Lu Zhaoyan shot a glare at Prince Ming: "He doesn't know, but you do?"
Prince Ming glanced at the true and false Qilin sitting in the middle of the grand hall: "I don't know, which is why I'm not the one taking today's exam. Since he's up there, he has to!"
Lu Zhaoyan asked coldly, "Who told you that being up there means he has to know?"
"So he really doesn't know?"
Prince Ming's heart ached so much he could hardly breathe.
His ten thousand taels of silver! He had staked his entire fortune!
All to strike big and recover the silver he'd lost before…
Now it was all gone, just like that…
Lu Zhaoyan had no time to humor his younger brother's anguish over his silver. From his vantage point, he could see both his son's and Lu Qi's progress clearly.
Although he couldn't make out Lu Qi's answers, the way his brush moved swiftly and decisively suggested he was completely at ease.
But why hadn't his son started writing yet?
His son wasn't an idiot, absolutely not.
