Xu Yanmiao tucked a steamed bun into his chest, braced against the cold wind, and shuffled into the court hall. Finding a corner, he sat down and began nibbling on the bun while scrolling through the gossip provided by his system.
Ahem.
Xu Yanmiao looked up and stood respectfully. What can I do for you, Lord Zheng?
The Minister of Rites, Zheng Peng, stroked his beard with a smile. Xu Lang, where did you buy that steamed bun? It smells delicious.
Oh, this is…
From food and clothing to philosophy and poetry, the conversation dragged on until it was time for court. Only then did Zheng Peng stroke his beard again, chuckling as he bade farewell.
Xu Yanmiao sighed softly.
Looking ahead, Xu Yanmiao noticed Zheng Peng walking away, his steps unusually brisk, as though something good had happened. He also spotted… the Minister of War gazing at Zheng Peng with what could only be described as a resentful expression.
The Minister of Rites tripped on his robe and fell flat on his face.
Xu Yanmiao quickly dismissed the wild thoughts in his head and joined the other officials in rushing to assist Zheng Peng. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the Minister of War standing conspicuously far away, as though deliberately avoiding the scene.
The Minister of War suddenly raised his voice. Lord Zheng, are you all right?
Zheng Peng replied at once, I m fine, Brother Li, thank you for your concern!
One smiled, and the other returned the smile both full of the polite insincerity typical of adults.
Xu Yanmiao took another bite of his bun, his eyes gleaming.
Forgive him; as someone doomed to face charges of cheating in the imperial exams and likely to lose his head at the execution ground, all he could do was pass the time indulging in gossip.
As the Minister of War finished inquiring after Zheng Peng s well-being and turned to stride decisively toward the door, Xu Yanmiao squinted through the crowd at his retreating figure, blinking.
Of course, Xu Yanmiao never took his little mental dramas seriously. These musings were just his way of amusing himself on slow days.
Several officials walking past Xu Yanmiao suddenly tensed.
But no sooner had that thought crossed his mind than he heard several quiet sighs of relief around him. Xu Yanmiao stepped aside, confused.
Xu Yanmiao was a transmigrator.
A useless one, at that unskilled in farming or manual labor, unable to distinguish grains, and barely able to run a kilometer without gasping for breath.
As for the typical transmigrator toolkit smelting iron, crafting gunpowder, building with cement, inventing hot air balloons, or designing steam engines he couldn t do any of that.
The only stroke of fortune was his system, though it wasn t particularly useful. It merely provided endless gossip. Still, a golden finger was better than none. Unfortunately, the system itself…
It was yet another day when the system was out of order.
Shrugging it off, Xu Yanmiao straightened his official hat and followed at the end of the line to attend court.
His current body was seventeen years old not exactly a prodigy. Originally, he had participated in the imperial exams just to gain experience. However, a rare flood disaster struck, affecting more than ten provinces. The emperor, moved by compassion, granted all exam-takers the title of
(scholar) and allowed them to advance to the provincial exam.
Xu Yanmiao s predecessor was one of them.
Since the pass rate for the provincial exam had been abysmally low barely 10% over the past decade the court had implemented a series of policies to support unsuccessful candidates. These included allowing them to retain their scholarly title, enroll at the Imperial Academy, and either retake the exams until they passed or wait for assignment opportunities, which might lead to governmental roles.
His predecessor s luck had been extraordinary. Not long after entering the academy, he was plucked by the Ministry of Appointments to fill a vacancy, becoming a
(clerk of the ninth rank) in the Ministry of Personnel.
In essence, his duties involved filing documents, recording miscellaneous tasks, and distributing assignments to various departments.