In contrast, Cao Boshan was faring much worse. On the day the results were posted, he had gotten dead drunk and had to be carried home by his servants. In his sleep, he dreamed of Yang Yizhi again. Seeing his enemy sent his blood boiling; he flew into a rage and started a fight. He had expected that someone as frail as Yang Yizhi would be easily pinned down and pummeled, but the reality was the opposite: he ended up beaten, scurrying away with his tail between his legs, looking utterly pathetic.
He was so furious at this outcome that his veins were bulging.
Opening his eyes, he saw that the day was already bright outside. He lay on his bed like a foul-smelling piece of salted fish, reeking of alcohol. He didn't know how much time had passed, but the smell seemed to have fermented; he couldn't even stand the stench, and the mere scent made him gag.
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