In the warm spring of March, as all things revive, the imperial examinations of the Great Yan Kingdom are about to begin.
The scholars were all invigorated and eager to prepare for this crucial test that would determine their future.
However, in this season full of hope and anticipation, Sheng Wenjin stood out from the crowd.
Since Sheng Wenjin regained consciousness, he has never set foot in the Imperial Academy again.
Those scholars who once studied with him were filled with regret and incomprehension whenever they talked about him.
His talent and wisdom were once the focus of everyone's attention, but now he has given up on himself and has no ambition whatsoever, except for eating, drinking and having fun.
Sheng Wenjin's mentor, the renowned Confucian scholar and Chancellor of the Imperial Academy, Master Li, was deeply saddened by his lack of ambition.
He visited his former star student in person more than once, hoping to persuade him to return.
However, every time Li Fuzi saw Sheng Wenjin's cold and distant eyes, his heart was filled with helplessness and regret.
Master Li had no idea what Sheng Wenjin had gone through or why he had become so despondent.
In his memory, Sheng Wenjin was intelligent, studious, diligent, and ambitious; he was a role model in everyone's eyes.
However, this once-proud student now seems to have become a different person, losing interest in everything and hiding at home all day, detached from worldly affairs.
On this day, Master Li visited again to offer advice, but to no avail. He then shook his head and left with a sigh.
"Brother, I really think you should take the imperial examination!"
Sheng Wanwan walked slowly in from outside the door with her short legs.
"Not interested!" Sheng Wenjin didn't even look up.
"Big brother, if you become the top scholar, I'll give you ten spirit fruits!"
Sheng Wanwan smiled and tempted her older brother with spiritual fruits.
Why are you so interested in whether I become the top scholar or not?
Sheng Wenjin looked up at his little sister, his face full of confusion.
"Hehe... It's nothing, it's just that the next round of the provincial examination and the palace examination will be three years later, and then you'll be nineteen years old!"
Sheng Wanwan blinked her big eyes and tried to fool her brother.
"So what if I'm nineteen? Once my soul returns and my three souls and seven spirits reunite, and all my memories of my past life are forgotten, I'll be interested in becoming the top scholar again. Anyway, I have absolutely no interest in becoming the top scholar right now."
Sheng Wenjin raised an eyebrow, looking at his younger sister with a half-smile.
[So what if he's nineteen? It's not a big deal. It's just that in the original story, the one who became the top scholar at this time wasn't the comatose older brother, nor was it Sheng Ye, who became famous for plagiarizing ancient poems, but a poor scholar... named Wang Wenjie.]
This Wang Wenjie is a member of Prince Rui's faction. Although he is quite learned, he is not a good person. In the original story, Wang Wenjie is from Yongzhou, a poor scholar. He was directly selected by the emperor as the top scholar in this imperial examination, and gradually gained the emperor's appreciation for his talent. Before Si Mingchen and Sheng Moshi succeeded, he had already been appointed as the Vice Minister of Revenue.
Taking advantage of his position, he transported grain to Si Mingchen's army during the most important battle between the Great Yan army led by Crown Prince Si Mingye and Si Mingchen's army.
Finally, due to food shortages, the Great Yan army suffered a major defeat at Yanmen Pass. The Great Yan army suffered over 100,000 casualties.
The crown prince was also seriously injured in that battle.
The invincible war god Si Mingye fell from his pedestal.
This was the turning point that led to the complete defeat of the Great Yan Kingdom; before this, the legitimate royal family had always held the upper hand.
Therefore, we absolutely must stop Wang Wenjie from becoming the top scholar!
But how should I tell my older brother about these things? Should I tell him about what was written in a book?
They're just paper figures from a book? That's too fantastical! My brother might believe I'm a soul from another world, but he'll never believe this world is just a world in a book.
Forget about my brother, even I don't believe it. The people, things, and events in this are all too real.
[Sigh! This is so worrying, how can I convince my older brother...]
Sheng Wenjin was deeply moved as he listened to his younger sister's heartfelt words.
What? Their world is nothing more than a story in a storybook?
What is he? And what are his memories?
If it really is just a world in a story, then why does he have so many memories from different lifetimes in his mind?
Are the writers of storybooks just bored and have nothing better to do than create so many lifetimes of memories for a cannon fodder character in a single story?
Moreover, each lifetime is complete; it doesn't feel like a story at all.
"Brother, nineteen is too old. It would tarnish your reputation as a peerless prodigy. How about..."
Sheng Wanwan continued to deceive, but before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by Sheng Wenjin.
"good!"
Although he didn't know why Sheng Wanwan said this world was just a world in a book, he still agreed to Sheng Wanwan's request.
Although he was indifferent to emotions, he couldn't bear to see the world plunged into misery.
He seemed to understand why his sister's body contained a soul from another world; he guessed that this was a savior brought by the Heavenly Dao.
In his previous life, he was a cultivator, so he had some understanding of the Dao.
There are actually countless small worlds in this world, and each small world has its own order.
His soul was reincarnated in different worlds, where he witnessed many worlds on the verge of destruction. There appeared some very capable saviors who saved those small worlds from fire and water, restoring them to stability and peace.
He felt that his sister was the savior of the world.
Since that's the case, he felt that while he was still sober, he could do his best to help the little guy.
This way, his moment of clarity won't have been in vain.
Sheng Wanwan was surprised to see Sheng Wenjin agree so readily.
"Big brother, you agreed?"
"Hmm! Don't forget the ten spirit fruits I received after becoming the top scholar!"
As Sheng Wenjin spoke, he reached out and rubbed Sheng Wanwan's little head.
"Yay, big brother, spirit fruit! No problem, but once we finish this one, there won't be any left."
The spirit fruit tree in Sheng Wanwan's space only grows sixty-six spirit fruits, and once they are eaten, there are none left.
Moreover, Sheng Wanwan felt that since it was a spirit fruit tree, it would take thousands or even tens of thousands of years for the spirit fruit to grow back, which was something she could never catch up with in her lifetime.
Thinking of this, Sheng Wanwan's bright eyes dimmed again.
If I had known my brother would agree so easily, I would have given him five... no! Two would have been enough.
In a moment of impulsiveness, she gave away all the spiritual fruits.
The thought that she would never be able to eat such sweet spiritual fruits again made her stomach ache...
Sheng Wenjin chuckled as he looked at Sheng Wanwan's regretful expression, then turned and left.
He hadn't left the house in a long time, but since he had promised Sheng Wanwan that he would become the top scholar in the imperial examination, he still had to go to the Imperial Academy.
After all, the Imperial Academy Chancellor, Master Li, would come to him every day to give him earnest advice, sometimes for half an hour at a time, which was even more annoying than chanting scriptures.
So, I'd better go to the Imperial Academy and audit a few classes for a few days, so that the old teacher won't bother him every day.
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