There was a silence outside the courtyard, and countless nervous glances turned to young Master Fan, unsure what this student's problem was. Fan Xian looked at the student carrying his crumpled bedclothes. "Have you checked?" he suddenly asked.

The functionary from the Ministry of Rites and the official from the Overwatch Council both gave their reports at the same time: "We've checked; there's nothing out of the ordinary."

The student raised his head and puffed out his chest as he looked at Fan Xian. His face was calm, with not a trace of nerves. Fan Xian frowned slightly. "Have you taken his clothes off and checked?"

"Yes, sir." The official to his side looked at the doorway, increasingly filling up with people, and could not help but feel slightly nervous. In a little while, the order would come from the palace. If things remained at this speed, the exam candidates would have difficulty getting in.

At that moment, Fan Xian suddenly stood up from the seat of the imperial tutor, w