One day, two days, three days, four days, five days. At last it was the morning of the fifth day. Surprisingly, all the gambling dens in the city opened their doors early in the morning to welcome customers. The continuous stream of gamblers crowded the gambling densâ doors, making them impenetrable. In addition, the tea shops and restaurants were also exceptionally bustling with excitement today and every seat was taken by guests. Even those shabby, tiny taverns that usually had no visitors during the day were jam-packed with diners.
What the people were discussing enthusiastically about was precisely the notice that would be put up today.
âIn the Imperial Collegeâs notice of successful examinees today, donât know how many handsome and talented youngsters will fill Yanjing this year.â
âMing Yi Hall will also put out their notice today. Many of the noble misses are talented and good-looking. Who would carry the best reputation this year?â
The most talked about were still âMeng Hong Jinâ and âJiang Liâ, these two names.
âIn my opinion, the best thing to see today is Ming Yi Hallâs notice. Everyone, letâs not forget, before the examination, the young lady from Chengxuan envoyâs residence and the noble daughter from the chief assistantâs house have made a bet. Whoever loses has to kneel at Ming Yi Hallâs gate and apologize. What Imperial Collegeâs gifted scholars and Ming Yi Hallâs talented girls, they both donât have the excitement of this wager. Donât you think so?â
Everyone toasted in agreement. Someone shook their head and said: âThe chief assistant is pitiful. This time, the peaceful house of the chief of the court official is implicated by this malicious daughter and reduced to a laughingstock.â
âSad, sad.â Another person followed with a sigh.
âIsnât there still a third miss in the chief assistantâs house? That third miss is worthy of being a daughter of a noble house. Master Jiang couldnât be counted as totally embarrassed.â
âLet me state the difference, the birth mother of Jiang third miss is the young lady from Vice Imperial Censor Jiâs family, educated and intelligent. While the birth mother of Jiang second miss was just a merchant. So to speak, marry a virtuous wife from the same status. You see how a daughter from a merchantâs family turned out to be, the daughter she gave birth to is also not proper to be seenâŚâŚ.â
At this moment, Ye Shijie was sitting among the guests downstairs in Yanjingâs biggest restaurant, Wang Xian Lou. His ears were buzzing with the comments made by the people on this matter. Hearing âa merchantâ, Ye Shijie clenched his fists.
A close friend beside him asked: âLooking at the time, the notice should have been put out. Why is there still no movement?â
He just finished speaking and immediately saw the crowd near the window suddenly made some noise. Someone said: âComing, coming!â
The man who posted the long-awaited list came.
The people waiting outside cheered and surrounded him at once but the imperial bodyguards kept the crowd back. After the red list of names were posted on a prominent wall and the man posting it had left, the impatient crowd immediately moved like the wind and encircled it.
Some people couldnât squeeze in, their heads could be seen bouncing outside, trying in vain to see. From time to time they asked the people inside: âHave you seen it? Whoâs at the top of the list?â
Thereâs an uproar outside, Ye Shijie, this name was too unfamiliar, apparently not belonging to any of the capitalâs official families.
âWhat about Ming Yi Hall?â In the middle of the chaos, some people were more concerned about other things and asked: âWho occupies Ming Yi Hallâs top position?â
A young man acting just like a microphone lengthened his voice and said: âThe top position at Ming Yi Hall is, is âââ His voice abruptly stopped and was replaced the sound of a long, cold breath sucked in.
The surrounding crowd became increasingly anxious and their heart itched. They urged and scolded: âQuickly ah, why the suspense, in the end who is it?â
The young man was shoved a few times before he came out of his daze. He turned around in a bad mood and spat out a name.