After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Met the Reborn Omega - Chapter 44

The ancient city was a film set, perfectly recreating the grandeur of Chang’an during the Tang Dynasty.
The production team had rented out the entire city, hiring a large number of extras to play ordinary townspeople.

If it hadn’t been for the popularity of the first season, Gu Ximeng would never have secured so much investment.
Of course, Mo Corporation and Huayang Group had secretly invested a lot too—not because Mo Zhaoyan or Hua Miaomiao personally invested, but because their subordinates wanted to curry favor with their respective CEOs.

Cameras were set up in every corner of the city.
To create a fully immersive experience for the participants, there would be no live cameramen this time—everything would be filmed through hidden cameras and broadcast live.

Viewers could choose between six different perspectives, freely switching to watch whoever they liked.

Since none of the six participants knew who their CP (couple partner) was, they had to stick to their character scripts and complete their own tasks while trying to figure it out.

Lin Changsheng’s role was the third daughter of the Grand General of the Northern Territories.
She had two elder brothers.
Although the ancient city was set in a “Tang-like” era, the story itself took place in a fictional dynasty.

In this world, a new Empress had just ascended the throne.
The Lin family belonged to the faction of the previous Crown Prince.
Before the new Empress came to power, she had been the only daughter of the former Emperor, titled the “Eldest Princess.”
When the former Emperor fell seriously ill, the Eldest Princess and the Crown Prince fought over the throne.
In the end, the Eldest Princess won, ascending the throne herself—but instead of killing the Crown Prince, she merely exiled him.

The Lin family, having once been loyal to the Crown Prince, had now become a thorn in the Empress’s side.
If not for the Lin family holding command over 30% of Da Chu’s military forces, the Empress would have already moved against them.

In terms of military power, the royal family held 40%, the Lin family 30%, and the Mo family 30%.
The Mo family had supported the Eldest Princess during her struggle, helping her successfully seize the throne.

Since coming to power, the Empress had allowed women to participate in the imperial examinations and hold official posts.
Five years had passed since then, and now the court had an even split between male and female officials.

Lin Changsheng had grown up as a troublemaker.
The Lin family, a lineage of generals, favored sons over daughters.
By the time Lin Changsheng was born, her eldest brother had already come of age, and her second brother was well into his teenage years.
Both brothers spent most of their time following their father in the northern frontiers, fighting off barbarians.

Only Lin Changsheng remained in the capital.

Her mother had died giving birth to her, and her father, who had no fondness for daughters, barely cared about her.

Thus, Lin Changsheng grew up dressing as a boy, blending into all the places of eating, drinking, and entertainment.
Her favorite haunt was Fengyue Tower, the most infamous pleasure house in the city.

In Da Chu, many children inherited their father’s professions.
Even though Lin Changsheng had no real battle achievements, the Empress—hoping to keep the Lin family neutral—appointed her as an “Imperial Guard General,” a title that was more ceremonial than practical.

In reality, her job was more like that of a street patroller.
Still, because of the Lin family’s prestige, people affectionately called her “Little General.”

Holding her mission card in hand, Lin Changsheng read her task:
Find your CP partner. Overcome all obstacles. Marry them to succeed.

There were no clear clues.

Flipping the card over, she found some tiny words:
“Please immerse yourself in your character. Clues will appear naturally in daily interactions.”

Lin Changsheng didn’t care much about finding her CP.
What she really wanted was to find Mo Zhaoyan.

She remembered that Mo Zhaoyan’s role was the “Prime Minister’s only daughter”—and the Mo family was aligned with the Empress, sworn enemies of the Lin family.

Lin Changsheng’s head started to ache at the thought.

She casually glanced around the room, pretending to be indifferent as she checked the corners for hidden cameras.

Today, she wore a lightweight suit of armor—her standard patrol uniform.
Since staying at home wouldn’t help her bump into Mo Zhaoyan, she decided she might as well head out and wander around.

The General’s Manor where she stayed was grand and imposing.
As she walked through the long corridors, she could hear the maidservant NPCs chattering in hushed tones, clearly delivering their scripted lines.

Though it looked like they were whispering secrets, their voices were loud enough for her to hear every word clearly.

“Isn’t that the Little General? Heading out again, huh?”

“I heard the Little General’s been spending a lot of time at Fengyue Tower lately. It’s all over the capital.
They say Bai Huakui, the top courtesan there, is her closest confidante.”

“But… isn’t the Little General a woman?”

“Women can still… you know…” one of them whispered.

Hearing all this left Lin Changsheng completely baffled—but she still caught the important parts:
Fengyue Tower. Bai Huakui. Bai Qin?

Although, because of ABO differentiation, same-sex relationships were no longer a big deal nowadays, Lin Changsheng recalled that just twenty or thirty years ago, same-sex marriage hadn’t even been legal.
And even less so in ancient times.

Some people just loved this kind of “forbidden love” drama.
Lin Changsheng shook her head—her brother-in-law really knew how to stir up attention.

When Lin Changsheng stepped onto the main street, she finally understood how much effort had been poured into this production.
Without a few hundred extras, there was no way they could have recreated such a vivid scene of Tang Dynasty nightlife.

The streets were packed, bustling with life.
There was no curfew in Da Chu; lanterns stayed lit all night, crowds flowed through the city, and shouts from vendors filled the air.

For a brief moment, walking among the people, Lin Changsheng really felt like she had become an ordinary citizen of the ancient world—living a simple, carefree life.

Meanwhile, every movement she made was being livestreamed.

“Chief! Chief looks so cool in that armor!”

Her loyal fans immediately flooded the stream with praise.
Of course, where there were fans, there were also haters—who always seemed to have endless energy.

“Typical Lin Changsheng. Useless in real life and just as worthless in the show. Wandering around brothels fits her perfectly.”

“Where’s that dog who dared to insult the Chief?!”

Gu Ximeng was busy trying to control the comments, deleting the more vicious ones.
Where did Lin Changsheng get so many haters anyway?

Meanwhile, Lin Changsheng arrived at Fengyue Tower.

As soon as she entered, a group of older women greeted her, plastering fake smiles on their faces.

“Ah, Little General! Our Huakui has been waiting for you for so long! Please, come with me!”

Lin Changsheng wrinkled her nose slightly.
The heavy scent of their powder was overwhelming—though still preferable to the sharp, unpleasant scent of most pheromones.
Only Mo Zhaoyan’s scent didn’t bother her.

Finally, they led her upstairs.

The moment she stepped inside the room, she was greeted by the sight of Bai Qin, dressed extravagantly in a bright red gown.
She wore heavy makeup and waved a delicate fan in her hand, striking an overly flirtatious pose.

Despite her obvious effort, the instant Lin Changsheng saw her, she couldn’t help it—a snort of laughter escaped her.

Bai Qin, already embarrassed about being assigned the “Huakui” role, felt completely humiliated when she saw Lin Changsheng laughing.
Her fragile pride snapped instantly.

Abandoning the act altogether, she tossed her fan aside, grabbed a wine cup, and took a long drink.

“Lin—”
Bai Qin almost blurted out “President Lin,” but quickly remembered she was still on camera.
Countless people must be watching her right now.

Adjusting her expression, she spoke in a clumsy, exaggerated tone:

“Little General Lin, you sure took your sweet time… You kept this poor maiden waiting for so long.”

Once again, Lin Changsheng couldn’t hold back her laughter.
She wasn’t sure if it was Bai Qin’s forced coquettishness, or that awkward “poor maiden” line that did it—but it was hilarious.

She simply couldn’t play along anymore.

“Bai Qin, you really do look the part of a top courtesan,” Lin Changsheng said, still chuckling.

That was the final blow. Bai Qin slammed her cup down and glared at her.

“Lin Changsheng! Are you making fun of me?!”

At some point, the relationship between Lin Changsheng and Bai Qin had quietly grown closer.
Now, Bai Qin wasn’t as scared of her anymore.
They could be considered friends—as long as no one crossed Lin Changsheng’s bottom line.

Having more friends was always better than having more enemies.

“Any clues about your CP?” Bai Qin asked.

“I’ve just been sitting here waiting for customers,” Bai Qin teased. “Waited half the day, and the only one to show up was you, Little General.”

Lin Changsheng was about to reply when she heard a commotion downstairs.
Curious, she walked out onto the balcony and looked down.

There, she spotted a figure dressed in pure white—Mo Zhaoyan.

Her expression was cold, her makeup soft and delicate.
A crystal tassel hung at her waist, shimmering faintly.
She looked completely out of place here, among the crowds of pleasure seekers.

So beautiful… Lin Changsheng thought, her heart skipping a beat.

“Isn’t that the young Prime Minister?” one of the madams rushed over to greet Mo Zhaoyan with a bright smile.

Mo Zhaoyan lifted her hand to stop her from getting too close.
Her cold aura made the madam freeze in her tracks.

“I haven’t officially taken office yet,” Mo Zhaoyan said calmly.

Lin Changsheng, still holding the wine cup she had taken from Bai Qin, quietly took a sip.

Amazing… my wife’s about to become the Prime Minister.

Just as she was admiring her, Mo Zhaoyan suddenly looked up—and their eyes met.

Caught off guard, Lin Changsheng choked on her wine, coughing twice.
Bai Qin hurriedly handed her a handkerchief.

Mo Zhaoyan looked away, a faint smile curling at the corners of her lips.

“Did I imagine it, or did they just make eye contact—and Mo Zong even smiled?!”

“CP fans, calm down! Mo Zong is beautiful all by herself!”

Soon after, Hua Miaomiao entered, dressed in a vibrant red gown.
Compared to Bai Qin, she was even more dazzling.
Her natural boldness made her seem like the real “queen” of Fengyue Tower.

“My wife! My wife is here!” someone shouted in the live comments.

“Wife? Please! Hua is pure Alpha energy! She’s, my king!”

Following Hua Miaomiao was a tall figure, wearing a black guard uniform that made her stand out even more.

“Who’s that goddess?! Someone tells me her name!”

“That’s the new mystery player—the sixth participant!”

“Even the new participant is this stunning?!”

“Rumor says her name is Tang Ying, and she’s Mo Zong’s personal assistant!”

“Personal? Like… really personal? I’m shipping them!”

“Forget it. Both Tang Ying and Mo Zong are Omegas.”

“Wait, that handsome woman is an Omega? Heartbroken!”

“Who says two Omegas can’t be shipped?!”

Tang Ying followed closely behind Hua Miaomiao, carrying swords at her waist.

When Mo Zhaoyan saw Hua Miaomiao, she stepped forward and bowed.

Hua Miaomiao hurriedly pulled her up.
“I’m supposed to be traveling in disguise! Don’t blow my cover!” she whispered.

Even though they were “acting,” Lin Changsheng couldn’t help feeling annoyed.
Still, she couldn’t ignore the details.

The subtle royal patterns on Tang Ying’s uniform…
The way even the future Prime Minister bowed respectfully…

There was no doubt—Hua Miaomiao must be royalty.

And Lin Changsheng was a little jealous.

Why did Hua Miaomiao get such a good role?!

Bai Qin, meanwhile, was watching everything unfold with interest.

But her attention soon shifted to someone else— A figure standing awkwardly in the crowd, dressed in plain robes, blending in terribly among the wealthy nobles.

It was Gu Ruoyun.

The new top scholar of the imperial exams—hiding like he didn’t belong.

Then someone in the crowd shouted:

“Isn’t that the new top scholar? What’s he doing at a brothel?!”

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