"You should go back and get some rest too."
"Alright, I'll go now."
De'an returned to his room, and Zhao Jing led Chen Wanqing by the hand into theirs.
Once the door was closed, Zhao Jing said softly, "Mr. Wang has failed the exam three times now. He's dejected, so he gets drunk the moment he touches wine."
And this inn was full of men dejected by their failures in the examination hall.
The smell of wine drew everyone over. With a few words here and there, the conversation took off, and the room was instantly abuzz with chatter.
Zhao Jing loathed such rowdy occasions. If he had a choice, he wouldn't have stayed for even a moment.
But this time, he stayed for a long time.
'You can't underestimate the talented people of this world. Take Mr. Wang, for instance. Even though he failed, his approach to the essay question had merit. And all the other Scholars who dare to take the Provincial Examination are skilled in their own right.'
