The number one spendthrift woman in the capital actually brings glory to her entire family?

There wasn't time to say much more. Tang Jingyao patted Sikong Jin's shoulder and whispered in her ear, "Don't be too nervous. Ji Wuge and I will protect you. We know you did a lot of preparation last night. You just ran into the Ninth Princess, and she said she hadn't seen you all night..."

Upon hearing this, Sikong Jin raised her eyebrows and chuckled a few times. She looked into Tang Jingyao's eyes, and both of them knew exactly what was going on.

The two exchanged a knowing smile, and Tang Jingyao then turned and left.

As soon as Sikong Jin entered the examination hall of the Military Intelligence Bureau, she saw a dense crowd of people. She estimated that there were at least three or four hundred people, filling the entire conference room of the Military Intelligence Bureau. Seven or eight proctors in official uniforms were distributing the test papers.

Sikong Jin and Meng Benbo were seated in the last few rows by the window.

Ji Wuge personally distributed the test papers to the group, glanced at Sikong Jin, and said coldly, "I've done a lot of homework for you. If you really can't pass, I won't eat you up, Tang Jingyao will probably make you suffer!"

Sikong Jin took the test paper and said softly, "I understand. I'll go to Tang Jingyao's house for dinner tonight."

"Write neatly. The old guys grading the papers have poor eyesight and little patience. They just use papers with messy handwriting as toilet paper..."

At this moment, the bell rang, and Ji Wuge stepped back. Sikong Jin, Meng Benbo, and the others also began to open their test papers and answer the questions...

The questions are all highly application-oriented and very targeted:

Discuss your views on the defense of the southwestern border and the specific military deployments that should be implemented.

Discuss your views on the disastrous defeat of our dynasty in the Battle of Hongwapo. Was the defeat inevitable? If not, please provide what you believe were feasible solutions at the time.

What is your opinion on the strategy of flanking maneuvers? Please provide an example to illustrate your point.

……

It consisted of a series of essay and short answer questions, with no tricks involved; you could only rely on the knowledge in your head.

Sikong Jin finally understood why Ji Wuge and Tang Jingyao had listed, analyzed, and compiled a large number of famous battles of the Dayong Dynasty and sent them to her.

You guys have really gone through a lot of trouble.

Sikong Jin sighed softly, and a warm feeling slowly spread from her chest as she recalled the care that Ji Wuge and Tang Jingyao had shown her.

Having been in this strange world for more than half a year, the first people who could give her warmth were Ji Wuge and Tang Jingyao.

Sikong Jin, Sikong Jin, you left me with such a mess, but also such a fortune. I really don't know whether to blame you or thank you.

After a long silence, Sikong Jin slowly picked up her pen...

Outside the examination hall, Ji Wuge stared at the stunningly beautiful Xing Fuhua in her light blue dress, her face filled with surprise. "Ninth Princess, what are you doing here?"

Xing Fuhua glanced at the small figure in the moonlight through the window with a faint gaze, then smiled and said, "Nothing much, just came to check on him. Is Brother Jin alright?"

Ji Wuge laughed and said, "So you're still worried about that guy?"

He glanced at Sikong Jin, who was writing furiously, and replied, "Don't worry, he has never let us down, and this time will be no exception."

Xing Fuhua nodded, shifting her gaze from Sikong Jin to Ji Wuge with gratitude. A faint light shone in her clear and captivating eyes, and a charming smile graced her face. "Thank you, General Ji. Brother Jin has been well taken care of by you all these days. Father has also mentioned you and Tang Ge Ling to me many times."

“Princess, there’s no need for you to say such things. Ah Jin, Tang Jingyao is my good friend, and they are my brothers.”

Ji Wuge sighed softly, "I've heard about what happened last night. It was quite a commotion. The royal guards even took the opportunity to eliminate several officials. The prison is probably full by now. Those were all..."

Those people were all Lord Yukisaki's confidants, and now that the Emperor had secretly taken action against them, he couldn't help but worry about Lord Yukisaki's safety. However, Lord Yukisaki himself seemed completely unconcerned.

But how could he possibly explain these things to such a naive and carefree girl now?

Ji Wuge couldn't help but sigh in frustration.

……

The morning session consisted of a theoretical exam, while the afternoon session was a tactical drill.

It was less of a tactical exchange and more of a display of raw martial arts skill.

The morning exam did give Sikong Jin some mental work, but she passed the afternoon exam with almost no difficulty, which even Meng Benbo and the others found incredibly unbelievable.

As soon as Lord Sikong stepped onto the stage and assumed a fighting stance, his opponents turned pale with fright. They fell down after only a few simple moves, and some even announced their withdrawal. More outrageous, some opponents had barely stepped up before rolling off the field on their own, before Lord Sikong could even make a move.

Sikong Jin won easily, while the others were all beaten bloody.

'Bah! '

Inside the arena, as Sikong Jin unleashed a palm strike, a burly man opposite her screamed in agony as he flew out of the arena and crashed heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

"Isn't that a bit exaggerated? I clearly saw that before the adult's palm strike even hit him, he was already flying through the air. His acting was so bad that anyone could see right through it."

Standing outside the arena, Mei Ruhua stared intently at the situation inside, her brows furrowed as she spoke in a deep voice.

"Exactly! I knew it! How could the Master have suddenly become so terrifying overnight? With the Master's abilities..."

Meng Benbo also spoke up dismissively.

"But that person's teeth really were knocked out. Look, his front teeth are gone, and isn't that his tooth on the ground?"

Zhu Si, who had been silent, looked at the sweaty man lying on the ground struggling and screaming with a puzzled expression. He then turned to look at Sikong Jin, who was still in the action of striking out with his palm, and gave them a smug look.

The dozen or so examiners on the panel also found it extremely unbelievable. Even Liu Zhang, who had been keeping a stern face, felt something was very strange. They had clearly seen that Sikong Jin's palm strike had not hit the big man at all, but the big man had been sent flying with a whoosh and was flying out of the arena.

That kind of playing style felt like acting, but how could acting be so realistic?

Moreover, that person's front teeth were knocked out, and he was seriously injured. He was staring at Sikong Jin with a resentful look on his face.