Jiang Ye saw that the name of the top pick was not his own.
He returned home calmly and carried out the imperial plaque given to him by his ancestors, and knelt in front of the garrison headquarters on a rainy night.
The blood soaked into the bluestone slab, alerting the garrison general to come out to check it out personally.
"Who dares to cause trouble in front of the garrison?"
Jiang Ye raised his head, rainwater sliding down his face: "In the 372nd year of the Great Xia calendar, Jiang Ye was the head of the Jiangzhou Prefectural Court trial."
"Today's gold medal, the number one scholar who replaced me is receiving congratulations from all the people."
"Here is the golden plaque bestowed by the emperor. Either you give me justice today, or... The golden plaque is stained with blood!"
A very powerful revenge novel