Spring day is the most vibrant day. Inside and outside the palace, everywhere bursts with spring colors. However, the excitement in these places cannot compare to the Imperial College. The annual spring enrollment brings crowds to the college, eager to see the abilities of this year’s young scholars. This time, a total of thirty-six students are admitted. In terms of identity and family standing, since Lin Muzhi followed the path of the Lin Family’s main branch, he naturally ranks behind those at the forefront, standing in the 24th position. Dong Keli stands slightly behind him, in the 33rd position. Although both are at the bottom, their faces are full of vitality, seeming to dare to compete with the heavens. "The Imperial College, as the highest institution of our Da Wei Dynasty, admits you all based on your merits, but whether you can leave smoothly depends on your personal abilities." The speaker was Mr. Liu, the secretary within the Imperial College. He looked about fifty, not quite having an ethereal appearance, but with a strong scholarly demeanor. Then he had the student assistant pass out a form, one for each person. "This is your schedule after enrollment, and in three years you can start taking the imperial examinations. If you pass, you can naturally leave the Imperial College." "Mr. Liu, what if we can’t pass? Do we have to stay here forever?" The speaker was a somewhat arrogant young gentleman. Liu Zhubu didn’t even glance at him and directly said. "Well, your families are not lacking funds for tuition fees, are they?" Hearing this, many children of powerful families who were just here to waste time laughed heartily. Only Lin Muzhi in his heart was very disdainful of this system. So many young scholars from humble backgrounds yearn for this opportunity, yet it is occupied by people like these. What a pity for these teachers and books, even worse than playing music to a cow. Once enrolled in the Imperial College, there is some shady business in the accommodation assignments. Although Lin Muzhi and Dong Keli were of low status entering the Imperial College, their accommodation was not bad. The two even shared a room, which was quite convenient. All this, one has to say, was thanks to the Emperor’s influence. Lin Wanyi was pregnant at this time and naturally did not think of these things. Thus, when the Emperor suddenly remembered that her brother and cousin were enrolling together, he let Dong Yuzhong take care of things. It wasn’t to give them any special privileges or support. Just that by staying together, they could somewhat look out for each other. In the coming year, one would be seventeen, the other fourteen. It’s a time of youthful exuberance, so if they can settle down and immerse themselves in study, a vast world awaits them in the future. The dormitory wasn’t large and was somewhat remote. Compared to those students who used their family name and power to easily gain entry to the Imperial College, the Emperor’s little favor wasn’t much. The two kang beds along the wall were connected, and the cousins had already gotten along well in these few months, so living together was no issue. In front of the two windows, each had a wooden desk. Upon which lay dozens of freshly printed books. They hadn’t even unpacked their luggage before they picked up the books to browse through. The more they looked, the more excited they became. "No wonder everyone is eager to get into the Imperial College, just these books cannot be purchased outside at any price." Not that the books themselves are so expensive, but because they are exclusive copies. As the highest institution of the Da Wei, the Imperial College certainly has its prestigious elements. The most enviable is the library located in the northeast. It is said to contain thousands of books that have never circulated among the public. But to gain the right to enter and peruse, at least an Advanced Scholar status is required. Given their status as commoners, it’s best not to covet such things. "Cousin is right, since we have the opportunity to enter the Imperial College, we must live up to it and not let our families down." The cousins were both filled with ambitious determination. Yet they hadn’t anticipated that entering the Imperial College had its own rules. And on their first day, they evidently chose the wrong camp. Lin Guangzhi was staying in a private dormitory, playing dice with a few idle companions. Upon hearing about Lin Muzhi and Dong Keli’s enrollment, he sneered sarcastically. "Lowly people remain lowly, even the Imperial College will be tainted by their presence. If just anyone can get in here, why should we spend a fortune to associate with fools?" Fresh chapters posted on novel-fire.ɴet As soon as he said this, the others chimed in agreement. With his status, Lin Guangzhi was among the top tier within the Imperial College. After all, Princes had the Prince’s Residence, and the descendants of Heir Princes wouldn’t flock to the Imperial College. He was not only the direct grandson of Prime Minister Lin but also Princess Rongkang’s darling. Naturally, he had many followers. Often, they didn’t even attend classes properly. Liu Zhubu had once kindly reminded them, only to be rebuffed. Since then, seldom did anyone bother with their affairs. "Exactly, the most annoying are those who come from powerless families and dream of jumping over the dragon’s gate, not even seeing if they have the ability." As they spoke, they laughed more and more wantonly. "Second Young Master, I heard someone new is your cousin, the son of the main branch, why haven’t you greeted him?" "Hmph, what is his status compared to mine? Going to see him? That would disgrace me. Mark my words, within three months, I’ll make him regret ever entering, making my uncle and aunt wish they’d never sent their son here." Thinking they can compete with the heavens? That’s just daydreaming under the broad daylight. He then resumed shaking his dice, drinking and placing bets. Such debauchery was well-known by passersby. Yet no one ever reported or tried to advise them, testament to their arrogance. In contrast, at the Imperial Armor Army camp thirty miles outside the city, rules were much stricter. Lin Xingzhi had been lying in bed for several months, becoming stiff from inactivity. His injuries were fully healed, but due to long inactivity, when he lifted the sword, there was some discomfort, as if the wound still throbbed. Noticing his frown and gesture of clutching his shoulder, Jiang Huanqing, who was training with him, anxiously asked. "I’m fine, let’s continue." "Oh, my lord, can’t you just rest for another two months? Autumn hunts won’t happen until the eighth or ninth month, why hurry?" Jiang Huanqing indeed had good intentions towards Lin Xingzhi. After all, he had nearly lost his life before, so why take risks now?