The scholar cursed, recounting everything he had seen over the past two days.
He had been following Zhao Jing for the last two days.
He couldn't believe a young man who hadn't even come of age could become the top scorer in the provincial examination.
The world has never been short of young prodigies, but which of them didn't come from a noble background, with an entire family pouring all its resources into their education?
But Zhao Jing? What did he have?
Oh, right. A wife skilled at making incense and a family fortune.
'Since Zhao Jing had money, his title of top scorer must have been bought.'
'It had to be!'
The scholar bitterly accused Zhao Jing of being a man who, despite his noble and pure appearance, was actually despicable and rotten to the core, willing to stoop to any dirty trick for fame and honor.
