Transmigrated as the Doomed Scumbag Alpha of the Eldest Princess - Chapter 104

Jiang Si’s impatient expression turned cold as Mu Wanci stammered out her question. He stepped closer and demanded, “How dare you casually comment on the affairs of Jing Kingdom?”

His gaze swept over her, noticing the faint look of grievance in her eyes.

After knowing each other for so many years, Jiang Si had never seen Mu Wanci display such a rich array of emotions as she did tonight.

Amused, he asked, “And in what capacity are you questioning me?”

“As the Eldest Princess of Yue Kingdom?”

“Or… as the concubine of Marquis Jing?”

Jiang Si deliberately spoke this way, wanting to see how long Mu Wanci could endure it.

Just as he expected, the moment his words fell, Mu Wanci’s face paled, and the trace of grievance in her eyes vanished.

Originally, he had felt some guilt over Mu Wanci giving birth to their child alone in Donghai.

She must have suffered greatly.

Many times, he had actually considered returning to Donghai—even if just to see if she was alright, without meeting her.

But he had never mustered the courage.

After all, back then, it was Mu Wanci who had personally driven him away. No matter what happened before, he had always subconsciously handed the initiative to her, hoping she would choose to stay with him.

Now, he was powerless. He had retreated into his shell, drawing a clear line between them.

By questioning his affairs, Mu Wanci had already crossed that line.

“The palace gates are newly built. Your Highness might not find your way out. I’ll escort you personally.”

Jiang Si gave Mu Wanci no chance to speak. After saying this, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward the exit.

He walked so quickly that Mu Wanci could barely keep up, stumbling as she tried to free her hand from his grip.

Jiang Si clenched his fist, staring at her until she steadied herself before slowly releasing her.

Expressionless, he said, “Keep up.”

He then took a few steps forward but didn’t feel Mu Wanci following.

Turning back, he saw her still standing in the same spot. Jiang Si didn’t move either, simply waiting.

After what felt like an eternity, Su Xun approached Jiang Si again.

Already impatient, his tone was sharp when he asked, “What else is it?”

Su Xun glanced at Mu Wanci in the distance before replying, “Your Majesty, the little princess… she’s crying for Her Highness.”

Her voice was loud enough for Mu Wanci to hear, and she visibly grew anxious.

Jiang Si had never intended to keep A-Yue in the palace. After a brief glance at Mu Wanci, he said to Su Xun, “Bring her out. You personally escort them out of the palace.”

“Ensure their safety all the way to their doorstep.”

In truth, Su Xun’s arrival was timely—Jiang Si no longer wanted to engage with Mu Wanci or escort her.

But just as he turned to re-enter the palace, he suddenly sensed warmth approaching from behind.

A strong, icy fragrance of snow lotus enveloped him.

By the time he turned around, Su Xun had already retreated several steps away, covering her nose and frowning.

Such an intense Kunze pheromone was overwhelming even for Su Xun, who had used suppressants. Even at a distance, it was unbearable.

Moreover, Mu Wanci was still Jiang Si’s person—she couldn’t act without propriety, so Su Xun had no choice but to withdraw further.

Jiang Si understood Su Xun’s reaction perfectly. After a long silence, he said darkly, “Su Xun, before you leave, summon Sang Zhi here!”

As a Qian Yuan who had once marked Mu Wanci, Jiang Si found herself powerless to resist.

Her reaction was even stronger than Su Xun’s.

This feeling was unbearable.

Enduring the torment in her body, Jiang Si stepped closer to Mu Wanci, staring at her flushed cheeks before demanding coldly, “You did this on purpose?”

“Just because you didn’t want me to make Nangong Yan empress, you’d go so far as to sacrifice yourself?”

After calming down, Jiang Si recalled many things.

For instance, back then, even though she had never overstepped with Nangong Yan, Mu Wanci had still been displeased—even jealous.

At the time, she had vaguely sensed that Mu Wanci’s resentment might have been directed at Nangong Yan.

But as time passed, she gradually forgot. Now that it was brought up again, she only felt a chilling coldness.

Because Mu Wanci’s hostility toward Nangong Yan might not have stemmed from her at all.

Mu Wanci shook her head with difficulty, struggling to explain, “No…”

It was just that spending too much time with Jiang Si today had awakened the dormant pheromones in her body.

After giving birth, her rain and dew cycles had become erratic—sometimes absent for half a year, sometimes arriving every month.

Wei Nian had treated her, even consulting Lan Shao for remedies. The treatment had worked well enough, bringing some semblance of regularity, though the pattern had shifted.

But ever since learning of Jiang Si’s uncertain fate and setting out to find her, the stress and sorrow had rendered Lan Shao’s prescribed medicine ineffective.

Her cycles became completely irregular again. Now, barely half a month had passed since her last rain and dew period.

This change was too embarrassing to voice. Her cheeks burned hotter, her exhaled breath carrying the faint scent of snow lotus.

Her mind grew hazy as she recalled Jiang Si’s relentless questioning and the distance between them—just like their relationship now.

She refused to accept it.

In the throes of her rain and dew cycle, driven by instinct, she couldn’t bear the thought of things ending like this between them.

If not for this, why would she have spent a whole year searching for Jiang Si?

Was it really just to confirm she was alive?

Mu Wanci laughed bitterly in her heart. Those words were nothing but self-deception.

Human nature was greedy and ugly. The outcome of such desperate searching couldn’t possibly be so simple.

Summoning her courage, she grasped Jiang Si’s hand and called out softly, “Jiang Si.”

The scorching heat in her body made it hard to stand, yet she forced herself to meet Jiang Si’s gaze.

Jiang Si had asked her—in what capacity?

“The concubine taken by Marquis Jing was the Princess Shaoyuan of Yue.”

“But Yue is no more. I’m no longer a princess… I’m just Mu Wanci.”

By the last word, her voice was thick with tears.

And because they were so close, Mu Wanci’s snow lotus pheromones had reached their peak intensity.

The combination sent Jiang Si into momentary disarray.

But she quickly regained control, biting her tongue to stay lucid—and growing even angrier because of it.

Staring at that breathtakingly beautiful face, she lifted a hand and gripped Mu Wanci’s chin.

She understood Mu Wanci’s meaning, and it infuriated her. How could Mu Wanci think a few soft words could change anything?

That the wounds inflicted on her could just be brushed aside?

She was vindictive. The pain she had endured wouldn’t be so easily forgotten.

Just like in her past life, when she was abandoned by her parents—she had grown overly sensitive and exacting when it came to matters of the heart.

So Mu Wanci’s words hit like a bomb, reopening wounds she thought had healed.

“Mu Wanci, you overestimate yourself,” Jiang Si said darkly, her voice making Mu Wanci’s slightly dazed eyes widen in surprise—but it only strengthened Jiang Si’s resolve.

She couldn’t, and wouldn’t, let herself be bewitched by Mu Wanci’s pheromones any longer. She stepped closer, nearly pressing against her, her voice hoarse with suppressed frustration and unwillingness: “I had intended for us to part ways cleanly, with no further ties. But now—you’ve come to me yourself.”

When the heat became unbearable, Mu Wanci realized Jiang Si had handed her over to Sang Zhi, hearing her murmur instructions: “Lan Yu is busy. Take her straight to the imperial infirmary.”

With great effort, Mu Wanci lifted her gaze to Jiang Si, only to see an expression of near weariness on her face before she amended, “Never mind. Take her to the side chamber instead. No one is to approach her.”

With that, Jiang Si strode away. Mu Wanci, fighting through her discomfort, reached out and grabbed her, calling her name softly.

But in her near-delirious state, her voice was too faint. Jiang Si couldn’t make it out—and had no patience to linger.

Tomorrow’s Empress Selection Ceremony couldn’t afford any mishaps.

Too much time had already been wasted because of Mu Wanci and A Yue.

After ordering Sang Zhi to keep a close watch, Jiang Si hurried out of the side chamber.

Mu Wanci, overwhelmed by her estrus cycle, finally succumbed to unconsciousness.

When she woke again, it was deep into the night.

The person sitting beside her wasn’t Sang Zhi—it was Lan Shao.

In this vast palace, aside from Jiang Si, Lan Shao was the only one who gave her a sense of reunion.

Struggling to sit up, Mu Wanci called out weakly to Lan Shao’s turned back.

When Lan Shao turned to face her, the words Mu Wanci meant to say died in her throat.

It hadn’t even been three years, yet strands of white already streaked Lan Shao’s temples.

“Looking at this?” Lan Shao lightly touched her hair, smiling.

Only when Mu Wanci nodded slightly did she offer a brief explanation: “Too much work these years. It’s nothing.”

She didn’t elaborate, and Mu Wanci didn’t press. Moments later, the sound of a bell rang out, and Lan Shao glanced outside, murmuring, “At this hour, the candidates must already be entering the palace.”

Once, Mu Wanci had personally overseen Mu Zesheng’s empress and consort selections—she knew the procedures all too well.

The candidates would begin entering the palace at dawn, undergoing inspections of their posture and appearance. Only those who passed would have the chance to meet the emperor.

Then came the conferring of titles.

Now, it was Jiang Si who would go through this.

“The position of Empress… can only go to… Nan Gong Yan.”

Jiang Si’s conversation with Su Xun echoed in her mind once more.

A bitter smile curved her lips, but tears spilled from her eyes regardless.

Lan Shao, watching, couldn’t help but advise, “If you keep crying like this, you’ll ruin your eyes for good.”

But how could Mu Wanci listen now?

Her gaze hollow, she stared at the ceiling, recalling the confession she’d made during her estrus—hesitant, indirect.

She regretted it.

Not for speaking, but for waiting until today to do so.

She should have followed her heart from the start, instead of—

“Lan Shao, I want to see Jiang Si. Do you have a way?”

“No. If she wants to come, she will.”

Years apart had changed Lan Shao too—her once-playful demeanor had faded into quiet solemnity.

Mu Wanci didn’t ask about Jiang Si again. In silence, Lan Shao began applying acupuncture needles.

She drifted back into a hazy sleep, unaware of the time when the bell tolled again and the door was abruptly opened from outside.

A group of palace maids entered, curtsying upon seeing Lan Shao: “This humble servant greets Count Yi’an.”

Then they uniformly bowed to Mu Wanci: “Greetings, Noble Lady.”

“We’ve come to deliver the selection garments for the Noble Lady.”

At these words, Lan Shao noticed Mu Wanci’s face instantly pale.

Now she fully understood Jiang Si’s true intentions.

When suddenly summoned from the Imperial Hospital by Jiang Si earlier, seeing her emotional turmoil and being assigned to care for Mu Wanci, Lan Shao had guessed the two must have met—and that their encounter couldn’t have been pleasant.

But never did she imagine… Jiang Si would force Mu Wanci to personally witness her coronation as Empress.

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