Meng Yunzheng was not afraid; under the Emperor's gaze, his writing flowed even more smoothly, as if inspired.
However, those sitting near him broke into a cold sweat, barely restraining themselves from turning around to kneel and salute the Emperor. Having the sovereign nearby was a true test of one's inner composure.
The Emperor, seeing that Meng Yunzheng had finished writing a passage, finally spoke, "I hear you have succeeded in five examinations in a row. For this final exam, do you think the result will be as you wish?"
Since the Emperor had spoken, Meng Yunzheng could only stand up, cup his hands in respect, and say, "I do not know, Your Majesty. I only strive to do my best in every exam."
The Emperor chuckled softly, "Have you really exerted all your effort? From what I see, it doesn't seem so. You started writing shortly after examining the question, which makes it seem like my questions aren't challenging."
