"The imperial examination is the least significant?" Mr. Meng was shocked, "But the imperial examination is..." The words got stuck in his throat due to a rush of breath, rendering him speechless for a moment.
"His Highness the Tenth has many things in his mind more formidable than the imperial examination."
Mr. Meng finally caught his breath, his expression extremely excited: "Really?"
Zheng Xilin did not directly answer Mr. Meng's question but replied meaningfully, "Innate knowledge."
Hearing this, Mr. Meng was initially full of shock and then suddenly understood, murmuring, "So that's it, so that's it..."
"Achoo!" On the river surface not far from Jinling, Zhao Yao, sitting in the boat, suddenly sneezed, startling Tong Xi, who was dozing off.
"Your Highness, what's wrong? Have you caught a cold?"
"I'm fine, someone must be thinking of me," Zhao Yao said, rubbing his itchy nose, "It must be Third Uncle missing me."
