Chen Shaojun looked ahead, and a thought passed through his mind.

There were few pedestrians on the road. Outside the Chen Mansion, the old housekeepers Jiang Bo and Hong Lian were waiting early. When they saw Chen Shaojun, they both looked happy.

"I'm so nervous. I wonder what kind of crown our young master will get?"

In the carriage, Honglian raised his head with expectation on his face.

"Needless to say, our young master is very talented and will definitely go well."

Uncle Jiang's voice came from outside the carriage.

Chen Shaojun smiled and said nothing after hearing this. He never hid literary matters from them. This time he went to the Wen Palace to pray for glory. Chen Shaojun was very calm, but Honglian looked excited and clamored to follow.

"Master, you will definitely succeed, right?"

Honglian couldn't get an answer from Uncle Jiang, so she immediately raised her head and looked at Chen Shaojun again.

"Let nature take its course."

Chen Shaojun said with a relaxed look.

Regardless of whether it is a Wen Mian or a Wu Mian, except for the natural crown, all acquired crowns have a high failure rate. Even if all the conditions are met, there is a high probability that they will not succeed.

However, compared to the martial arts crown, which can greatly increase power, the literary crown is relatively easier and has a higher success rate.

The streets were silent, the weather was freezing, and many people were huddled in their houses.

The carriage went all the way north, leaving a long rut on the ground, and soon arrived at the Wen Palace.
Chapter completed!