The Female Psychology PhD Who Time Traveled to the Royal Harem-Chapter 503

The third prince shook his head, "You're the Crown Prince, so naturally, your wedding should be arranged first. We're not in a hurry."

"How can we not be in a hurry?"

The Crown Prince was anxious, "Age comes before youth; my third elder brother's marriage hasn't been settled yet. How can a younger brother like me jump ahead? Fourth brother, Fifth brother, don't you agree?"

The fourth prince scratched his head, avoiding the Crown Prince's gaze.

Although it made sense in theory, they were royal offspring, and seniority didn't necessarily depend on age.

The Crown Prince was the heir apparent, and the choice of his Crown Princess was the focal point of national attention.

All other princes had to step aside.

Moreover, the Emperor was eager to arrange a Crown Princess for the Crown Prince so that he could abdicate early and travel with the Empress to the Southern Palace.

The fifth prince was straightforward and replied directly, "You clearly don’t want to get married so early. Don’t drag me and my fourth brother into this. When the Emperor asks, I will speak the truth."

What a simpleton!

The Crown Prince gritted his teeth. If it weren't for the seventh prince holding him back, he would have punched the fifth prince in the face.

The seventh prince just chuckled. He didn't have to worry about being pressured to marry because the Empress had declared that princesses would marry after eighteen and princes would marry after twenty.

But the Crown Prince was different. As the Crown Prince, he bore the responsibility for the future prosperity and stability of Great Yan.

The senior officials in the court believed that the Crown Prince could postpone marriage after fifteen but must finalize the Crown Princess.

The Spring Banquet was the Crown Prince's selection ceremony for his Crown Princess.

He had thought it through well and planned to drag his third brother into it. That way, the Emperor and Empress would consider his age and prioritize arranging a marriage for the third prince first.

The princesses didn't have the same worries about being pressured to marry.

The eldest princess and the second princess already had children almost as old as some of the princes and princesses, while the third princess was only fourteen, meaning she wouldn't consider her marriage for at least three or four more years.

However, the third princess, being so much younger than her two elder sisters, had little in common with them and preferred to play with her fraternal twin brother.

The eldest princess was in low spirits. After a few glasses of wine during a small gathering with her siblings, they inquired more about the third prince's plans for the future.

In reality, it was the second princess who was concerned that the third prince had stayed too long in the ancestral temple and was considering renouncing the world and becoming a monk.

Fortunately, the third prince reassured them, "My lifelong wish remains unchanged. I wish to explore all the beautiful landscapes of Great Yan, to become a gentle breeze, freely roaming this world."

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But which woman would be willing to accompany him through wind and rain on such a rugged journey?

"Yan Qingqing! Get down here!"

In the Cavalry General's Mansion, a girl of thirteen, with a bright smile on her radiant face, wore a light and practical outfit with a small bundle on her back. She shouted at her furious mother below, "Lovely mother, I’m off to explore the world. Farewell!"

"Ah!"

With a leap from the wall, Yan Qingqing disappeared, leaving Jiang Xinyan covering her eyes in shock before a wave of anger surged, "Yan—Qing—Qing!"

Thirteen years had transformed an introverted, gentle girl into a spitting image of a mother who now yells with hands on her hips.

Yan Qingqing’s father always praised her mother, claiming that the years hadn’t left a single mark on her face and that his wife was becoming more and more beautiful.

To ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‍this, Yan Qingqing only wanted to complain—her mother’s expression might not change, but her temper had certainly rubbed off on her daughter.

Just yesterday, when she fell from a tree, her mother had wielded a willow branch, leaving a few marks on her behind.

It had been quite painful!

She didn’t believe her father’s claims of her mother’s gentleness.

She was practically a tigress.

"Ahhh… Let me go!"

As Jiang Xinyan reached the front gate, she saw her husband, Third Yan, emerge from the corner, his hand gripping Yan Qingqing’s neck like a quail’s.

The girl, now looking utterly glum, was held by the nape of her neck, a place that seemed to control her destiny.

Who could understand this?

Her "adventure" in the world had barely begun at the doorstep when she was captured.

What an adrenaline rush!

Seeing her mother charging like a furious lioness, Yan Qingqing quickly puckered her lips, begging her father, "My dear father, you are the greatest, most valiant, and most handsome father in the world. Please save me!"

"You little rascal!"

Third Yan kicked Yan Qingqing’s behind, "Have you made your mother angry again?"

Yan Qingqing exaggeratedly cried out, "Ouch!" Then, even more theatrically, she fell to the ground, rolling a few times to escape Jiang Xinyan’s wrath and ending up inside the threshold, groaning in mock pain, "Ouch… It’s killing me…"

"Qingqing!"

Jiang Xinyan rained tiny punches on Third Yan’s chest, "Are you crazy? Why did you kick my daughter? If she gets hurt, I won’t let you off!"

It seemed that in every family, parents treated their children that way—they could punish them all they wanted, but anyone else dared not touch them.

Even if the other person was the child’s own father.

"Waaah…"

Yan Qingqing winked at her father and nestled into Jiang Xinyan’s arms, whimpering, "Waaah… It hurts so much… mother…"

With her delicate features and a cute little face adorned with dimples, her act of coquettishness could melt anyone’s heart.

After sending her daughter back to her room, Third Yan gently rubbed Jiang Xinyan’s hand, "Husband’s skin is thick and tough. If I managed to hurt your hand, what would I do? Remember, next time, kick me instead, or I’d feel sorry for you."

"Stop being so glib," Jiang Xinyan retorted, "It’s all your fault and Brother Chong’s indulgence. Our daughter runs up walls every other day, packing bags to explore the world. With her three-legged cat skills, she’d be back within half a day, crying to her brother for revenge."

Imagining her daughter crying back to complain, Jiang Xinyan almost burst out laughing in anger.

"How could she ever marry like this?"

"Not marrying isn’t the end of the world," Third Yan said somewhat weakly, "Look at so many women choosing celibacy, pursuing education and careers. Our Qingqing… isn’t that different, is she?"

"You dare talk back?" Jiang Xinyan twisted Third Yan’s ear, "She’s chased away how many tutors this month? How many characters of the Four Books and Five Classics does she even know? Career? You’re dreaming."

"Ouch, owww…" Third Yan covered his ear, "It hurts… all the servants are watching! I’m at least a high-ranking general, and you’re making me lose face."

The more Jiang Xinyan heard, the angrier she became, forgetting entirely about reprimanding their daughter.

"Phew," Yan Qingqing patted her chest, "Thankfully, my father stood up for me, or I’d be in for a beating today."

The maid, Hong Guo, also breathed a sigh of relief, "Young mistress, this can’t go on. If you want to explore the world, you must escape Madam’s control."

With her hand on her chin, she looked like a strategist.

Though clever, Yan Qingqing wasn’t particularly bright, "So how do I escape my mother?"

"Marry!"