"This top scholar's answer sheet is truly excellent, far more impressive than previous years. I'm afraid even the top scorers from other districts can't compare to our Southwest District's champion."
"Yes, his writing is brilliant, his style is outstanding, and he has insightful views. He is the kind of person who can only be produced once every ten years in the whole country."
"Compared to them, the second and third place are far inferior."
A man who looked like a wealthy man stroked his chin and nodded: "I wonder what he looks like. As long as he's not ugly, I'll definitely be looking for a son-in-law among the successful candidates."
Someone glanced over disdainfully: "Come on, didn't you see the two officials from the yamen are right there? They're probably planning the same thing."
Mu Xinghe sighed inwardly, "Ten years of hard study go unnoticed, but one day of fame brings renown to the world."
With so many talented students, I wonder which one was the lucky one.
The thirty-year-old man sighed on the side: "I don't even dare to dream of being number one. I just hope I'm on the list. I don't want to be a Jinshi (successful candidate in the highest imperial examination). I just want to go back to my hometown and be a minor official."
"Brother Xinghe, you have no idea how painful it is for us older test takers," the older brother said, wiping away a tear.
Some people were illiterate, so they had someone read the answers of the top scholar to them. After listening to a few sentences, Mu Xinghe stood there stunned.
This isn't it, this isn't it—
He couldn't believe it and listened carefully to a few more words.
It's true, it's really true.
In an instant, an overwhelming joy surged through his heart, almost making him dizzy.
He practically rushed forward, staring intently at the list.
First place: Mu Xinghe.
Mu Xinghe was trembling all over. He wanted to run wildly through the street, but a rational voice reminded him of the dignity of a scholar.
The guy was still following behind, nagging: "With talent like that, we shouldn't even think about it. This is the talent of a future top scholar. Sigh, Xinghe, why are you running so fast?"
When he got to Mu Xinghe's side, he looked up and was stunned.
Finally, he slowly, sluggishly, and in shock, turned his head to look at the seventeen-year-old boy in front of him.
"Star River, you—"
Mu Xinghe tried to calm himself down and gave him a faint smile.
Then he looked on the list and saw this guy's name at the very end.
"Brother Changhua, congratulations! You've made the list, and so have we."
Lu Changhua shuddered, following his gaze, and found his own name.
He rubbed his eyes to make sure three times, then yelled "Ah!" and started spinning around in place, raising his hands, tilting his head back, and facing the sky.
This action startled everyone, and someone asked, "What rank did you get? Why are you so excited?"
"Could it be that he failed the exam and went crazy?"
"I, Lu Changhua, have won! I have brought honor to my family! I have brought glory to my lineage!" Lu Changhua laughed heartily, tears streaming down his face.
As soon as people heard his name, they looked for his seat and found that he was in last place.
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