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Yang Yichen's gaze occasionally turned towards the direction of the village. For that longed-for figure, he wished he could rush over right now, embrace her soft body, and even wanted to tuck her into his pocket, taking her wherever he went.
The Wen Family, originally immersed in thoughts of parting, couldn't help but laugh at Yang Yichen's expression: "You child, your feelings are too obvious. On such an important day, how could Qingxi not come to see you off? Don't worry, it's not too late."
What she didn't know was that her son wished he could be with the girl every minute and second. This trip to the capital would take at least three or four months before he could return. How would he endure the longing? This was a huge challenge for him.
Finally, that longed-for figure arrived late. Liu Qingxi was dressed in a pink cotton coat, wrapped tightly, her face rosy and white. She extended her red hands and handed him a package: "I prepared some food for you, along with two pairs of gloves and socks for your journey."
The world was so wonderful that Yang Yichen's previously irritable mood suddenly found an indescribable satisfaction. The anxiety and gloom he felt moments ago vanished completely, and he began to feel lighthearted.
Under the watchful eyes of the two women, the young man boarded the carriage. As the wheels slowly turned, he embarked on yet another journey for the Imperial Examination.
"Mother, Qingxi, wait for me to come back!" Wait for me to achieve success and become a stronger and more reliable support for you both.
The two women watched as the young man left. Despite their reluctance, they could not hinder a man's grand ambitions.
"Qingxi, let's go. Yichan has already left!"
Even after the young man's carriage disappeared from view, Liu Qingxi still couldn't bear to leave. Perhaps in her eyes, Elder Ying and Zhang Wuliang, along with the Wen Family, were good elders. But the only one she could truly rely on was Yang Yichen—only him.
The carriage carrying Yang Yichen traveled southward, passing through large towns, crossing mountains and rivers, and traversing one official road after another.
As they moved further south, one would expect the temperature to rise due to geographical factors; however, this year it became increasingly cold and damp—a bone-chilling cold.
At this moment, the young man opened the package that the girl had given him. Inside lay two pairs of socks and two oddly shaped items.
The socks were made from the softest cotton fabric with a thin layer of cotton padding inside. When worn on his feet, the soft texture made warmth rise from his soles and surge up through his entire being.
The remaining two items were one black and one blue—perfectly matching his usual clothing.
This was made by Liu Qingxi himself, and the color perfectly matched his dressing style.
Holding it in his hand, Yang Yichen examined it carefully, then slipped his slender fingers with distinct knuckles into the gloves. It turned out that these were gloves made by Liu Qingxi, which could be worn to fend off the cold when he felt tired from studying or needed to use his hands.
In addition, the gloves were designed to be detachable in two parts. If he needed to write, he could simply remove the fingertip section, making them convenient to carry and easy to use.
Despite the two pairs of shoes and socks, it was quite a challenge for someone as clumsy as Liu Qingxi. It took him over half a month to complete them.
Half a month later, the carriage carrying the young man arrived at the largest city of the Western Moon Kingdom—the capital!
This was a place many dreamed of, a city that countless people wished to visit but could not. Underfoot lay a sacred ground.
Just from the outside, one could sense its grandeur and magnificence. The towering city walls seemed to reach into the clouds, with soldiers clad in sharp armor standing expressionless on top, guarding the walls without moving an inch.
The imposing atmosphere and appearance here were unmatched by any other place.
Lifting the curtain of the carriage, Yang Yichen gazed at this location with calm eyes, showing no surprise but rather a sense of tranquility. He slowly spoke, "Let's go, into the city."
The Coachman Uncle instinctively slowed down, even refraining from using his whip. His demeanor was filled with longing and admiration, imbued with reverence and caution.
After a strict inspection, the carriage finally entered the capital. At this moment, more and more candidates were rushing to the capital for the Imperial Examination. Whether preparing for the next exam or trying again after failing previously, everyone was eager to get in.
Everyone understood that since the emperor had called for an examination, it must be because the court was in need of talent. Therefore, there would likely be more opportunities for distribution after this exam; perhaps they could even land lucrative positions.
Thus, even if they hadn't reviewed thoroughly, they still came to give it a shot—what if they passed? That could mean rising swiftly through the ranks.
In this bustling city, everyone was dressed in fine clothes and adorned with precious jewelry. The wide roads were twice as broad as those in Lingjiang Province, allowing four or five carriages to travel side by side with ease.
The carriage stopped at the street facing the city gate. "Young Master, where shall we go now?"
Arriving in an unfamiliar place naturally required finding an inn or something similar. Unlike the Twenty-First Century's advanced technology where one could easily make reservations with a phone call, here they had to wait until someone arrived before proceeding.
"Just find any inn, as long as it's clean." He was not a picky person. Besides, since he was out for the examination, he naturally did not want to go to crowded places. A quiet environment would help him review what he had learned in the shortest time possible.
The Imperial Examination was different from the County Examination and the Provincial Examination; here gathered the best talents from all over the country. He would never underestimate any opponent, nor would he be intimidated by any of them.
In a seemingly dilapidated mansion in the capital, the weathered door looked as if it might collapse at any moment, and the chaotic layout inside seemed unwelcoming even to thieves. In the center stood a Watchman, a man in black with a cold demeanor and clear eyes: "He has arrived!"
From time to time, inquiries were made, confirming that the young man had indeed come.
From his first purchase of weapons to later collaborations, then being saved by Liu Qingxi, and finally bickering with Yang Yichen.
The Black-Clad Youth experienced the happiest moments of his life. As soon as he entered the capital, his informants reported back: "As expected, he will not give up such a good opportunity."
Yang Yichen, entering the city, was completely unaware that all his movements were being monitored by others.
Two equally talented youths—who would ultimately emerge victorious remained unknown.
The Black-Clad Youth was none other than Dugu Hao, who had never been favored by the emperor and was the son of the former Queen Empress Yu.
Since the current Queen successfully ascended to power, his life had become increasingly difficult. Each time the Yu Family sent someone to visit, he would be turned away for various reasons.
At his age, he naturally learned how to protect himself, how to disguise himself, how to avoid drawing attention, and how to conserve his energy, waiting for the day when he could soar high.
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