Amidst the dead silence of the entire field, Zeng Anmin simply stood there with quiet indifference. A breeze-like calmness lingered in his gaze, making him look every bit the modest Crown Prince. All eyes were gathered on him. Everyone was so shocked by the scene before them that no one could utter a single sound.
Zeng Anmin shifted his gaze to the instructor. Lightly stroking the longbow at his waist with a serene expression, he waited quietly for the older man to speak. At this moment, he didn't even need to open his mouth to be the most conspicuous person in the crowd.
The first to snap out of the daze was a student from the Imperial College. His name was Cheng Yu—the very same one who had mocked Li Ru's height.
"What's wrong? Cat got your tongues?!" Cheng Yu shouted. His face flushed red, brimming with a profound sense of vindication. Standing behind Zeng Anmin, he shot a disdainful glare at the students of Qi Lin Academy opposite them.
