The county examination begins.
All the candidates filed in, but Shen Yan was blocked from the door.
"Shen Qingshan's son?" The teacher squinted at him, with a sneer on his lips, "Your father is a criminal who was exiled for fraud. According to the law, three generations are not allowed to take the exam."
There was laughter all around.
Shen Yan stood there, his back straight.
He did not argue or beg for mercy, but slowly took out a roll of yellowed documents from his sleeve. His voice was not loud, but the words were clear -
"Article 37 of "Daliang Law: Election Chapter": Children of guilty ministers will not be allowed to take the exam for three generations.
However, Article 39 of the same article also states: If the person is pardoned or the case is overturned, his son will not be subject to this restriction. "
He raised his eyes and looked at Jiao Yu's face that instantly froze.
"My father's case file was dismissed by the Ministry of Criminal Justice for retrial half a month ago."
"According to law, you have no right to deprive me of my scientific qualifications."
Silence fell.
Jiaoyu's face was ashen, but the disciples from the aristocratic family behind him suddenly smiled.
"So what if you enter the examination room?" The man waved his folding fan, his eyes full of contempt, "After committing a sin, you still want to stand up?
I want to see what you can argue with us about. "
Shen Yan said nothing, just took the number plate and walked into the door.
But it doesn't matter.
He has been dormant for seven years, waiting for today.
