By the time evening came, she actually had a dream, and in it Ye Zi'an had ranked in the top three, riding a tall horse through the streets.
Wearing a big red flower on his chest and donning a robe of pure white brocade, he looked quite spirited and handsome.
Just as she wanted to take a closer look, the scene changed to a theatrical performance.
In the middle of the night, Yang Chuxia held her head, trying to recall, and finally thought perhaps the daytime play about the Advanced Scholar returning home in glory had left an impression on her.
However, what she didn't know was that a few days ago Ye Zi'an indeed rode on a tall horse, parading several times around the Capital City, receiving flowers and handkerchiefs thrown by young wives and old ladies alike.
This result was quite surprising even to him.
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