The Female Psychology PHD Got Time Travelled To The Royal Harem

Chapter 37

Xiao Xuanzi didn't speak, his eyes showing no hint of emotion, still smiling at her.

Jiang Yuan smiled viciously, "You're so loyal to her, only hoping that one day she'll be restored from the Palace of Exile, and you can ride on her coattails to success. Let me tell you, don't dream about it. She's only pretending to be nice to you because she's temporarily fallen out of favor. Once she regains her power, that will be the day you die."

In the palace, there were too many masters and servants who stood by each other through hard times, but on the day the master regained power, the first thing they did was turn on their loyal servants.

Only because that person had seen her at her worst and knew her deepest secrets.

Xiao Xuanzi sighed, "The goods have been delivered, do with them as you wish!"

He was trying to curry favor with Consort Zhen. In this palace, masters and servants were all the same, wanting to avoid being bullied, so who wouldn't want to climb up the ranks?

He had previously served the favored consorts, but because the chief eunuch was jealous of his capabilities and feared he would threaten his position after receiving praise from the master, he had him transferred to the Palace of Exile, where he would never rise again.

He had lived in the Palace of Exile for three years, originally resigned to his fate. But heaven sent Consort Zhen his way, practically handing him a ladder to climb. Would he be a fool to not climb it?

But Jiang Yuan was wrong about one thing—people exchange sincerity for sincerity.

If Consort Zhen was only using him with no genuine feelings, then he would treat her the same.

Yet after spending so much time together, he could sense that Consort Zhen possessed a simplicity and genuineness that most consorts in the palace lacked.

She was cunning and scheming, but her calculations were directed only at her enemies. With her own people, she was extremely protective.

This could be seen from how she risked being caught by Concubine Li to deliver the hot coals to the Palace of Exile during the first frost.

The howling north wind swept through the hall. Jiang Yuan never dreamed that on her first winter in the Palace of Exile, when she was nearly freezing to death, the first warmth came from her enemy.

She felt no gratitude at all, even thinking that Jiang Xinyue was just showing off—they were both exiled consorts, yet she lived in luxury with servants attending to her needs, while Jiang Yuan suffered cold and loneliness.

Now, even to wash her clothes, she had to fetch water herself.

Zhong Cui Palace—

Consort Wan knelt on the ground, her eyes as red as a rabbit's, her tears unshed, looking utterly pitiful.

But the Xuanwu Emperor on the throne was stony-hearted, unmoved. "Consorts are not permitted to meddle in state affairs, yet Consort Wan made suggestions to me about making the Secretary of the Ministry of Rites the Vice Minister. Do you know that Vice Minister Jiang studied abroad and speaks five languages? He is the most talented man in the great Yan dynasty."

The Emperor seemed angry. Consort Wan dared not speak. Wasn't it the Emperor who had expressed reluctance to rehire the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Rites in front of her, showing his difficulty? To help resolve the Emperor's dilemma, she had casually suggested the Secretary.

She was a woman who had never left her family compound before entering the palace, and had been locked in the inner palace since. How could she know how talented Vice Minister Jiang was?