Dressing Up as a Woman

Chapter Eighty-Five

Back in the Great Qing court, quite a few ministers spoke with regionally distinctive accents. But they all consciously restrained themselves and learned the official language. It might have sounded a little awkward, but at least it was not as outrageous as Jiang Hansheng.

When Li Wenchuan had first met Jiang Hansheng, he had indeed still carried a local accent. But his learning ability was exceptional; anyone who did not know better would have assumed he was a native-born Chang'an resident. Yet even though Li Wenchuan knew this, that did not mean he could accept that strong Northeast China flavor.

"About that, I discussed it with the director. The Crown Princess's character setting is still a little thin, so I'm planning to add more later and make her more well-rounded." Jiang Hansheng fiddled with the vermilion hairpin on his head. Ignoring the biceps he had slightly flexed, he was still a peerless beauty.

Li Wenchuan pressed a hand to his forehead. This character was already far too well-rounded. The Northeast China dialect lingered in his mind, impossible to shake off; it felt like Jiang Hansheng might go wash mink pelts in the snow at any moment.

"Your pronunciation is so standard. Did you ever live in Northeast China?" He had heard that even southerners who went to university in Northeast China could have their accents changed. Not long ago, he had seen a foreigner in a short video who had spent too long there and picked up a Northeast China Mandarin accent.

"No, I traveled there before." Jiang Hansheng pushed the hairpin too hard and nearly stabbed himself in the head. He yelped, then immediately called the makeup artist over to help straighten it out.

He could not figure it out. Back when he had seen those noble