Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 225: The Illusory Forest of the Heart: Springtime in the Imperial Academy

Time within the illusion began to blur and accelerate at a dizzying pace.

The walls of the examination cell crumbled and reformed, the scenes shifting like a revolving lantern.

The results were posted.

Red paper with characters of gold, Su Ming, top scorer.

Amidst the clamor of gongs and drums, he was jostled onto a tall horse, a large red flower pinned to his chest.

On both sides of the street, the common folk of Qingshi Town lined the road, cheering.

In the crowd, he saw Zhao Rui, who was currently staring at him with a face full of envy, trying to push forward only to be blocked by yamen runners.

The scene shifted again.

Yunshuo Prefectural City, the Provincial Examination.

This time, he no longer hid his talent.That policy discussion essay was written with flowery brilliance, each word a pearl.

He passed, second top scorer.

At the Deer Cry Banquet, cups were raised and exchanged.

Those scions of noble families who had once looked down on him with cold eyes now, one by one, held their wine cups with beaming smiles, addressing him as "Brother Su."

The wine slid down his throat, spicy with a lingering sweetness, warming his stomach.

Su Ming tried to stay clear-headed.

During a lull in the feast, under the pretense of freshening up, he walked to a corner of the corridor and pinched the inside of his thigh hard.

Intense pain.

The pain of twisted flesh shot straight to his brain along his nerves, making him suck in a sharp breath.

"The pain is real too..." Su Ming leaned against the vermilion-red pillar, looking towards the brilliantly lit banquet in the distance, his gaze somewhat dazed. "Even this level of detail is simulated to perfection?"

He raised his hand, looked at the wine stain lingering on his fingertips, and brought it to his nose to smell.

The rich aroma of aged vintage.

"Master?" he called out again in his heart.

Still, only an empty echo.

That sense of loneliness was more piercing than the cold winds of Hundred Refinements Peak.

In this world, there was no cultivation, no formations, no old man always shouting about the "Way of Survival."

There was only him, Su Ming, a genius charging ahead at breakneck speed on the path of the imperial examinations.

continued to

capital, the Metropolitan

Examination Hall were slightly more spacious

Ming, wrapped in a thick cotton robe,

the Second Class, granted the status

The Palace Examination.

Golden Chimes, the floor tiles were polished to a mirror-like

ground, listening to that

of the Hanlin

The scene froze.

Great Xing Dynasty,

heavy snow swirled; inside the

Ming, dressed in a set of dark blue official robes with a jade belt at

high with memorials and ancient texts, next to which sat a

"Lord Su."

sycophantic voice came from the

Ming looked up and saw

who had once mocked him in the Hanlin Academy and sent him to sort through piles of waste paper and

Bin held a stack of archives in his hands, his back bent like a boiled shrimp, a fawning smile plastered on his face. "These are the records of past malpractices in the grain

Ming took the archives, his fingers lightly stroking the surface of

aged paper carrying a faint

Su

down, then eagerly picked up the teapot on the table. "My lord, your tea has gone cold. This humble

actions, a strange

this the taste

needed to sit here, move a writing brush, and those

"Brother Su!"

the

the

of crimson official robes, the attire for officials of the fifth

but the ambition and vigor at the corners of his eyes and brows were impossible

Ming's teacup and taking a sip. "So? His Majesty

looked at

before him was flesh and blood, his breath visible as white mist, even a speck of unmelted snowflake from the morning court session

Xu," Su Ming spoke, his voice somewhat hoarse.

military, it's the perfect time to realize our grand ambitions. By the

heart

when you get there."

...

Taibai Tower.

most renowned restaurant, brilliantly lit, with pleasant music from stringed

private room, warmth enveloped

Su Ming pushed the door open, his entire body froze

around the round

looking much more prosperous, and next to him, his mother, her face full of kindness, holding Zhao Chunlan's hand as

"Third Brother!"

A robust shout.