If his only goal was to pass the county exam, that would be fine. But his aspirations were far greater.
Such lofty ambitions required results that were just as eye-catching, and he couldn't be sure that an essay he considered good would be viewed the same way by others.
Thankfully, Mr. Wang had heaped praise upon his essay, even tearing up as he reached the end.
"Passing the county exam? With this level of skill, even passing the Autumn Imperial Examination would be a breeze."
Mr. Wang's tone was a mixture of dejection and hope. "Jing, I have a feeling that this year, you and I will be heading to the Prefecture for the Autumn Imperial Examination together."
These were the last words Mr. Wang spoke as he saw Zhao Jing out.
And as he said them, Mr. Wang's tone was incredibly solemn, and also incredibly envious.
