The Female Psychology PhD Who Time Traveled to the Royal Harem

The little eunuch was someone left behind by Fen Yun before her passing, and the last bit of resource remaining from the former Empress.

Before Fen Yun's death, she entrusted all her people to the Fifth Prince.

The eunuch thought to himself, the Fifth Prince is such a stubborn one—every time he gets bullied or injured, he never speaks up.

But this can't go on!

The former Empress had been kind to him, and on her deathbed, she had instructed them to take good care of the Fifth Prince. How could they allow him to constantly be bullied?

They had to call the imperial physician and make a fuss in front of the Emperor.

Even if the Emperor doesn't like their Prince, he still has a reputation to maintain. As long as he cares about his image, he wouldn't let the Fifth Prince be mistreated.

With that thought, the little eunuch promptly left the doorway of the Fifth Prince's resting quarters.

After all, the surroundings were heavily guarded by the palace guards, so there was no need to worry about any sinister characters attacking their Prince.

Yan Qingqing peeked her head out from behind a pillar, watching the eunuch leave before slowly and cautiously making her way to the Fifth Prince's door.

Earlier in the woods, she had seen the Fifth Prince get injured, so she brought some wound medicine for him.

Since she had already made this gesture of goodwill, surely the Fifth Prince would accept her olive branch and stop giving her that cold shoulder, right?

However, overcoming fear of someone wasn't something that could be done easily.

She bit her lip, hesitating in front of the Fifth Prince's door.

Maybe she should sneak a peek and see what he was doing?

Yan Qingqing extended her finger and poked a hole in the window, then leaned in to take a look.

The guards stationed in the courtyard widened their eyes in disbelief—didn't Yan Qingqing see them? What was she trying to pull?

They felt utterly disrespected.

"Miss Yan—"

Just as a guard was about to escort her away, even though she was the niece of the empress, it was unacceptable for her to peep at a Prince!

"Whoosh——"

Before the guard could approach, Yan Qingqing had already raised her hand to stop him. Her lips parted slightly, as if she had seen something that startled her.

Inside the room—

The Fifth Prince had taken off his shirt, revealing the toned, youthful upper body of a teenager. His fair skin bore several old scars, faint traces left by past injuries on his back.

The muscles in his arms were well-defined, veins standing out, giving off an air of restraint that didn't match his age.

On the back of his left arm, there was a long gash still bleeding. He was tilted his head, trying to wrap the wound with a white cloth, but without being able to see the injury, he struggled several times without success.

In the dim candlelight, the Fifth Prince's profile was strikingly handsome. The sharp bridge of his nose and the curve of his Adam's apple stirred something in Yan Qingqing's heart, making her heartbeat grow increasingly erratic.

Especially when he let out small hissing sounds, they seemed to echo more clearly in her ears.

It was almost... like the sound of a soft breath.

Her nose felt itchy, as if she might start to bleed.

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Yan Qingqing sniffed, the sound barely audible, yet it still startled the person inside the room.

"Who's there?"

The Fifth Prince quickly pulled his shirt back up to his shoulders, grabbing a teacup from the table and throwing it toward the door.

"Crash!"

"Clang!"

"Ah!"

As the cup shattered, Yan Qingqing cried out in surprise. The door was flung open.

The girl crouched on the ground, covering her ears, awkwardly waving her hand: "Fifth... Fifth Brother, what a coincidence! Is this... your room?"

Of course it was!

The Fifth Prince coldly glared at her. Her awkward laughter followed, clearing her throat as she stood up: "Fifth Brother, I... I came to give you the medicine."

She finished, holding out the wound salve she had brought from home.

The Yan Family was a military one, and their Patriarch, the Cavalry General, had fought countless battles and withstood numerous injuries. Naturally, they didn't lack skilled military physicians.

Taking this into account, the wound salve for sword injuries she carried was likely even better than what the palace provided.

Since Yan Qingqing always carried it with her, it must have been given by her father—certainly no ordinary wound salve.

The guards watched the conflicted expressions of the Fifth Prince and the blushing Yan Qingqing, at a loss whether to approach or retreat.

Ultimately, the Fifth Prince's glance was enough to send the guard retreating far away.

"Come in!"

"In... inside?"

Yan Qingqing stared at her toes, hesitant, muttering, "Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

As a young, unmarried girl, entering the room of an unmarried Prince—if others found out, it could spark gossip.

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"No... no need..."

The girl vigorously shook her head: "I... I'll manage on my own."

Probably because he couldn't reach the wound himself, he wanted her to come in and help.

Well... she had wanted to make peace with the Fifth Prince, hadn't she?

Helping someone to the finish, helping Buddha to the west—she'd bandage him up and then leave.

Moreover, everyone was up front, waiting to see whether the Crown Prince, the Fourth Prince, or the Seventh Prince would win, so no one would come to the back.

She shrank her body, sliding through the door with her head close to the Fifth Prince's chest.

"Thump thump... thump thump... thump thump thump thump..."

The Fifth Prince's ears reddened as he watched the black hair brush past his chest. His long fingers pressed against his wildly beating heart, the trembling of his fingertips revealing his tension.

But he was a master of disguise, his face still icy cold, showing no trace of his emotions.

He sat down first on the edge of the bed, pulling his clothes off again: "I got injured saving you, so it's not forcing you to treat my wound, is it?"

If it was forcing, the Fifth Brother wouldn't have let her treat his wound.

Yan Qingqing hurried over, blushing at the sight of the long gash: "Of course not. It's what I should do."

So simple-minded, yet dreaming of wandering the martial world—she'd probably be the kind to get sold and still help count the money.

The girl didn't know his thoughts about her. She poured the wound salve onto the Fifth Prince's wound, feeling it wasn't evenly spread, so she smeared it with her fingers.

The cool touch swept over him. The Fifth Prince's ears reddened. It didn't hurt—instead, he felt an odd, tickling sensation creep over him.

"Huff—"

Unfortunately, the girl didn't realize how enticing her actions were, blowing gently on his wound.

Shen Mingsheng's hands clenched tightly over his knees, his eyes trembling as he closed them.

She continued, while Shen Mingsheng kept pushing those "lewd" thoughts out of his mind, though his body betrayed him, about to let out an inappropriate sound.

"Enough!"

If she kept blowing on it, something would happen.

Yan Qingqing was startled, quickly taking the white cloth he handed over, wrapping it around his chest and back to bandage the wound.

"Your Highness, I brought the imperial physician, you—"

The little eunuch, who had left earlier, returned with a physician carrying a medicine box, pushing the door open.

Without much thought, the Fifth Prince grabbed Yan Qingqing's hand, pulling her behind a folding screen painted with landscape and birds.

Yan Qingqing's face "smushed" against the Fifth Prince's smooth chest.