Time always flew by when you weren't looking, and today was already the eighth day of the imperial examination.
The morning had started out clear, but in the blink of an eye, a torrential downpour began.
'I wonder how Wenheng is doing…?' Jin Qianqian watched the relentless downpour, anxiously pacing back and forth along the covered walkway.
'I wonder if Ancient Wen Heng was assigned to one of those temporary thatched huts.'
'They had gone to see them during construction. No matter how well-built they were, they were bound to leak in a rain like this.'
...
Inside his examination cell, the moment Ancient Wen Heng heard the rain start to DRUM against the roof, he moved quickly. He gathered his completed exam papers and wrapped them in several layers of the oil paper he had brought.
Fortunately, he had already finished the papers distributed that morning. The ink was dry, so it was no issue to roll them up.
