After the nine-day imperial examination came to an end, Xie Mingwang emerged with a weary expression, yet his face still bore a smile, setting him apart from the many dejected scholars present.
As the guards escorted him into the carriage, he caught sight of someone he had longed to see. “Princess Jiayang!”
Xie Mingwang’s tone couldn’t hide his astonishment.
Quickly adjusting his somewhat disheveled attire, he revealed a hint of embarrassment. “Forgive my appearance, Princess… I… , do not look presentable at the moment.”
Not to mention his disheveled appearance, the foul odor emanating from him was enough to make even himself cringe. Let alone the fact that Princess Jiayang had witnessed it.
“Quite intriguing,” Shen Qi gently caressed the warm stove in her hand and handed it to him. “Do you have confidence?”
Upon hearing this, a flicker of excitement ignited in Xie Mingwang’s eyes, resembling a tiny flame. “Absolutely!”