Zhang Jian's gaze revealed a hint of interest, and he cupped his hands in salute.
"I would not dare to teach. What does Your Highness wish to ask?"
Consort Lande watched this scene, her expression unchanged, but with a slight smile.
She glanced at the several female officials beside the East Study, her gaze wavering, but ultimately did not dismiss them.
The eleven- or twelve-year-old prince maintained a steady demeanor, yet respectfully asked,
"May I ask you, sir, what is 'Zhang's School'?!"
Zhang Jian's eyes flickered as he looked directly at the Third Prince, Wei Cheng. He was unaware if today's 'chance encounter' was orchestrated by Consort Lande beside him, or perhaps by her adviser. Regardless of whose idea it was, he preferred not to engage with these princes for now.
Involvement with them usually marked the beginning of trouble.
Zhang Jian then spoke.
