It has been three months since Chen Zhao traveled to this dynasty called "Dayan".
Three months was enough for him to understand one thing: the previous owner of this body was a handyman.
Not a scholar, not a farmer, not a craftsman, not a merchant.
They are handymen - the most humble category according to household registration. According to Dayan law, they are not allowed to study, take exams, or wear long robes.
"Chen Zhao, you are crazy."
"The son of a handyman wants to take the imperial examination? That is asking for death."
Chen Zhao lowered his eyes, hid the scroll in his arms, and turned around to blend into the night.
