NOVPUBDon’t think Zhou Yu’s driving was lightning fast; when Li Nuo tried it himself, it was simply not the same thing.
Even though his speed was unbelievably slow, that horse was truly just taking a stroll; yet when passing through the first section of the road, he was still jolted until his butt hurt.
In the second section with consecutive turns, if not for Housekeeper Wu using True Qi to lift him, he would have ended up in the ditch three times.
On the third section of the road, even crawling through the narrow Yuan Gate at a snail’s pace, he couldn’t avoid scraping against it.
He walked leisurely through the fourth section’s branch road and happened to not take any wrong turns.
But in the last test, he shot five times, missed five times, and did not even graze the edge of the target…
After driving back to the starting point, Li Nuo looked at Zhou Yu racing like the wind on the track and muttered to himself, "It’s all on you now…"
Not far away, a figure who had been watching Li Nuo couldn’t help but almost burst out laughing, observing everything.
Among the Five Imperial arts, he couldn’t even master one.
And yet he wants to take the Imperial Examination?
He really didn’t know what the Marquis was worried about, going to such great lengths for such a mediocrity, squandering tens of thousands of taels of silver just to prevent him from taking part in the next Imperial Examination…
With his abilities, he couldn’t even pass the spring exam, so how could he become an Advanced Scholar?
The man sneered, no longer interested in watching, and quickly left the Horse Field, boarding a carriage.
The carriage traveled through Chang’an Street for a moment and soon arrived in front of a grand gate.
Marquis Yongshou’s Mansion.
After listening to his subordinate’s description, Marquis Yongshou’s first reaction was disbelief, and he couldn’t help asking, "Are you sure you didn’t mistake the person, that it was truly Li Xuanjing’s son?"
The man nodded decisively and said, "Back to Marquis, it’s impossible to mistake him, I know what Li Xuanjing’s son looks like, I personally witnessed him getting off the carriage from Li Mansion…"
Marquis Yongshou still couldn’t believe it and continued to ask, "His horse riding that bad?"
The man couldn’t help but laugh and said, "Not just bad, he completely doesn’t get it. Even letting the dogs from the Marquis Mansion drive would be better than him. Marquis, you really worried too much this time…"
Marquis Yongshou sat back in his chair and gently sipped his tea.
Could it be he really worried too much?
Even if it was an overreaction, he couldn’t be blamed.
Blame should be placed on Li Xuanjing who had left an indelible memory.
He was very worried that another Li Xuanjing would emerge at court.
Dealing with one Li Xuanjing was difficult enough, not to mention Li Xuanjing, though ruthless, still had reservations and wouldn’t easily lay hands on the nobles.
His son was even more unrestrained.
It now seemed he really had worried too much.
Li Xuanjing’s son, unlike his illustrious father, was an utter mediocrity.
No, he just couldn’t understand it; if the kid was incompetent, why was he rushing to enter the academy?
It caused him undue concern, forcing him to proceed ahead of schedule, rashly spending silver to establish connections with the three provinces, wasting tens of thousands of taels of silver in vain.
Those tens of thousands of taels could have been saved if he dealt with the officials more gradually, one by one, to be reserved for more important matters.
He had originally thought that Li Xuanjing’s son was a fool, a mere spread of false news.
Perhaps it was a smokescreen to divert others’ attention.
From his performance these days, Li Xuanjing’s son was not only not a fool but also inherited Li Xuanjing’s intelligence.
He was very worried that this was all Li Xuanjing’s scheme.
Perhaps, in these eighteen years, he had secretly trained his son to master the Six Arts, aiming to make a sensational debut in the Imperial Examination, and then to join him as an official at court, completely taking control of the court in their hands.
Fortunately, it was all an overthought...
