Transmigrated into a story about the imperial examinations as a poor scholar who tops the exams, I was supposed to be forced by the prime minister to become his son-in-law and reduced to a pawn in a power struggle.
On the day of the palace examination, I tore up my exam paper in front of everyone.
"I accuse the prime minister of forming a faction for personal gain and manipulating the imperial examinations!"
The entire court was terrified, but the emperor on the throne only smiled with amusement.
"Oh? Then I'll give you a blade. Go kill him right now."
I stared at the imperial blade thrust into my hands, lost in thought.
This isn't how the story is supposed to go. You try to force me into the unwritten rules, and I'll flip the whole table!
