How dare you!? 成何体统

Zhang San suddenly opened his eyes, his heart pounding. The sunlight was blinding, and not far away, a voice was calling, "Your Highness..."

Zhang San suspected he was dreaming. Five minutes ago, he had been drowsy in math class, trying to shake off sleepiness by secretly scrolling on his phone. He randomly clicked and seemed to have entered some web novel link titled "The Demon's Pet Concubine in the Transmigration Story"—it was clearly trash.

Bored, Zhang San skimmed through the synopsis and was about to exit when suddenly everything spun, and his vision went black.

"Your Highness," the voice that woke him was now closer, "Crown Prince?"

With a sense of foreboding, Zhang San lifted his head and found himself lying on a desk. A young eunuch was looking at him worriedly, "Your Highness, please don't sleep. The Empress Dowager is coming to check your lessons."

Zhang San: "..."

Crown Prince? Empress Dowager?

He was pinching his thigh secretly when a richly dressed, stern-looking woman walked in, coldly asking, "How has the Crown Prince been studying today?"

The young eunuch bowed, "Empress Dowager."

Zhang San: "..."

Doomed.

He was just a middle schooler zoning out in class, how would he know how ancient people talked?

The Empress Dowager in front of him looked displeased with his silence, "Why do you not answer?"

Zhang San's heart was about to leap out of his throat. He shakily pushed the half-written rice paper in front of him towards her and tentatively said, "Just, just this much."

The woman glanced at it, her expression unreadable, and said something in a flat tone. Besides some classical phrases, Zhang San could only catch words like "emperor," "diligence," and "integrity."

Half-listening, his mind in chaos, he could only think of three questions: What happened, can he go back, and what should he say to avoid dying?

The other party was the Empress Dowager, and he was the Crown Prince, so they were grandmother and grandson? That must be right, right?

Seeing the woman had finished speaking and was waiting for his response, he braced himself and muttered, "Yes, thank you, Imperial Grandmother."

A long three seconds passed.

The woman nodded and left.

Zhang San slowly exhaled, realizing his back was soaked with cold sweat.

So, where should he start learning how to speak properly?

Yu Wanyin racked her brains but couldn't recall the names of those candidates.

However, she thought of another method.

Beizhou now lived in the Consort's Hall, protecting Yu Wanyin and training their secret guards during his free time.

One day, Yu Wanyin knocked on his door, "Uncle Bei, what are you busy with?"

Beizhou lovingly replied, "Making cloaks for Dan'er and you."

Yu Wanyin: "...Uncle, you're so talented. Uncle, you've roamed the martial world and mingled in brothels, do you have any truth serum, something to make people spill secrets?"

Beizhou thought for a moment, "I do have some drugs, but they only work slightly better than strong liquor, making people babble nonsensically. Whether they speak the truth is uncertain."