"No blame, no blame!" The old lady waved her hand repeatedly, "My Chengze..."
The registrar handed over the admission notice while making a mystery of it: "Please, Madam, take a look yourself!"
The old lady braced herself mentally.
Since the result has been reported, he must be within the Third Class, which is already a glory for the family. Even if the rank is a bit lower, it doesn't matter.
Her grandson is talented and will eventually be valued by Your Majesty.
Though she thought this way, her hands trembled violently as she received the golden silk.
She unfolded the silk with trembling hands, rubbed her eyes after a careful look, and checked it once more.
Then, she stupidly looked up, pointing at the admission notice in her hand, and asked the registrar, "This, this, this can't be a mistake, right!"
The registrar laughed, "Madam, anything can be mistaken, but never the name of the Number One Scholar; it was personally chosen by Your Majesty!"
