Time flew by, and by the afternoon, within the grand hall, Rongchuan had managed to treat the Emperor as if he were air. There was no helping it, after all, the Emperor kept strolling around, doing so frequently enough that concern turned into indifference. Better to focus all attention on the essays.
The Emperor seemed particularly fond of taking strolls today. Those with stronger psychological resilience slowly stopped minding the Emperor's presence, while those with weaker mental fortitude were greatly affected.
This situation was a real test of one's mental strength, and the Emperor remained completely oblivious to it.
Shen Yang's robes were soaked with sweat on his back; he told himself not to care, but couldn't help but pay attention. The more attention he paid, the worse his once-sure performance became, barely managing to eke out eighty percent of his capability, even his handwriting was worse than usual.
