Miscarried?

Zhuang Heng turned around and saw the long line of people behind Yang Fen. They were all dressed in jubilant clothes and were even carrying jars of cady. He frowned and said, "This is not my mother. My mother passed away when I was three years old. She..."

"Ah? She's not your mother?" The candidates at the side widened their eyes. This question caused a huge uproar in the crowd. Everyone looked at Yang Fen in surprise while the people laughed one after another.

The few women beside Yang Fen were anxious. "That's impossible. Someone came to report the good news just now. It's our Jiang Si that became the top scorer!"

A few of the candidates laughed and pointed at the board behind them. "The person who reports the good news has already gone to the Zhuang family. The official has also sent a colored flag. How can the top scorer be someone else?"