes the exam, they will never pass.
We ordinary students are just there as foils.
These words startled everyone in the examination hall, while the commoner students in their cells were taken aback.
Before anyone could react, Yang Qiguang went to other rooms and shouted several times, instantly ruining the students' mood who were focused on answering the questions.
"Well, no wonder I've never passed the imperial examinations despite participating in them so many times. Even though my teacher said that with my knowledge I should be able to pass."
"No wonder the list is always full of rich kids, not a single ordinary person. I thought it was because ordinary students couldn't compare to those rich kids, but now I realize it's all fake."
We work ourselves to the bone to study, while those people can just have someone take the exam for them without worrying about failing. That's not fair.
"That's right, it's unfair. Those of you who know Liu Wenge should know that the person just now was clearly not Liu Wenge. I want to see just how many people took the exam for others today."
After saying that, he rushed out of the examination cell, pounced on the invigilator, snatched the list from his hand, and began to check it against the names one by one.
Seeing that he had actually found someone whose portrait did not match the list, he immediately became impassioned and angrily berated the officials of the Ministry of Rites.
"These damned corrupt officials, they take money from those people and then allow others to take the exam for them. It's outrageous. What's the point of the imperial examinations if they do that?"
Everyone should stop taking the exam; it's useless. No matter how well you write your essays in the traditional eight-legged essay style, nobody will read them.
Why don't we rush out and let all the people of the Great Jin Dynasty see the true faces of these corrupt officials?
Upon hearing this, many people rushed out of their cells.
Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, the proctors scattered and fled in all directions.
Hearing the chaos inside the examination room, Jiang Yimian breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, Yang Qiguang still had a shred of conscience. Whether it was because of Gao Yang or something else, he was able to stir up all the students, which was a relief to her.
Chen Fangcai was startled by the commotion inside the examination room and immediately panicked. He wanted to go into the examination room to see what was going on, but he didn't dare to move at all.
Hearing the commotion inside the examination hall, the imperial guards panicked and, forgetting about dealing with Jiang Yimian, rushed into the examination hall.
However, Jiang Yimian simply held Chen Fangcai hostage and blocked the entrance to the examination hall, saying calmly, "Where do you all think you're going? Didn't you want to kill me? Then do it!"
Upon hearing this, the Imperial Guards' expressions changed instantly, and they drew their broadswords, ready to attack Jiang Yimian.
Jiang Yimian simply grabbed Chen Fangcai by the collar and lifted him high in the air, using him as a shield in front of her.
Seeing that all those broadswords were about to be swung at him, Chen Fangcai was so frightened that he flailed his arms and shouted, "Stop! Don't move! Don't move!"
Hearing this, the Imperial Guards were at a loss for what to do. Meanwhile, the shouting and cursing in the examination hall grew louder and louder, making it difficult for them to ignore.
The two sides remained deadlocked.
At this moment, Minister Zhao of the Ministry of Rites was lying on a carved soft couch, with a maid gently massaging his legs beside him.
Lord Zhao sighed comfortably and said with a smile, "Life in the examination hall is so comfortable. I don't have to do anything. I can just close my eyes and people will send money to my residence."
It would be great if there were scientific expeditions every month.
His most comfortable days at the Ministry of Rites were during the autumn imperial examinations, but unfortunately, it only happened once every two years.
However, the extra money he could make from one imperial examination was far more than his meager salary.
As the saying goes, "If you don't make a sale for two years, you can live off it for two years when you do," that's exactly what he's talking about.
The maid standing nearby smiled and said, "Sir, you are joking. If there were imperial examinations every month, how could there be so many commoner students?"
"Without them, how could those rich kids have come to deliver silver to the adults?"
A family can only support a limited number of scholars. If there are exams every month, those who fail repeatedly will give up.
After all, going to an academy is too expensive, and people without a talent for studying will realize the reality early on.
But two years is different; the longer the time, the more ordinary people dream.
If they fail the imperial examination once, they will try again and again, and so on for several years, but they still achieve nothing.
But having studied for so many years, those people won't give up easily; they'll keep trying.
Lord Zhao just laughed heartily, reached out and grabbed the maid before saying, "You're quite clever."
Those lowly commoners thought that the imperial examinations were the best way for them to become superior people, but little did they know that people are divided into different classes from birth.
They're nothing but ants; dreaming of becoming officials is a pipe dream.
The maid simply blushed and nodded.
Just then, a panicked voice came from outside, "My lord, my lord, something terrible has happened! The students are causing a disturbance!"
Lord Zhao said with dissatisfaction, "What's so scary about those weak scholars? If they dare to cause trouble, just let the Imperial Guards beat them up."
"You're so frightened by just a bunch of rabble? Go away, don't disturb my rest."
He had just heard the whistle. Since so many imperial guards had gone, he wasn't afraid they couldn't handle a few troublesome scholars.
Those people are the most timid and cowardly. They tremble with fear at the sight of a dead person and might even faint from fright. There's really nothing to be afraid of.
Rather than watching those spineless commoners, it's better to stay here with beautiful women.
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