The Female Psychology PhD Who Time Traveled to the Royal Harem

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In the Meng Mansion—

Xi Que and Meng Yixuan were both lost in their own worlds of bliss, their facial features not much alike, yet their expressions and mannerisms were identical.

"Xuan'er, you're going to become the Empress's daughter-in-law! How wonderful!"

"Mother, I'm going to marry the Crown Prince! Am I dreaming?"

Xi Que's eyes sparkled with joyful tears: "Let me slap you; then you'll know if it's a dream or not."

She raised her hand to strike, frightening Meng Yixuan into jumping up: "No! Mother, why don't you slap yourself instead? Why slap me?"

The wife of the Flying Dragon General, known for her immense strength, if she were to strike with that hand, how could her life possibly endure until her wedding with the Crown Prince?

Xi Que sheepishly withdrew her hand: "I just... I fear pain, you see!"

She wasn't foolish; pain on her daughter's face would always be preferable to pain on her own.

"Madam, Miss..."

At the bottom of the steps, a maidservant presented an invitation: "This is from the Zheng Family, inviting Madam and Miss to attend the birthday banquet of Lady Zheng Keren tonight."

Meng Yixuan furrowed her brow: "You mean Zheng Keren, niece of the second wife of the Jing Family's second master?"

Upon seeing the maid nod, she pulled a long face: "I won't go; she looks down on me. Before, she despised me for being..."

She glanced at her exceptionally oblivious mother and swallowed the part about Zheng Keren looking down on her for being the daughter of a palace maid, vigorously shaking her head like a rattle drum: "She likes to bully others; I don't like her. I won't go."

Xi Que blinked with curiosity: "Does she dare bully you?"

There was an air of bravado, as if if anyone dared to bully her daughter, she would storm their door.

Meng Yixuan knew her well enough and hastily replied: "Well, she doesn't actually bully me; she just likes to throw her weight around verbally. I often hang out with Qingqing and the Third Princess; no one dares take liberties with them."

Despite the influence of the Third Princess and Yan Qingqing, Zheng Keren didn't directly bully her but often said sarcastic things, her specialty being to provoke others and then claim it was a slip of the tongue.

Every time, she would return with her stomach seething with indignation.

After all, the Zheng Family was connected to the respected Grand Tutor Jing. Respect had to be given, even if not for the Zheng Family, then for the Jing Family's sake.

Meng Yixuan had held her temper for so long that it had risen to the very apex of her skull, on the verge of erupting.

If tonight, Zheng Keren weren't cautious in her words, she couldn't guarantee if the banquet could proceed without a hitch.

People lose all reason at the limits of their endurance.

Meng Yixuan feared she might just end up slapping Zheng Keren's face until it bloated.

"The invitation is from Zheng Keren's father, the head of the Zheng Family; it's imperative we attend!"

Xi Que pointed to the signature at the end of the invitation: "If you don't go, others will say you've become too big for your boots as the Crown Princess; in my opinion, we should not only go but make a grand entrance, allowing Zheng Keren to taste the humiliation she loves to dish out."

Regardless of whether they were connected to the Jing Family or not, if anyone dared bully her daughter, she would not hesitate to wreck their event.

Tonight, the Zheng Residence was ablaze with light, the entrance bustling with a cavalcade of ornate carriages and splendid horses.

Zheng Keren's seventeenth birthday made her the star of the evening.

Surrounded by noble ladies vying for her attention, she was in high spirits: "I'm the companion to the Third Princess, and naturally, she'll be here for my birthday banquet; don’t worry, you'll see her soon."

"The bond between the princess and me is lifelong; it's not something that compares to the child of some lowly servant."

She almost outright named Meng Yixuan.

'Child of a servant?'

Yan Qingqing leaped off the carriage, then reached back inside to help Shen Minglan out.

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Zheng Keren's antics were well-known to her.

Though Zheng Keren was her companion, wasn't Meng Yixuan also?

Her remarks constantly made it clear that Meng Yixuan didn't belong amongst them.

In fact, the Third Princess felt that both Qingqing and Yixuan likely didn’t have much fondness for Zheng Keren.

"Meng Yixuan is just lucky, if only Qingqing had participated, what chance would she have? The Crown Prince is Qingqing’s cousin, compared to her—daughter of her Highness the Empress's personal maid—she's nothing compared to that."

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"Don’t I deserve it?!"

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Everyone turned to see Meng Yixuan draped in a dazzling red gown, walking gracefully with the assistance of her maid.

Her striking, bejeweled appearance was a hundred times more breathtaking than the night's hostess. The intricate embroidery hanging from her waist radiated threads of gold and silver, breathtakingly magnificent.

Arriving at Third Princess and Yan Qing's place, she slyly winked at them, instantly resorting to wearing a deadpan expression again, brushed by them, she pierced forward, straight-faced towards Zheng Keren: "Does it even matter whether I deserve it or not in your opinion? The betrothal between me and the Prince was the Empress's decree. You despise my entitlement; are you implying you doubt the wisdom of the Empress, or disapprove of her matchmaking?”

One if either path amounted to a blatant disrespect of the Empress or discontentment towards royalty.

“You… I… When did I say anything?”

Zheng Keren might be verbose, but she's hardly too loose-tongued to know no bounds.

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Falling cold under the atmosphere, Zheng Keren's shifted facial expression swiftly changed topics: "Apologies for misunderstanding princess, my father assigned seats for you tonight. Might we now move into the main chamber?”

If Meng Yixuan remained inflexible, she then would be considered as unrefined.

According to her mother, Empress confronted these sorts by 'defeating magic with magic.'

Her mother didn't know what 'magical' meant, neither does she, however understanding this phrase was obvious.

Responding 'Zheng Keren's approach towards herself with Zheng Keren's way.'