In the seventh year of Qingli, the Queen extended an olive branch to Wulin. Each martial arts sect needs to select 1 to 2 elite disciples to go to Beijing to study. Those who perform well in the Imperial College can directly be promoted to a noble rank or even become the prime minister.
Various sects in the martial arts world held small meetings all night long, trying to figure out whether it was a Hongmen banquet or a real great benefit promised to the martial arts world. Among them, Cangmen was the most excited among them.
"Mother, I don't want to go, this must be a Hongmen Banquet." Sheng Jialu hugged the pillar and wailed.
The middle-aged woman sitting at the head of the table raised her eyebrows and waited expectantly for Sheng Jialu's next words.
"If I get a D grade every year in the exam, I'm afraid I won't have to stay in the Imperial Academy until I die or grow old. Mother, they want to hold the emperor hostage to order the princes."
The middle-aged woman's forehead throbbed with veins, but she finally couldn't hold it back and threw a tea cup at her, "Get out of here and pack your luggage."
She was wrong. She really expected her incompetent daughter to tell her that she was ugly.
Purpose: to escape from romance, go to school, help the world and save the people