The examination papers of the tribute scholars arrived at Wenhua Hall like falling snowflakes, causing the ministry officials to rush about in a frenzy.
All the windows of Wenhua Hall were wide open, and golden beams of sunlight streamed in, illuminating the dust particles swirling through the air.
Someone murmured in complaint, “In the past, it took two full days to finalize the names on the golden list; this time, they want it done before noon. How is that possible?”
“No matter how impossible, it must be done. At such a critical moment, no one dares bring misfortune to His Majesty.”
Elder Chen spoke slowly, “Why panic? Running around like headless chickens only brings disorder.”
The hall quieted down, and the ministry officials cautiously looked at Elder Chen, “But Elder, there are three hundred and twelve exam papers, each with more than two thousand characters. After everyone finishes reading, there still needs to be time for discussion…”
Elder Hu, unhurried, said, “Such a short time is impossible for all of you to manage, but hand it to Lord Zhang, and the timing will be just right. Let all the papers be handed over to Lord Zhang — he knows what needs to be done.”