Yan Ling's hands continued to tremble.
He was well aware that he couldn't write as beautifully as Xu Zhida.
He stood frozen in place, unable to even utter a word in retort.
As time passed, it became evident to anyone that something was amiss.
Emperor Muwu was both shocked and furious, his voice low and menacing, "Yan Ling! Who wrote your examination paper? Confess now!"
Yan Ling heard the roar and was filled with overwhelming fear.
His body went limp, and he fell to his knees, pleading, "Your Majesty, have mercy! I beg for your forgiveness!"
Prime Minister Lu and the others displayed disdain on their faces.
How could this spineless man, devoid of any dignity, have possibly written such an astonishing examination paper?
Prime Minister Lu asked, "My lord, was there truly a ghost aiding him?"
Ye Siheng nodded slightly, "Indeed, he attempted to seek assistance from a ghost, but the palace is protected by enchantments, so his wish went unfulfilled."