A Humble Scholar's Road to the Exams, Starting with My Sister Beating the Young Master to Tears

In his previous life, Su Ping’an was battered by hardship and tormented by illness. After struggling for years, he was finally defeated by his disease.

He looked up at the sky, ready to curse, but in the blink of an eye, he discovered he had been born into a poor family in ancient times.

His new family came with poverty, a domineering mother, a miserly grandmother, young siblings, and a grandfather obsessed with becoming an official.

Changing the family’s fate through the imperial exams was everyone’s shared dream and fixation. The problem was that his father and second uncle were famous good-for-nothings who worked hard at being useless.

Su Ping’an: Another brand-new disaster from the start...

His little sister had the appetite of a gluttonous beast and the strength of an ox. At six years old, Su Ping’an took his younger brother and sister out to earn their keep.

But then his little sister lightly punched a rich young master and sent his front teeth flying.

Su Ping’an rolled his eyes. Life really did always have room to get worse. Forget it, let the world end...

After a while, he opened his eyes. Forget it, no more playing it safe.

And so began his complicated, yet brilliantly dazzling life.

At six, he started at the village school. He had a photographic memory and the talent of a prodigy, astonishing the countryside.

His whole clan rallied behind him, and the local gentry offered money.

When he passed the exams, not a single relative or neighbor dared call the Su family fools again.

At sixteen, he earned the top honors in all six levels of the imperial examinations, making a name for himself in the capital!

Just look: amid all the splendor, in a blue robe on a white horse, the young man steals the show!

After carefree days came the realization that entering court was like plunging into a sea of unfathomable depths.

The land was crowded with powerful aristocrats, and danger lurked everywhere.

Surrounded by wolves, every step was a trap, every path a snare, with countless schemes and nets closing in.

Who could have guessed that amid the power struggles and hidden murderous intent,

a nobody would end up winning such a glorious victory?

Beside the throne in the Golden Hall, his grandfather, the official-obsessed old man, called out in desperation:

“Dear grandson, what time does court end today?”