It was the early morning of the first day of the third month of the first year of Dao'an, and the results of the keju were about to be released. The announcement board was still empty as anything, but its surroundings had long since grown crowded. They'd waited been waiting far too long. For some scholars, they'd merely waited an extra half year, but for many more, they'd waited decades. And there were even some who'd struggled for an entire lifetime, and hadn't managed to make it to this keju. But now, there was less than a shichen, and all the results were about to be published. Xu Shuqiao was pressed amongst that crowd as well. She was too thin, and in the push of the crowd, she'd nearly fallen over a number of times. There were countless people like her in this crowd, and no one paid any attention. No one had heard of the name Xu Shuqiao before, but if the name Xu Lianzhao, then the scholars who'd stayed in the capital in recent years would all take ...