The Great Ming Demon Pill: Your Majesty, please address me as the Crown Prince!

Zhang Fu and Lady Liu looked at each other in bewilderment.

Show me your skills?

Before they could react, Zhang Mao immediately let out a "hey" and lay down on the ground, supporting himself with his hands, his whole body forming a straight line.

However, Zhang Mao's lower body collapsed after less than two seconds.

His face turned bright red, and his arms trembled as if he were about to take flight.

Zhang Mao chuckled, his upper body remaining still while his lower limbs began to rise and fall.

Zhang Fu and Lady Liu were both dumbfounded.

After a while.

Liu blushed and pinched Zhang Fu's waist hard.

"You raised a good son."

After saying this, Madam Liu hurriedly left.

Zhang Fu looked at Zhang Mao and was immediately filled with anger.

What kind of nonsense has this brat learned?

....................

The Marquis of Fengcheng's residence.

Li Chao almost spat out a mouthful of blood when he saw his grandson Li Heng doing those ridiculous push-ups on the ground.

What is all this stuff?

What about the sun and the earth?

He glared at his son Li Bin, who was standing there dumbfounded.

"How many times have I told you to follow the rules?"

"Can't you two be a little more discreet with the child?"

Li Bin wanted to cry but had no tears.

This has absolutely nothing to do with him.

...................

Cheng Guogongfu.

Zhu Yong stared wide-eyed at his son Zhu Yi's fluid movements, forgetting to put down his teacup.

After Zhu Yi finished laying the crickets on the ground, he immediately stood up.

"Father, how is it?"

"This is our Wolf Fang Battalion's military training!"

"From now on, I am a proud veteran."

Zhu Yong: "..."

A veteran with only half a month of service?

His forehead veins throbbed, and he barely suppressed the urge to give the brat a good beating.

Zhu Yi didn't care about her father's reaction, but said seriously.

"Father, give me a hundred strings of cash later."

Zhu Yong looked completely bewildered.

"One hundred strings of cash?"

"What are you going to do?"

Zhu Yi shook his head and said.

"Although we've only been separated for half a day, I already miss my comrades a little."

"I'll use some money to treat my comrades to a get-together at His Highness's newly opened milk tea shop."

"Dad, don't underestimate us! We're all milk-boosting duos who can drink a cup of milk tea in one go without even turning red!"

Zhu Yong: "..."

Damn it, a bunch of brats whose combined age isn't even as big as my shoe size, and they pulled this stunt on me?

...................

The Marquis of Wu'an's residence.

As soon as Zheng Heng stepped into the front hall, he saw several exquisite home-style dishes already laid out on the table, still steaming.

He looked around.

"lady,"

"Where's Yu'er? All the dishes are served, why is he still nowhere to be seen?"

Upon hearing this, Madam Wang said helplessly.

"He's standing at the door."

"At the door?" Zheng Heng was even more confused. "What are you doing standing at the door during mealtime? Are you having guests?"

"There are no guests at all," Madam Wang said irritably. "Go and see for yourself."

Jung Hyung: "???"

He went outside and saw his son, Zheng Yu, wearing a strange short-sleeved shirt made of patches of light and dark green that he had never seen before, with a small hat of the same color on his head.

He stood ramrod straight, feet together, hands pressed tightly against his trouser seams, staring intently at the front door with a serious and focused expression.

Zheng Heng looked completely bewildered.

"Yu'er, what are you doing? It's time to eat."

Zheng Yuyi spoke with righteous indignation.

"Reporting, Father! I am on guard duty!"

"To prevent attacks by criminals!"

Jung Hyung: "..."

This kid's lost his mind.

................

Two days later.

Inside the Eastern Palace, Zhu Zhanji leaned against a soft couch, listening to his personal eunuch Jin Ying report in a low voice.

Jin Ying lowered his hands and said cautiously, "Your Highness, there has been a lot of private discussion in the court these past few days... especially among the noble and civil officials whose sons participated in the Prince of Jiyang's 'military training'."

"Everyone says that the 'push-up' posture is really indecent and offensive to public morals."

"The old Marquis Li of Fengcheng was so angry he almost resorted to family discipline, and several sons of censors also made a fool of themselves after returning home. Now there's quite a bit of criticism within the official circles..."

Zhu Zhanji raised an eyebrow.

He sat up straight, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"Good...very good."

"My third brother is still too young. He only thinks about showing off and doing novelty, but he has forgotten about etiquette and morals."

Jin Ying kept her head down, like a statue.

Zhu Zhanji stood up, paced around the hall for a couple of steps, and then suddenly stopped.

"Jin Banban, go prepare the car for me."

.....................

One hour later.

Inside the Qianqing Palace.

Zhu Di was reviewing a memorial concerning the tax revenue of the horse market in Liaodong, his vermilion brush hovering in mid-air, his brows slightly furrowed.

Meng Ji's voice came from outside the hall: "Your Majesty, His Highness the Crown Prince requests an audience."

"Let him in." Zhu Di didn't even look up, continuing to annotate the memorial.

Zhu Zhanji walked steadily into the hall, his apricot-yellow robe accentuating his upright posture.

He walked a few steps to the imperial desk and respectfully bowed, saying, "Grandson greets His Majesty."

"No need for formalities." Zhu Di put down his vermilion brush. "Zhanji, what brings you here to your grandfather today?"

Zhu Zhanji raised his head, his face showing worry.

"Grandfather, there is something I have thought about and I think I should report to you."

Zhu Di raised an eyebrow, sensing a different meaning in his words.

He said lightly.

"Oh? What makes you so serious?"

Zhu Zhanji said sincerely, "It's about the 'military training' organized by my third brother, Zhanjun."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Di...

"Military training?"

"I visited the camp on the outskirts of the capital a few days ago. Although there was some mischief, the boys were running and jumping around, and their spirits were much higher."

"Judging from your tone, has something happened?"

"Your Majesty, you are wise." Zhu Zhanji bowed slightly. "If it is just running and jumping to exercise and strengthen the body, I am naturally happy for my third brother and those noble sons. However, I have heard some rumors these past few days, and I am truly uneasy."

"What's the rumor?" Zhu Di picked up his teacup and took a sip.

Zhu Zhanji then feigned a troubled expression: "I shouldn't be gossiping about my brothers behind their backs, but this matter concerns the face of the royal family and the moral order, so I dare not conceal it."

"As far as I know, some of the actions that my third brother taught during military training were really inappropriate."

"For example, there is an exercise called 'push-up,' which requires you to lie face down on the ground, support yourself with your hands, and move up and down... That posture is really inelegant."

"Many of the nobles are privately dissatisfied."

"I fear that my grandson may have offended the royal family, so I have come to report to my royal grandfather."

"Third brother, although he is intelligent, he is sometimes a bit shallow in his thinking."

After saying this, Zhu Zhanji stopped talking.

Zhu Di's expression was subtle.

Zhu Zhanji's reaction and purpose were too obvious to be concealed from him.

However, if what he said is true, then Zhan Jun did indeed go too far.

He pondered for a moment.

"I understand."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Zhanji remained calm and respectfully replied.

"Grandson will take his leave."

Zhu Di nodded, and after Zhu Zhanji left, he spoke to Meng Ji.

"Summon Zhanjun."

Meng Ji said respectfully.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

....................

Qianyuan Palace.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, on completing the Prism mission "Two Weeks of Summer Camp, A Lifetime of Military Service!"]

[Ding! You have obtained a Prismatic Treasure Chest!]

[Ding! Skill: Public Speaking (Master) upgraded to Prism Grade - Orator (When you stand in the center of the stage, there is a certain chance that the audience will be moved by your speech! After failing the exam, the effect of this ability can be increased by 50% again!)]

Zhu Zhanjun: "..."

Mission complete. Rewards: one Prism Chest and one Prism-quality skill.

The harvest was very fruitful.

But what's up with this speaker?

We really won't need it for the time being.

He's not Huang Chao; he really doesn't need to march into Chang'an.

Just then, a series of footsteps sounded.

A palace maid led Meng Ji in.

"Your Highness, Chief Steward Meng requests your presence."

"Your Highness Prince Jiyang..." Meng Ji cupped his hands in greeting to Zhu Zhanjun, "His Majesty invites you."

"Grandpa Emperor?" Zhu Zhanjun blinked.

.................

After an incense stick has burned.

"Grandpa Emperor, you wanted to see me?!" Zhu Zhanjun walked in with a grin.

Zhu Di stroked his beard and smiled when he saw Zhu Zhanjun.

"You little rascal, did you cause trouble again during military training?"

"Grandpa Emperor heard from your elder brother that you were teaching the sons of nobles indecent acts, which is morally offensive. Some ministers are privately dissatisfied, which is affecting the reputation of our royal family."

Zhu Zhanjun had a serious expression on his face.

"Grandpa Emperor, don't say things that are detrimental to unity."

"Especially when it involves my older brother."

Zhu Di: "..."

Is this what he wants to say? He's just stating a fact.

This kid even started lecturing him.