Qingzhou Prefecture.
The outside of the Imperial Academy was crowded with people at the moment.
Today was the last day of the autumn examinations. Since the morning, people had been waiting at the door, awaiting the students who finished the exam to come out.
Yang Zongbao had already inquired, got up early, asked the cook to prepare light food for digestion today, and hired a carriage to wait at the entrance of the Academy.
Finally, when the door of the Academy opened, the students inside, looking haggard, staggered out one by one.
They were originally frail scholars, now tortured by the three exams into resembling wilted cabbage, with yellow faces and trembling legs, ready to collapse at the slightest wind.
Especially among them, a few barely managed to support themselves to the exit of the Academy before their eyes rolled back, and they fainted to the ground.
