Great Zhou Wensheng

Chapter 244 The Grand Examination in the Hall! Five Confucian Scholars Arrive! (2-word Update)

Inside the Jiangyin Marquis's residence in Luoyang, bestowed by the emperor, an incense table had already been set up, the air filled with the fragrance of sandalwood, creating a solemn atmosphere.

Xue Lingqi, dressed in the elaborate and solemn attire of a third-rank lady, knelt together with Jiang Xingzhou, who was dressed in the everyday clothes of a Marquis of Jiangyin, to receive the imperial edict.

The high-pitched, melodious voice of the eunuch from the Directorate of Ceremonial echoed clearly in the courtyard:

"The Emperor, by the Will of Heaven, decrees:

Zier Xue Lingqi is the wife of Jiang Xingzhou, the Left Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue and Marquis of Jiangyin.

Born into a distinguished family, possessing a kind and gentle heart, she is skilled in domestic matters and a suitable wife and mother.

She has rendered meritorious service and is a model of a noblewoman.

"You are hereby granted the title of Third-Rank Lady, and bestowed with an imperial edict. So be it—"

"Your Majesty, I, Xue Lingqi, kowtow in gratitude for Your Majesty's boundless grace! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

Xue Lingqi suppressed her excitement, respectfully kowtowed, and then solemnly accepted the imperial edict made of bright yellow silk, which symbolized supreme honor and status.

Just as her fingertips touched the imperial edict and she took it completely into her hands—

"Buzz!"

A sudden change occurred!

An invisible wave rippled outwards from the imperial edict!
In the center of Luoyang, the Confucian Temple, which enshrines Confucian sages of all ages and embodies the literary fortune and talent of the world, seemed to be in a mysterious resonance with the imperial edict that contained the power of imperial authority and the destiny of the nation!

A beam of pure, brilliant, and upright talent, as if drawn by an invisible force, suddenly broke through the clouds and pierced the sky from the direction of the Confucian Temple, precisely enveloping Xue Lingqi, who had just stood up!
The pillar of light contains not just simple energy, but also a vast ocean of profound principles and boundless primordial energy!
"Is this... a blessing from the Confucian Temple? An infusion of literary energy triggered by the official conferment?"

A look of understanding and surprise flashed in Jiang Xingzhou's eyes.

He knew that in this world where literature and morality were manifest, a formal and high-ranking investiture by the imperial court was itself a kind of "certification" recognized by heaven and earth and the fate of the nation.

It can draw upon the unseen blessings of literary traditions, enabling the recipient to unlock or significantly enhance their literary cultivation!

This is another manifestation of the literary principle of "excelling in learning leads to officialdom"—"nobility is accompanied by literary talent"!
Xue Lingqi's delicate body trembled slightly as she felt a warm and powerful torrent instantly sweep over her limbs and bones, pulling her consciousness into a profound and mysterious state of enlightenment where she forgot herself and the world around her.

Under the sweeping, baptism and transformation of this vast literary energy, the originally ordinary meridians in her body underwent a complete transformation, like a dry riverbed receiving sweet rain!

Deep within his dantian, a massive amount of literary energy converged wildly, following some ancient literary principles, rapidly constructing a palace-like phantom—though somewhat small, its structure was solid, radiating a soft white light.

The scholar's literary examination is complete!

This is the foundation of literature and the origin of storing, refining, and transforming literary spirit in the future.

As soon as the literary palace was completed, at its core, a point of spiritual light suddenly bloomed, transforming into a crystal-clear, exquisite core that shimmered with a steadfast light—

The scholar's literary mind is now clear!
Once this mind is settled, it signifies the initial establishment of one's literary and moral will, enabling one to understand one's true nature and remain unaffected by any evil.

Immediately afterwards, a surge of righteous energy rose within him, resonating with his literary inspiration, and coalescing into an invisible yet incredibly resilient barrier of will—

A man of courage and integrity, he shall live!

With literary courage protecting one's body, righteousness arises naturally; one is fearless of slander and undaunted by pressure—this is the embodiment of the spiritual strength of literary cultivation.

Finally, his bones emitted a subtle yet clear hum, as if infused with an immortal and indestructible essence, becoming more resilient and translucent, with a subtle, restrained radiance—

The scholar's literary talent is complete!

Only by forging a strong literary foundation can one better support the physical body, bear the weight of a more powerful literary energy, and lay a solid foundation for performing more profound literary arts.

The ranks of the top scholars: Tong Sheng, Xiu Cai, Ju Ren, and Jin Shi!
The foundation of literature and morality was laid in the four realms, and with the tremendous opportunity of being granted the title of a third-rank imperial consort and receiving the inspiration of the Confucian Temple, it was achieved in one fell swoop with unstoppable momentum!
While the process may seem slow to describe, the entire process, from the arrival of the pillar of light to the completion of the transformation, actually took only a few breaths.

As the magnificent pillar of literary energy slowly dissipated, the strange phenomena in the world subsided.

Xue Lingqi slowly opened her eyes, and a light of wisdom flowed within them. Her aura had changed dramatically!
She once possessed the spirited and heroic air of a daughter from a distinguished military family, but now she exudes the tranquility of a scholarly family and the profound wisdom and insight unique to those with literary cultivation.

She could clearly feel the real and tangible literary palace, the firm and pulsating literary heart, the literary courage that guarded her spirit, and the literary bones that supported her foundation within her body. An indescribable joy surged into her heart, and she almost cried out in surprise!

This means that from this day forward, she is no longer a sheltered young woman who needs to rely entirely on her husband for protection, but a true scholar who has been recognized by both Heaven and the court!

Although this level of cultivation came from an imperial decree and started as a Jinshi (a successful candidate in the highest imperial examinations), it was not as solid as the foundation and profound understanding that ordinary scholars would have achieved through years of hard study and breakthroughs. However, the literary rank was real!

The literary rules of the Great Zhou Dynasty: Once the literary palace is built and the literary spirit is condensed, it is as if a door has been opened and it will remain in the body forever. Afterwards, one only needs to continuously accumulate knowledge and hone one's literary spirit to steadily improve!

"Husband!"

Xue Lingqi looked excitedly at Jiang Xingzhou, who had been protecting her, her voice trembling with barely suppressed joy.

"I...I really have literary talent, literary heart, literary courage, and literary bones within me!"
I feel... I feel that my thoughts are clearer than ever before. Many difficult and obscure classics are now easy to understand!

Even... even the literary energy flowing between heaven and earth can be clearly felt!

Is this... is this the power that comes with the title of Jinshi (进士)?

Am I...am I also able to wield grand poetic and literary arts like those scholars?

Jiang Xingzhou looked at his wife's eyes, which were exceptionally bright with joy at this great surprise, and his heart was filled with comfort and tenderness.

He stepped forward, gently stroked her hair, and said with a warm smile, "Of course."

A third-rank lady, with the same rank as a Jinshi (successful candidate in the highest imperial examination).

The imperial edict has inspired the Confucian temple to reshape your literary foundation; this is your blessing and good fortune.

From this day forward, Lingqi, you will officially hold the title of Jinshi (a high-ranking scholar in the imperial examinations).

Although practical experience and literary skills still need to be learned and accumulated gradually, the foundation of literary knowledge has been established, and the candidate already possesses the ability to display literary talent at the level of a Jinshi (a successful candidate in the highest imperial examinations).

Upon hearing this, Xue Lingqi was overjoyed, as if a whole new world full of infinite possibilities had suddenly opened up before her eyes.

She can not only be more compatible with her husband in terms of status and literary position, and stand side by side, but also truly step into the literary world that she has always admired and longed for, a world where poetry and literature can change reality!
"That's wonderful! In the future, when my husband is handling official business and reviewing documents in the study, I can also quietly study the classics beside him, and perhaps even be able to help in some ways and share your burdens!"

She said excitedly, then clenched her fist, her eyes becoming incredibly determined, "Husband, rest assured, I will definitely study hard and comprehend it diligently, and I will not let down this great opportunity and His Majesty's boundless grace!"

Jiang Xingzhou nodded with a smile, his eyes full of encouragement.

With this genuine Jinshi degree, Xue Lingqi's personal strength and potential are now on a completely different level.

In addition, the poems and articles of the [Mingzhou] and even [Zhenguo] level that he had prepared for her to gradually master were enough to raise her combat ability to the top level of the Jinshi realm in time.

At that time, ordinary demon generals and the like will be no match for her.

This undoubtedly put his mind at ease about his wife's safety.

The courtyard is deep and secluded, and the moonlight, like quicksilver, spills onto the ground, bathing the rugged rockery and lush flowers and trees in a soft glow.

Jiang Xingzhou and Xue Lingqi strolled side by side along the winding stone path, the night breeze carrying the refreshing fragrance of flowers and plants.

Xue Lingqi savored the newly formed literary palace, the vibrant literary heart, the solid literary courage and backbone within her body, and an unprecedented sense of fulfillment and curiosity about the unknown future intertwined in her heart.

"Husband,"

She tilted her head slightly and asked softly, her eyes sparkling with a thirst for knowledge, "The title of Jinshi (进士) has made me feel as if the world has been renewed, as if a hazy veil has been lifted."

So... after becoming a Jinshi (a successful candidate in the highest imperial examinations), how should one further improve one's literary skills?

What mysteries lie within the realm of Grand Secretaries in the Imperial Academy that you are about to face?

Jiang Xingzhou stood with his hands behind his back, stopped, and looked up at the vast and boundless starry sky. His gaze was deep, as if he could see through layers of void and see the ever-flowing river of literature and the Way, which carries the wisdom of the world throughout the ages.

His voice was calm and soothing, yet it naturally carried a captivating quality, as if expounding the profound truths of the universe.
“Cultivating one’s literary skills is like climbing a nine-story tower, with each level offering its own unique scenery.”

"The essence of becoming a Jinshi lies in refining one's literary style."

This has forged a solid framework to support one's own path, like the beams and pillars of a house, enabling literary cultivators to bear more powerful literary energy and unleash more powerful literary arts, thus initially possessing the ability to influence reality and intervene in the war situation.

At this stage, the flow of literary energy largely follows the fixed methods recorded in ancient texts, much like copying calligraphy—the form is similar, but the spirit is incomplete. It has not yet truly resonated and interacted with the vast, boundless, and spiritually rich literary tradition of the world.

He paused, giving Xue Lingqi a moment to process what he had said, before continuing:

"Upon reaching the level of a Hanlin Academician, one must, within the already solidified literary realm, rely on a profound understanding of scholarship and exquisite control of literary style to carve out a unique literary lineage of one's own."

"This meridian does not refer to the meridians of the human body, but rather to the bridge and channel connecting one's own literary palace (small world) with the literary energy of the external world (large world). It is also a symbol of the initial formation of one's own knowledge system and ideological insights."

Once the literary tradition is established, the efficiency of absorbing the literary energy of heaven and earth will increase exponentially, and the sensitivity to the ultimate principles of heaven and earth and the laws of all things will be incomparable to that of a Jinshi (a successful candidate in the highest imperial examinations).

At this point, Wenxiu could invoke even grander celestial phenomena and unleash powerful literary arts closer to the very essence of the laws, beginning to truly possess the rudiments of 'acting on behalf of Heaven.'

Xue Lingqi listened with rapt attention, as if a clear and unobstructed path to cultivation was unfolding before her eyes.

Jiang Xingzhou's voice became slightly more solemn at this moment, carrying an explanation of a higher realm: "And the Grand Scholar of the Hall... this realm is a crucial watershed in the cultivation of the literary path, the starting point for truly stepping into the pinnacle of the literary path, and also the key to distinguishing between 'users' and 'masters'."

"To reach this level, the key is to condense a literary core in the deepest part of the literary palace!"

"Wen Shu?"

Xue Lingqi murmured the word repeatedly, feeling the immense power and mystery it contained.

"Indeed, Wen Shu means the central core of the literary path."

Jiang Xingzhou explained in detail, his tone resolute, "It is no longer a simple bridge or framework, but a highly condensed and concrete core of its own understanding, insights, and knowledge of literature and the Way!"

It is the central hub that governs all one's own literary energy, knowledge, and will, and even has the power to influence and regulate a portion of the laws of heaven and earth!

"Once the literary foundation is established, literary cultivators can truly 'master' the power of literature, rather than merely 'utilizing' its superficial aspects."

Its power far surpasses that of Hanlin scholars, and it has already begun to possess the rudimentary form of the supreme power of "words becoming law" and "writing conveying the Way".

It can be said that only those scholars who have gathered the essence of literature can truly enter the profound hall of literature and possess the qualifications to participate in shaping the rules and influencing the fate of the nation.

Above this lies the realm of the great Confucian scholar, capable of giving rise to a literary domain and educating the people!

Xue Lingqi was filled with excitement and couldn't help but ask, "Then... my husband, how can we consolidate this crucial literary foundation and become a Grand Secretary of the Hall of Literary Excellence?"

Jiang Xingzhou smiled faintly, the moonlight outlining the contours of his profile: "The conventional way is through the imperial examination administered by the court."

"At that time, His Majesty will be present in person, and all civil and military officials will attend the ceremony, attracting the attention of all discerning people in the world."

The imperial court would dispatch five highly respected Confucian scholars of the time to form an assessment team and publicly quiz them.

The topics were open to all scholars and determined entirely by the five scholars based on their own knowledge and understanding of national affairs.

It may encompass profound insights from classical texts, strategies for governing the country, calculations and predictions in astronomy and geography, and even practical measures for dealing with foreign tribes and alleviating the hardships of the people…

The assessment evaluates the candidate's depth and breadth of knowledge, their ability to adapt to changing circumstances, and their understanding and affinity with the nation's cultural and historical context.

He went on to elaborate, as if stating a common matter: "Moreover, there are also differences in rank among the Grand Secretaries of the Hall of Fame, which can be seen from the Hall of Fame titles they are granted."

There were ten titles for Grand Secretaries, belonging to the Five Pavilions and Five Palaces.

He counted on his fingers, his voice clear:

"The five pavilions are: Wenyuan Pavilion, Longtu Pavilion, Kuizhang Pavilion, Tiren Pavilion, and East Pavilion;
The five halls are: Wenhua Hall, Wuying Hall, Jixian Hall, Chongzheng Hall, and Baohe Hall.

"Among them, the titles of Grand Secretary of Wenyuan Pavilion and Grand Secretary of Wenhua Hall are the most prestigious, symbolizing the most profound and pure scholarship, and can be regarded as the ultimate honor for civil officials."

Therefore, the assessment is extremely rigorous, usually requiring the unanimous approval of five great Confucian scholars to be granted the title. It is extremely difficult and almost a perfect standard.

The titles of Grand Scholar in other halls and pavilions may only require the approval of one to four great Confucian scholars.

Therefore, a discerning person can glean some insight into the talent and recognition of a Grand Secretary by observing the title bestowed upon them.

Xue Lingqi was astonished. Did the five great scholars unanimously agree?
This is an almost unimaginable challenge, meaning that one cannot have the slightest weakness in any aspect, such as knowledge, insight, adaptability, or temperament, and must withstand the repeated questioning of five top Confucian scholars without any flaws.

"certainly,"

Jiang Xingzhou changed the subject, his tone still calm, "There is more than one path in this world."

There is another way to bypass the imperial examinations and be promoted to Grand Secretary of the Hall of Literary Brilliance.

"For example, if a scholar of the Hanlin Academy could endure loneliness in the Hanlin Academy and spend decades or even half a lifetime of effort to independently compile, supplement, and annotate a fragmented classic left by ancient sages, so that its buried wisdom could shine again, the merit would benefit the present and the future."

Therefore, on the day the sacred text is completed and its literary brilliance soars to the heavens, the literary energy of heaven and earth will spontaneously resonate and bestow abundant blessings, which will naturally help him to consolidate his literary talent and be promoted to Grand Academician of the Hall of Fame.

This path requires no external assistance; it relies entirely on one's own perseverance, knowledge, and determination. However, it is extremely time-consuming and cannot be undertaken by anyone but those with great perseverance and wisdom.

He knew in his heart that he did not have that much time to spend his life studying the scriptures and slowly repairing them.

Although the northern frontier is at peace, undercurrents are surging throughout the land, and the situation in Luoyang is constantly changing.

He needs to acquire greater power and higher authority more quickly.

Upon hearing this, Xue Lingqi nodded silently, understanding in her heart.

Whether facing the rigorous tests of five great Confucian scholars, which were as intense as gold tested by fire.

Choosing either the solitary path of studying classics with a lifetime of dedication and companionship is no easy task, but one filled with hardship and challenges.

She looked up at Jiang Xingzhou beside her. In the moonlight, his figure was as tall and straight as a pine tree, and his eyes were filled with fervent anticipation.

With my husband's extraordinary talent, unparalleled achievements, and his unwavering confidence, he will surely choose the most challenging path, the one that will best showcase his unparalleled strength and brilliance to the world.

Facing the joint examination of five renowned Confucian scholars of the time, one must seize the most prestigious position of Grand Secretary of the Wenyuan Pavilion or Wenhua Hall!

cabinet.

It was eerily quiet, with only the finest sandalwood burning silently in the ancient bronze incense burner, emitting wisps of blue smoke that swirled among the beams and pillars.

Chen Shaoqing, the Grand Secretary; Guo Zheng, the Attendant-in-Ordinary; and Wei Min, the Minister of the Imperial Secretariat—these three Grand Secretaries held the reins of the empire and could decide the fate of the nation with a single word.

At this moment, they sat around a heavy rosewood desk, facing a list of great Confucian scholars whose ink was just beginning to dry, their brows slightly furrowed.

The atmosphere was unlike the usual confident and strategic discussions on matters of state; instead, it was unusually somber and... a sense of helplessness in the face of a transcendent power.

On the list, five weighty names were prominently displayed in dignified regular script: Lu Mingde, Dong Xian, Li Wenyuan, Zheng Shouchang, and Zhou Pu.

"Ugh……"

Minister Wei Min was the first to break the oppressive silence.
He raised his hand and rubbed his slightly swollen temples vigorously, letting out a weary sigh.
"After careful consideration and weighing the pros and cons, it seems that the only Confucian scholars in Luoyang and the surrounding areas who can be invited and whose status and qualifications are sufficient to serve as examiners for the Grand Scholars of the Hall of Fame are... indeed these five."

There is no longer a suitable candidate who possesses both sufficient literary talent and prestige to command respect.

Guo Zheng, the Imperial Attendant, slowly put down the celadon teacup in his hand. The warm tea seemed unable to dispel the slight chill in his heart.

He extended a finger, its tip carrying a cautious strength, and gently tapped on the names on the list, analyzing in a complex tone:
"Lu Mingde has been in charge of Songyang Academy for decades. His students and old friends are all over the court and the country. His knowledge is as vast as the sea. He is upright and incorruptible. If we invite him to take charge, no one can find fault with him. He can silence all the criticisms in the world."

Li Wenyuan was a master of the Spring and Autumn Annals, and his profound insights earned him the position of a great Confucian scholar. As the head of the Imperial Academy, he was a model of education for the entire nation. This examination was crucial to the orthodoxy of literature and morality, and he was indispensable to the cause.

Zheng Shouchang was the head of the Hanlin Academy, and assessing the Hanlin scholars for promotion to Grand Secretaries was his duty, which he could not avoid both morally and logically.

His finger moved slightly, lingering on the name "Dong Xian".

He paused, his tone becoming subtle: "As for Lord Dong... he is the mentor of Prime Minister Chen, a veteran of the previous dynasty, highly respected and influential among scholars. Having him preside over the examination would best demonstrate its fairness and supreme authority."

As he spoke, he glanced meaningfully at Chen Shaoqing, who had remained silent. The unspoken message was clear—with Dong Xian, one of their own, in the evaluation panel, they could at least ensure that the assessment wouldn't completely spiral out of control, preventing Jiang Xingzhou from passing too easily. Finally, his fingertip landed on the last name, "Zhou Pu," his tone carrying a hint of respect and uncertainty: "Lord Zhou Pu is a master of the *I Ching*, possessing profound understanding of the mysteries of the universe. He has long since retired from public life, no longer concerned with worldly affairs."

It is said that he is close to becoming a demigod!
The fact that we were able to persuade him this time was entirely due to His Majesty's divine power and the allure of this assessment itself, which was related to the fortunes of the literary world.

With this almost reclusive, semi-saintly candidate present, the assessment gains a detached credibility, making the outcome seem more ordained by destiny.

Chen Shaoqing listened quietly to the analysis of his two colleagues.

Only then did he slowly raise his eyelids and begin to speak, his voice still as steady as that of a prime minister.

But upon closer listening, one could detect a hint of helplessness that was difficult to completely conceal: "It seems that this is the only way to finalize the list."

But we both understand perfectly well that at the level of a great Confucian scholar… their will is far beyond the control of ordinary people and those with power.

His gaze swept over Guo Zheng and Wei Min, carrying a hint of worldly wisdom and self-deprecation: "Firstly, how rare are the number of great Confucian scholars?"
There are only a handful of them!

Each one of them is an extraordinary being who has endured a century of hard study, comprehended the principles of literature, and reached the edge of the laws of literature and the Way. They are truly national treasures and the backbone of literature and the Way.

Let alone us, the prime ministers, even His Majesty, the supreme ruler, must treat them with the utmost respect and deference; power and influence have no effect whatsoever!

Secondly,

He sighed softly, a sigh that carried a profound meaning, "These five people before me have special identities."

They are either our teachers or seniors, whose kindness is as high as a mountain, like Teacher Dong to me;
They are either far superior to us in terms of literary rank, seniority, and reputation, such as Li Wenyuan and Zheng Shouchang;
Or they are already detached from worldly affairs, their minds wandering to the highest realms, like Zhou Pugong.

They have their own unshakable code of conduct, and their hearts are set on the true meaning of literature and the ultimate principles of heaven and earth.

The power balance, factional gains and losses, and future patterns that we fuss over in the imperial court... these worldly concerns are probably no different from fleeting clouds in their eyes, which are almost like the heart of a saint. They might even find them petty, laughable, and lamentable.

Do you expect them to put pressure on Jiang Xingzhou during the assessment because of our "favor" or "hints"?
Ah, I'm afraid that's just wishful thinking on our part.

Upon hearing this, Wei Min gave a wry smile that reflected his deep sympathy and replied, "What Prime Minister Chen said is absolutely right."

The heart of a great Confucian scholar is close to that of a sage; he follows the Way and adheres to reason.

When they preside over this assessment, all they see is whether Jiang Xingzhou's literary talent is as solid as a mountain, whether his knowledge is as profound as the sea, and whether his understanding of the Way of Literature touches the source, to judge whether he truly possesses the qualifications to unite the 'literary hub' and bear the destiny of the nation.

As for whether his promotion was too rapid, or whether it would affect the balance of power that we have painstakingly maintained... these are mundane concerns of the power arena, which the great Confucian scholars would likely scoff at and disdain.

The three prime ministers, who wielded immense power and could turn the tide of events at will, were now faced with a list that, while seemingly drafted by them, contained immense uncertainty. Surprisingly, they felt a sense of helplessness, like "a scholar encountering a soldier, unable to reason with him."

Faced with absolute and transcendent literary and moral strength and status, all the ingenious schemes and calculations seem so pale and insignificant.

All they seemed to be able to do was respectfully invite these five "masters of literature and philosophy" and set up the stage for the examination of the Grand Scholars of the Hall. As for whether the final performance on the stage would be a comedy or a "tragedy" that they did not want to see, it was completely beyond their control.

The decision can only be made by Jiang Xingzhou's own abilities and the judgment criteria of those five great scholars.

"That's all,"

Chen Shaoqing finally shook off the resentment and helplessness in his heart, raised his hand and waved it as if he had made up his mind, "The list is hereby finalized and will be submitted to His Majesty for review immediately."

As for the assessment results... that depends on Jiang Xingzhou's own fortune and true talent.

If he can truly rely on his exceptional abilities to pass the rigorous scrutiny of the five great Confucian scholars and successfully consolidate the literary foundation, then that is his own skill and the fruit of his destiny.

We... at that time, will have nothing to say but to accept it.

Guo Zheng and Wei Min exchanged a glance, both seeing the same complex emotions in each other's eyes, and finally nodded silently.

The "literary rank threshold" they had meticulously set up was intended to slow down Jiang Xingzhou's promotion.

However, because the gatekeepers are too high-ranking and too detached, the threshold may lose its intended "filtering" effect and become a pure test of strength.

The upcoming examination for Grand Secretaries has transcended the realm of court power struggles and become a test of Jiang Xingzhou's true literary and moral cultivation, with an outcome that even they cannot predict.

Inside the Wenyuan Pavilion, the sandalwood incense still wafts gently, and the aroma of tea permeates the air.

But the three prime ministers' minds were already wandering to the grand literary event that would soon take place in the Wenhua Hall, a symbol of the pinnacle of literature, and would captivate the attention of countless people.

That was no longer the power game they were familiar with, but a contest about "the Way".

Deep within the Great Zhou Imperial Palace.

Inside the sleeping quarters, precious ambergris burned quietly in a bronze incense burner, emitting wisps of blue smoke that filled the room with tranquility.

Empress Wu Mingyue had just gotten up in the morning and was wearing a loose and comfortable phoenix-patterned nightgown, leaning lazily against a couch covered with soft satin.

She allowed her personal maid to gently comb her long, flowing black hair.

Her gaze shifted, finally settling on Nangong Wan'er, the lady-in-waiting standing to one side. Her eyes held a hint of morning haze, but her tone was clear and direct:
"How are the preparations for the examination of Grand Secretaries of the Hall of Fame going with Jiang Xingzhou?"

Nangong Wan'er had just placed a stack of important memorials that needed to be reviewed in the morning on the imperial desk when she heard the voice. She immediately turned around, bowed, and replied in a clear and respectful voice: "Your Majesty, everything is well at Lord Jiang's residence."

Jiang Zemin has been living a secluded life lately, his inner refinement and composure have grown increasingly steadfast, as if he had already made all the necessary preparations and was fully prepared.

The assessment can be conducted today.

The Empress nodded slightly, a hint of satisfaction flashing in her phoenix eyes. She then extended her well-maintained, slender fingers and spoke in a calm yet authoritative tone: "Hmm. Bring me the preliminary list of five chief examiners drafted by the Cabinet and the Ministry of Rites."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Nangong Wan'er responded and took out a simple piece of paper from her sleeve, presenting it respectfully with both hands.

The Empress took the list, her gaze calmly sweeping over the five firmly written names. She parted her lips slightly and read them aloud in a low voice, while simultaneously processing information about each person in her mind:
"Lu Mingde—the headmaster of Songyang Academy, and also the teacher of the late loyal minister Cao Jin…! Hmm, this old man has solid and profound knowledge, is upright, has a high reputation among scholars, and is fair in his dealings. There should be no major problems."

"Dong Xian—a veteran official of the previous dynasty, who once served in the Grand Secretariat, and is also the mentor of the current Chancellor Chen Shaoqing..."

Upon reading this, the Empress's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

This person is of extremely high seniority, with disciples and old friends all over the court and the country. His relationship with Chen Shaoqing is that of a mentor and disciple. His stance is inevitably influenced by the Chen faction. During the assessment, he may scrutinize Jiang Xingzhou, who is determined to reform and has a strong momentum, and even deliberately make things difficult for him in order to "cripple his edge".

"Li Wenyuan—who achieved the position of a great Confucian scholar by studying the profound meanings of the Spring and Autumn Annals, is currently the Chancellor of the Imperial Academy! He is in charge of the highest institution of learning in the country, holding a noble and prestigious position, possessing extensive knowledge, and his opinions carry considerable weight."

“Zheng Shouchang—the head of the Hanlin Academy…is in charge of the Hanlin Academy. This assessment is within his authority and cannot be avoided. He is always cautious and follows the rules, seeking only to avoid mistakes.”

"Zhou Pu—a great Confucian scholar who had long since retired from public life, was well-versed in the Book of Changes, and had insight into the changes of heaven and earth. He lived in seclusion in Luoyang! He was a truly detached person who did not care much about worldly affairs."

Her fingertips tapped lightly twice, especially on the name "Dong Xian," as she quickly weighed the pros and cons in her mind.

If a suitable reason can be found to replace this person on the list, it will naturally be more advantageous for Jiang Xingzhou, as it can reduce many unnecessary variables.

But... how revered and rare is the position of a great Confucian scholar?
Each one of them is a national treasure who has endured decades of hard study, comprehended the principles of the Tao, and gained the recognition of the spirit of heaven and earth. Their status is extraordinary, and they cannot be arbitrarily appointed or replaced by an emperor.

Moreover, many great Confucian scholars, after achieving fame and reaching the pinnacle of their lives, often choose to retreat to the mountains and forests, or establish their own schools of thought, and devote themselves to pursuing the more ethereal and mysterious realm of semi-sainthood, having long regarded worldly wealth and power as fleeting clouds.

How easy would it be to hastily persuade another Confucian scholar, whose reputation and qualifications are comparable to Dong Xian's, and who is willing to get involved in such sensitive court affairs?
Forcing it might provoke resentment from other great scholars.

Nangong Wan'er stood quietly to the side, keenly sensing the Empress's momentary hesitation and weighing of options. She added softly, her tone carrying a reminder and helplessness: "Your Majesty is wise. Most of the great Confucian scholars in the world... are elusive and seek breakthroughs in literature and the Way."

In such a short time, it was indeed difficult to find a suitable replacement for Mr. Dong who possessed comparable prestige and was willing to take on the role of overseeing the assessment.

Upon hearing this, the Empress pondered for a moment, then removed her fingertips from the list and gently placed the plain paper back on her desk. She smiled with relief, a smile that carried a hint of imperial decisiveness and an almost blind, absolute confidence in Jiang Xingzhou: "Very well. Since the invitation is made in accordance with the ancestral system of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and this list is quite comprehensive, let's settle on these five!"

Her gaze sharpened, as if she could already see the assessment site: "I believe that with Jiang Xingzhou's extraordinary talent, as long as one or two of these five great Confucian scholars can uphold justice and recognize his scholarship and insight."

He was qualified to earn the title of Grand Secretary of the Imperial Academy based on his genuine talent and learning!
Even if there are difficulties, there is nothing to fear.

She turned to Nangong Wan'er, her tone becoming resolute and authoritative: "By imperial decree, an examination will be held at noon today in the Wenhua Hall."

Immediately summon five great Confucian scholars to the palace to preside over Jiang Xingzhou's Grand Examination for Academicians!
I will personally attend the ceremony to show its importance.

"Order all officials of the fourth rank and above in the capital to come to the palace to witness the ceremony!"
Scholars from all over the land who are interested may also wait patiently for news at the square outside the Wenhua Hall, allowing them to experience this grand literary event!

"I want to see with my own eyes how far this future pillar of my Great Zhou can go under the watchful eyes of everyone!"
What wonderful surprises this will bring to the literary tradition of our Great Zhou!

"The minister obeys the order!"

Nangong Wan'er understood immediately, knowing the importance of the matter. She bowed and accepted the order, then quickly left the bedchamber.

Go and arrange the relevant matters to ensure that this assessment goes perfectly.

The Empress leaned alone on the couch, her gaze drifting leisurely to the window, seemingly transcending time and space, and landing on the Wenhua Hall, which was about to become the focus of the world's attention.

This examination, which may seem to be merely a matter of personal advancement in literary rank, is of far greater significance than that.

This event is not only a touchstone for testing Jiang Xingzhou's personal scholarship, but also a silent power struggle among various forces, the outcome of which will profoundly affect the power structure of the Great Zhou Dynasty's court in the future.

Whether Jiang Xingzhou can successfully cross this threshold is crucial for her.

As dawn broke and a thin mist, like gauze, enveloped the newly bestowed Jiangyin Marquis's residence within the inner city of Luoyang.

The mansion was solemn, and the servants walked with their breath held, afraid of disturbing their master who was about to experience an important moment in his life.

The dormitory room was brightly lit.

With utmost devotion and care, Qingfei's slender fingers helped Jiang Xingzhou change into the Hanlin scholar's robes, a symbol of nobility and the pinnacle of scholarship.

The dark blue brocade official robe was soft yet had its own style, perfectly accentuating his tall and slender figure.

The lapels, cuffs, and hems of the robe are all embroidered with intricate and exquisite cloud and sea patterns and auspicious beasts such as the Suanni and Bai Ze in extremely fine silver thread. The flowing light in the shadows not only reveals the literary talent but also symbolizes auspicious protection and wards off evil spirits.

A belt of mutton-fat white jade was tied around his waist, from which hung a warm and translucent waist tag engraved with the words "Hanlin" (Hanlin scholar), adding to his refined and dignified air.

After changing his clothes, Jiang Xingzhou slowly stood in front of the huge bronze rhombus-shaped mirror.

The person in the mirror has a face like jade, eyes like bright stars, and deep eyes that seem to contain the stars and the sea.

His blue robe accentuated his elegant and refined appearance. Although he was dressed as a scholar, he naturally exuded a dignified and imposing aura.

It was as if the invisible literary energy in the world was drawn to him, quietly gathering around him and forming an indescribable force field.

"Owner……"

Qingfei stood quietly to the side, gazing up at the handsome and extraordinary figure in the mirror, her eyes filled with an irrepressible ripple of infatuation and awe.

As a spirit cultivated from a thousand-year-old locust tree, she is most sensitive to the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the aura of all things.

At this moment, she could clearly feel that her master was surrounded by a light, orchid-like fragrance of talent, yet incredibly rich and lingering.

That is incomparable to any worldly spice. It is the natural emanation of the great principles of Tao that comes from within, after the literary palace has reached its fullest extent and the knowledge has reached its most profound level. It is refreshing and goes straight to the depths of the soul.

This gave her, a spirit who had cultivated for thousands of years, a sense of intoxication and peace that came from her very instincts.

It's as if getting close to its owner will bring the purest nourishment and protection, making one want to get even closer and absorb more of this mysterious aura.

Through the smooth mirror, Jiang Xingzhou caught a glimpse of Qingfei's rare, almost intoxicated, disoriented appearance. He understood immediately and couldn't help but smile.

He was well aware of the immense attraction his own powerful literary energy, a product of his own arduous cultivation and the merits he had accumulated in the Northern Frontier, held for nature-loving spirits like Qingfu, much like sweet rain for parched seedlings.

He turned around, and with a natural, gentle touch, he put his arm around Qinghua's slender waist. His tone was gentle yet carried an undeniable decisiveness: "The time has come. It's time to enter the palace."

"Yes! Master!"

Startled awake by the slight touch, Qingfei snapped out of her reverie, her cheeks instantly flushing red like newly blossoming peach blossoms.

She quickly composed herself, suppressed her surging emotions, and respectfully bowed her head in response.

Then, she stepped forward, extended her slightly cool fingers, and carefully smoothed out the fine wrinkles on the cuffs of Jiang Xingzhou's official robe. Her movements were gentle and focused, as if she were performing a sacred ritual.

Outside the mansion gate, a simply decorated yet stylish carriage was already prepared.

When Jiang Xingzhou walked out of the mansion with steady steps, Xuan Nu, Chun Tao, and the other attendants waiting outside couldn't help but hold their breath. They were intimidated by the increasingly restrained yet unfathomable aura of authority emanating from their master today, and dared not even breathe loudly.

Even the magnificent carriage horses seemed to sense the presence of some kind of majesty, pawing nervously and emitting low, awe-inspiring neighs.

Jiang Xingzhou remained calm and boarded the car with composure.

Qingfei and Xuan Nu, dressed in a tight-fitting outfit and with a cold expression, stood silently on either side of the carriage.

The heavy carriage curtains fell, perfectly blocking all prying eyes from the outside world.

"Set off."

Jiang Xingzhou's calm and composed voice came from inside the car.

The axle began to turn, and the carriage steadily headed towards the majestic imperial city.

Today, the streets of Los Angeles are busier and more vibrant than ever before.

As soon as dawn broke, countless ordinary people and scholars from all over the country spontaneously flocked to the streets upon hearing the news, eagerly anticipating the event and excitedly discussing it.

Everyone knows that today is the momentous day for Minister Jiang, who created a legend in the northern frontier and was ennobled at a young age, to strive for the position of Grand Secretary of the Hall of Literary Arts!
The roadside was teeming with people, shoulder to shoulder, their voices of discussion and cheers creating a vibrant sea of ​​excitement.

Countless gazes, filled with anticipation, admiration, and curiosity, eagerly followed the seemingly inconspicuous carriage that carried the hopes for the future of the entire Great Zhou Dynasty's literary tradition.

"Look! It's the carriage of the Marquis of Jiangyin!"

"May Jiangnan University's academic endeavors flourish, may it achieve top honors, and may it attain the position of Grand Scholar!"

"To witness the birth of such a young Grand Secretary would be an incredible honor, a life without regrets!"

"Lord Jiang will surely succeed!"

Enthusiastic cheers and sincere blessings, like surging waves, entered the moving carriage.

However, Jiang Xingzhou remained seated upright in the car, his eyes slightly closed, as if he were a meditating monk, seemingly oblivious to all the noise and bustle outside.

His mind had already sunk into the deepest part of his own literary palace, engaging in final communication and adjustment with the vast, boundless, and ever-flowing river of literary energy, striving to reach the perfect and flawless peak of his state.

Today's test is extraordinary. He is facing five great Confucian scholars who stand at the pinnacle of literature and scholarship. He must meet the most rigorous scrutiny with the most perfect and composed demeanor.

The carriage slowly came to a stop outside the heavily guarded palace gates.

Jiang Xingzhou got out of the carriage, straightened his clothes, and then strode steadily through one majestic palace gate after another, walked along the long imperial road, and finally arrived at the place of today's assessment - the Wenhua Hall, which symbolizes the highest sacred hall of literature and Taoism of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

The white marble steps soar into the clouds, leading directly to the solemn and sacred palace.

The square in front of the palace was already packed with people: civil and military officials in various official robes, learned scholars from all over the country, imperial guards standing at attention, and palace maids and eunuchs standing with their hands at their sides... At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the young figure in a blue robe, who was outstanding and distinguished.

Jiang Xingzhou paused before the palace steps and took a deep breath.

All the divine light in his eyes was contained, becoming like a deep pool of ancient water, calm and still, reflecting the sky above and the majestic palace before him.

He straightened his official hat again, gently brushed his spotless blue official robe, and then stepped onto the first step.

One step, two steps... his steps were steady and firm.

Just as he ascended the steps, the rising sun broke through the clouds, casting countless golden rays that gilded his tall, pine-like figure with a dazzling and sacred golden outline.

Like a literary star descended to earth, he was dazzling and captivating everyone present.
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Working myself to the bone in November!
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