Mo Shu nodded, "Second place in the written exam..."
Her voice trailed off as Mo Shu looked around the room.
Si Qiao seemed calm, but Xuanyuan Yichuan's face clearly showed anticipation.
Mo Shu gave him a glance, then looked away, "It's Qiao Cang."
Qiao Cang sat steadily, only slightly raising an eyebrow, showing no discernible expression.
However, his demeanor and presence were far from what a guard should have.
Moreover, his handwriting was exquisite.
The strength and character in it even made her feel inadequate.
His literary talent was exceptional, and though she'd never seen him perform martial arts, his footsteps revealed extraordinary Qinggong.
Why would someone like him be willing to remain a mere guard in the deep palace?
Mo Shu suddenly felt something was amiss.
She looked at him, and Qiao Cang quickly caught her gaze, openly meeting her eyes. Mo Shu could clearly see the aggressiveness and intensity buried deep in his eyes.
Mo Shu felt a twinge of surprise.
