After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Met the Reborn Omega - Chapter 49

Su Jing sat quietly, well-behaved as ever. In front of her was the same, unchanging prison meal. Bored, she poked at her food with a fork, but her eyes stayed fixed on the television. The latest hit variety show, Let’s Fall in Love, was playing.

The show had reached its final day — the much-anticipated Faction Battle. Lin Changsheng, representing the Lin family, had launched a coup. Hua Miaomiao, once believed to be the most likely candidate to assassinate the Empress, had surprisingly sided with the faction protecting her. Then again, it made sense — after all, the Empress was her mother.

Even more shocking was Tang Ying, the royal guard, being revealed as a traitor. She had been planted by an assassin organization more than a decade ago, lying in wait beside Hua Miaomiao all this time for this very day.

Gu Ruoyun was part of the faction protecting the Empress as well, though she had little real authority. When the coup broke out, all she could do was assist in the Empress’s retreat. Meanwhile, Bai Qin disguised herself in the Empress’s clothing, waiting for the Lin family’s forces to break through.

Unfortunately, the Lin family and Hua Miaomiao’s Royal Army were locked in fierce combat, making it difficult for either side to gain the upper hand.

Hua Miaomiao was left with only a small group of soldiers. She discussed a plan with Gu Ruoyun: Gu Ruoyun would escort the real Empress along a different route, while Hua Miaomiao, accompanied by Bai Qin disguised as the Empress, would act as a decoy.

But just as they set off, they were intercepted — not by the Lin family, but by troops wearing the Royal Army’s uniforms.

Leading them was Tang Ying.
Although Hua Miaomiao had long suspected that Tang Ying might not be on her side, the confirmation left a bitter taste. Nonetheless, she stayed in character.

“What are you trying to do?” Hua Miaomiao asked, her voice steady.

Tang Ying sat astride her horse, surprisingly calm, showing none of the awkwardness one might expect from someone new to riding. In her heart, she knew Hua Miaomiao had likely seen through her. Even so, she played along, speaking her lines without hesitation:
“I’m sorry, Your Highness. The Empress must die today.”

“You’ve followed me for so many years, only to betray me in the end? Was it for money? For power? Whatever the Lin family can offer you, I can give you too,” Hua Miaomiao said coldly, still thinking Tang Ying had allied with the Lin family.

Tang Ying sneered.
In her eyes, Hua Miaomiao still carried the same naive innocence she had as a child. Though the Empress often called Hua Miaomiao useless — and though Tang Ying had done her best to drive a wedge between them — Hua Miaomiao had never once truly betrayed her mother.

In truth, Hua Miaomiao’s so-called “uselessness” had been orchestrated by Tang Ying all along.

“You really think I’m with the Lin family?” Tang Ying said with a scornful laugh. “The Lin family’s forces are battling the Royal Army outside the city. Look around — who do you think these soldiers surrounding you belong to?”

Hua Miaomiao glanced around. What she had thought was a small detachment had, without her realizing, completely encircled her. Worse, their numbers far exceeded her own.

Her reports had said that the Lin family’s main forces were tied up at the North Gate. The North Gate had yet to fall. Then where had all these troops inside the Imperial City come from?

She looked closer at their uniforms — and saw the large character “Mo” embroidered boldly on them. Hua Miaomiao’s expression darkened instantly.

Mo Zhaoyan emerged from the ranks, dressed in flowing white, riding a white horse.
Who would have thought?
Mo Zhaoyan — once so favored by the Empress — now stood on the side of rebellion.

Hua Miaomiao gave a cold, bitter laugh and turned to Tang Ying.
“You’re with the Mo family?” she asked, her voice sharp. Compared to thinking Tang Ying belonged to the Lin family, discovering her loyalty to the Mo family struck Hua Miaomiao even harder.

Why was it always Mo Zhaoyan?

Bitterness welled up in her chest. She knew her feelings toward Tang Ying had long since spiraled out of control, and emotions she had never dared acknowledge before surfaced — the desperate wish to keep Tang Ying by her side forever.

Her emotions overwhelmed her, and she could no longer tell whether she spoke as her character or from her own heart:
“Am I really so much worse than Mo Zhaoyan? Is that why you refuse to stay by my side?”

Maybe there was some grievance and despair in her voice, because Tang Ying’s heart softened immediately.

“You’d better not resist,” Tang Ying said gently. “With the forces you have now, you don’t stand a chance against us.”

Indeed.
The Royal Army’s main force was entirely held back by Lin Changsheng.

“And what if I refuse to surrender?” Hua Miaomiao asked stubbornly, refusing to bow her head.

Hua Miaomiao always had her own kind of stubbornness when facing Mo Zhaoyan.
If Tang Ying weren’t present, maybe she could bear it, but with Tang Ying right there, she refused to concede even a little.

“A pity,” Mo Zhaoyan said calmly. “You are destined to lose this battle.”

She cast a glance at Bai Qin, who was hiding behind Hua Miaomiao. Bai Qin wore a mask that obscured her features, but her clothing clearly marked her as the Empress.
Mo Zhaoyan gave Tang Ying a signal.
Receiving the silent command, Tang Ying drew an arrow and aimed it at Bai Qin.

With a sharp whoosh, the arrow shot out.

Hua Miaomiao hadn’t expected Tang Ying to actually fire. Bai Qin, too, was caught off guard. She couldn’t dodge in time and was struck by the arrow. Yet she felt no pain — it must have been a specially designed arrow.
Following the script, she tumbled from her horse. Expecting to hit the ground hard, Bai Qin even braced herself for pain — but instead, she fell into a warm embrace.

Opening her eyes, she realized that Gu Ruoyun had returned at some point.

Bai Qin’s mask had fallen off during the fall.
Mo Zhaoyan had known all along that Bai Qin wasn’t the real Empress; this entire scene was for the audience’s benefit.
With a casual wave, Mo Zhaoyan directed her troops to spread out and search elsewhere.

Since Gu Ruoyun was here, the real Empress must have already been successfully escorted out of the city.
With the major battle raging at the North Gate and Mo Zhaoyan having entered through the West Gate, the only possible escape routes left were the East and South Gates.

Outside, there were certainly still remnants of Hua Miaomiao’s forces waiting to receive the Empress.
As long as they pursued relentlessly, they would surely catch her.

Bai Qin lay in Gu Ruoyun’s arms, looking up at her tense face.
Even though it was just a variety show, Gu Ruoyun’s genuine concern for her was unmistakable.
At that moment, all the past misunderstandings melted away — Bai Qin chose to forgive her.

She reached up and lightly caressed Gu Ruoyun’s face.

This face had barely changed over the years.
Bai Qin remembered how helpless she had been back then, unable to gather even a hundred thousand yuan, standing on the street when a luxury car stopped beside her.
Gu Ruoyun had invited her inside, and without exchanging many words, they had checked into a hotel.

Who would have thought that one impulsive encounter would tangle them together for over a decade?
She had given the best years of her life to this woman.
Since they had reunited now, they might as well live properly.

“Gu Ruoyun, you’re really beautiful,” Bai Qin said suddenly.

Gu Ruoyun’s pupils contracted, and an expression of gentle tenderness — one that belonged only to Bai Qin — appeared on her face.

Those words… Bai Qin had once said them too, during their very first night together.
Back then, Bai Qin had just come of age — young and vulnerable, her face streaked with tears — as she murmured under her breath,
“Jiejie, you’re so beautiful…”

Watching the two embracing tightly under the horses, Hua Miaomiao’s heart ached even more.
After struggling so much to finally feel her heart stir for someone, that person showed her no warmth — all their heart and eyes were filled with Mo Zhaoyan instead.

At this ill-timed moment, Tang Ying spoke again,
“Your Highness, the Empress will soon be captured. The outcome is clear. If you surrender now, your life may be spared.”

Hua Miaomiao looked straight at Tang Ying and asked,
“All these years… You stayed by my side because of Mo Zhaoyan’s orders, didn’t you?”

Tang Ying nodded slightly.

She was a deathsworn servant of the Mo family — loyal to them for life.
Betraying the Mo family was impossible.

Even in the real world, the Mo Corporation and Huayang Group were entrenched enemies — temporary cooperation was just a facade; their blood feud was far from resolved.

“I admit defeat, Mo Zhaoyan,” Hua Miaomiao said quietly, “but I want to ask one thing.
The Empress has always favored the Mo family. Why would the Mo family choose to rebel?”

Mo Zhaoyan’s thoughts drifted briefly to Lin Changsheng, though Lin Changsheng was not the sole reason.

“The Mo family once helped the Empress overthrow the former Emperor,” Mo Zhaoyan said. “Now, naturally, we can overthrow her too — and crown ourselves rulers.”

“Such ambition…” Hua Miaomiao sighed.

Just then, one of Mo Zhaoyan’s soldiers rushed over, shouting,
“Report! We’ve captured the Empress!”

—

Meanwhile, Lin Changsheng had broken through the North Gate and arrived at the scene.
She hadn’t expected Mo Zhaoyan to be on her side.
After everything Mo Zhaoyan had said to her the day before, she had been prepared to fight bitterly — she hadn’t anticipated victory to come so easily.

The tide had completely turned.
It was time for Hua Miaomiao to perform her final act.

Without hesitation, Hua Miaomiao drew her sword.

“A king should die a king’s death,” she declared. “You have no right to decide my fate.”

With those words, she slashed her sword across her own neck.

Her movements were so swift that no one could react.
Blood sprayed into the air as she collapsed from her horse, falling heavily to the ground.

Tang Ying leapt down at once, heart pounding.

No one had expected Hua Miaomiao to take her own life so suddenly.

Rushing forward to check on her, Tang Ying realized — the woman lying in a pool of blood was completely fine — and even sneaking glances at her.

Only then did Tang Ying’s tightly clenched heart relax.

What she didn’t realize was that in that moment of panic, all the worry she had tried to hide was fully exposed.

Tang Ying crouched down, gazing at the woman “lying dead” in the blood —
she had to admit, Hua Miaomiao’s acting was quite professional.

—

Back in the prison, Su Jing was watching the show intently when someone suddenly blocked the television.
Annoyed at being interrupted during such a critical moment, she looked up —
and met the strikingly handsome face of Chen Lin.

Chen Lin was the typical image of an Alpha — forceful, commanding, with an innate sharpness between her brows.
Alphas like her were rare; most, like Hua Miaomiao and Lin Changsheng, tended toward a softer, more graceful appearance.

Chen Lin walked with a limp — she no longer carried a cane inside the prison — but her gait was still uneven.
Early on, some had thought she would be easy to bully, but anyone who tried was quickly beaten down.
Chen Lin’s fighting skills were formidable.

Though they shared a cell, Chen Lin and Su Jing had barely spoken a few words to each other.

Seeing that it was Chen Lin, the gloom on Su Jing’s face lifted.
She replaced it with an innocent, harmless smile.
“What is it, Officer Chen?” she asked sweetly.

Su Jing still addressed her as “Officer Chen” — and that was the most painful stab to Chen Lin’s heart.

After all, because of Su Jing, Chen Lin had lost her leg — and her chance to ever be a police officer again.
Many of the wrongs suffered by Lin Changsheng likely had Su Jing behind them too.

“What are you planning?” Chen Lin asked coldly.
“Hiding here — what kind of scheme are you brewing?”

“What could I possibly do?” Su Jing replied, voice soft. “I’m just a weak little woman.”

Su Jing was small and frail, her skin sickly pale — it was difficult to imagine someone like her being involved in such bloody cases.

And yet, every time Chen Lin saw Su Jing’s smile, her old injury throbbed with phantom pain — a real, physical reminder.

It had taken everything in Chen Lin just to walk over and confront her — guilt over Lin Changsheng and a desperate pursuit of truth and justice had driven her to this.

She subconsciously rubbed her bad leg — and Su Jing caught the motion.

Without warning, Su Jing stood up and closed the distance between them, so close their noses nearly touched.

Su Jing was much smaller than Chen Lin, only reaching her chin.
When she looked up, her eyes gleamed with something dangerous.

“Does it still hurt?” Su Jing asked softly.

The sudden concern caught Chen Lin completely off guard.

Before she could react, Su Jing’s hand moved — gently caressing Chen Lin’s thigh.

The touch was light, almost tender — but Chen Lin froze, rooted in place.

Then, in the next second, Su Jing laughed — and swiftly planted a kiss on Chen Lin’s lips.

Startled, Chen Lin immediately shoved her away, furious.

“What the hell are you doing!” she shouted, hurriedly wiping her mouth, the lingering sensation still vivid.

Su Jing merely laughed again and said sweetly, “I really like you, Officer Chen. I think… we’ll get along very well.”

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