Zhang Fengxi's mood remained foul the entire day.
He aced the spear competition as expected, scored so-so with axes and whips, ranked third in archery, and finished in second place in horse riding.
"Everyone has worked hard!" Head Eunuch Gao said at the end of the day. "We welcome all participants at the Grand Tutor's examination hall tomorrow. Please come in time, because the last oral examination takes place right after the written examination."
The judges left their seats to go back home. Zhang Fengxi threw Xie Jianyu a look filled with animosity.
Zhang Zhiyuan patted his son's back sympathetically.
"Fengxi, don't be mad. You were excellent today. No one expects you to win against the Crown Prince."
Zhang Fengxi's glare shifted to his father.
"Father, he said that my sword form was 'poor'. Me! Can you believe it???"
"..."
Zhang Zhiyuan coughed into his fist.
"..."
