"Passed the Jinshi examination only to spend thirty years in mourning, unable to even secure a minor official post? Does such a piece of bad luck actually exist in this world?"
Zhao An was truly astounded. He watched as the pathetic soul slunk away, likely too embarrassed to face the crowd. With nothing better to do, he feigned curiosity and asked the proprietor what exactly had happened to that old man.
It wasn't just Zhao An who was curious; the patrons at the other two tables were equally gossipy. After all, a story this bizarre sounded like a fable, the kind of thing one could recount to friends and family later as a conversation starter.
Chapter 57