As dawn broke, the backyard of the Protector General’s residence became noisy.

Sixteen-year-old Zhou Ruolan slowly woke up, blinking her eyes, as if she had just awoken from a long dream. 

Indeed, she wasn’t the dowager empress of the fallen Daliang dynasty, as she had been in her previous life.

Instead, she was once again the young lady of the Protector General’s residence, Zhou Ruolan, still with her birth name intact.

Faint sounds of commotion reached her room, and she snapped out of her thoughts. She drew back the bed curtains and called for her maid, asking, “What happened?”

The maid hurriedly replied, “I heard that Young Master sneaked out to drink last night, running away from the academy, and was caught by the steward. Madam is in the courtyard scolding him now.”

Zhou Ruolan momentarily suppressed her thoughts and got out of bed. “Help me dress, I’ll go take a look.”