With two silver pieces in hand, which equated to half a year's salary for him, not to mention remembering twenty names, even a hundred or two hundred would be possible.
The young clerk nodded and bowed, borrowed pen and ink from the shopkeeper, and ran towards the entrance of the Red Smoke Pavilion.
Watching the young clerk's retreating back, Chen Ruochu looked up at the room where Lady Jiang and Chen Leyao were and had the shopkeeper open up a private room for him to sit in.
Because of their eagerness, Lin Yuan and her companions arrived quite early. After waiting for a while and not seeing anyone from the Red Smoke Pavilion post the list, they became somewhat jittery and anxious.
Especially Tian Xuan, this competition was her last chance to participate. If she couldn't make it into the top three this year, she would have to heed Sir Tian's words and diligently study the four arts of zither, Go, calligraphy, and painting.
