Prince Jin doubted his ears.
A literary test, wasn't it? Shouldn't it be on the Four Books and Five Classics, or essay debates? How did it turn into farming?
An Emperor isn't a farmer!
Not only Prince Jin, but his five brothers and many court officials were equally stunned.
Prince Ming glanced at Lu Zhaoyan and whispered, "What's going on?"
Lu Zhaoyan replied softly, "How would I know? When has anyone ever been able to guess Father's intentions?"
It wasn't as though he'd never tried to probe for the exam content, but the three top ministers and nine senior officials who emerged from the Imperial Study Room had kept their mouths sealed tightly—none had revealed a single detail.
That said, he wasn't as shocked as Prince Jin.
Following conventional logic would hardly be something Father would do.
Prince Ming asked worriedly, "Second Brother, can your son handle this? I mean, with his delicate, pampered face, can he even farm?"
