Transmigrated as the Doomed Scumbag Alpha of the Eldest Princess - Chapter 106

When Jiang Si emerged from the side hall, Lan Shao was waiting for her.

Jiang Si glanced at her, but before she could speak, Lan Shao began unprompted, “I sent Sang Zhi to take A Yue out to play.”

Jiang Si had nothing to say in response and merely nodded silently before heading straight back to the main hall.

Lan Shao followed behind her.

Seated in their chairs, the two of them sat in silence.

Ever since Jiang Si returned from the desert, she and Lan Shao had often been like this—not for any particular reason, but because of Lan Yu.

When Jiang Si first arrived back in Cuh City, the first person she saw was Lan Shao, who had been searching everywhere for her. Lan Shao had appeared by her side shortly after she entered the city gates.

Jiang Si was deeply wary of Lan Yu, and since then, their conversations had grown fewer, and Lan Shao’s hair had visibly turned white.

Jiang Si didn’t understand why, and whenever she asked, Lan Shao never explained.

Moreover, Lan Shao no longer acted as she once had, trying to bring Jiang Si and Mu Wanci together—she didn’t even mention Mu Wanci’s name anymore.

But today was different. After sitting in silence for a long time, Lan Shao finally spoke: “Regarding Her Highness’s condition, Wei Nian wrote to me years ago. I was involved in formulating the treatment, which had stabilized—until now, when it relapsed due to exhaustion.”

“What exactly are you trying to say?” Jiang Si couldn’t help but interrupt.

Lan Shao’s expression remained unchanged as she lowered her gaze and smiled faintly. “I just fear that one day, you might regret it.”

“Lan Shao, why don’t you say the same thing to her?” Jiang Si’s temper flared instantly. She stood up and raised her voice in accusation.

As the person who knew Jiang Si best, Lan Shao had watched her grow increasingly volatile and prone to anger—even to the point of pushing her away. It pained her deeply.

But could she even say these things to Mu Wanci?

Because she wasn’t afraid that Mu Wanci would regret anything. The one she truly worried about was Jiang Si.

She also knew that the events of the past in the Eastern Sea had wounded Jiang Si deeply, and the current situation was influenced by those old scars.

But no matter what, this wasn’t what she wanted to see.

Jiang Si’s life was destined to be entangled with Mu Wanci’s. Their beginning, their journey—everything would be fraught with trials. Some things were beyond her control.

But there was one thing.

Her expression suddenly turned serious. “I still hope you’ll stay away from Lan Yu.”

This was the phrase Lan Shao had repeated most often to Jiang Si over the past few months.

But Jiang Si wasn’t a fool who would let herself be used by Lan Yu.

Still, no matter what, Lan Yu had saved her life—she owed her a debt of gratitude. She couldn’t be ungrateful.

Lan Yu now stayed in the palace without any official position, which was improper by all accounts.

Her so-called status was nothing more than a pretense.

There was no way Lan Yu would ever become part of Jiang Si’s harem.

Lan Shao wasn’t the type to force the issue, so the conversation circled back to Mu Wanci.

But the resentment in Jiang Si’s heart was something she couldn’t put into words. After a long pause, she only said darkly, “Mu Wanci—she knows exactly how to provoke me.”

Lan Shao neither agreed nor disagreed. She simply smiled and stepped closer to begin Jiang Si’s daily treatment.

She took out a pitch-black jade pendant, dripped blood onto it, and placed it against the back of Jiang Si’s neck.

This had become a daily routine, and Jiang Si was used to it—but not the pain.

The searing agony, like being burned by flames, contorted Jiang Si’s face…

Half an hour later, Lan Shao withdrew the jade and let out a quiet sigh. Jiang Si, meanwhile, looked as though she had just been pulled out of water.

Her mind was clearer now, but she felt her entire body reeked of a foul stench.

“Lan Shao, I need to bathe.”

“Alright. I’ll go check on the little princess.”

Lan Shao gave a faint smile, while Jiang Si watched with a strange expression but said nothing.

After her bath, it would be time for the grand selection ceremony, and the schedule was tight.

During her bath, she didn’t allow anyone to approach, soaking in the pool with her eyes closed, feigning sleep.

She remained there for several hours until Sangzhi, unable to find her late at night, went to the bathing chamber to wake Jiang Si.

Exhausted, Jiang Si squinted slightly and asked, “What time is it?”

“Your Majesty, it’s already Hai hour (9–11 PM).”

“You should return to your chambers and rest.”

Having slept from evening until now, it was about enough. Instead of going back to rest, Jiang Si changed her clothes and headed to the council hall.

In the dead of night, she summoned Qiu Han and ordered her to arrange for Mu Wanzi and her daughter to be escorted out of the palace.

This matter should have been settled in the afternoon after leaving the side hall, but with Lan Shao’s unexpected visit, it wasn’t until now that Jiang Si remembered.

“Send a few skilled guards to ensure they leave the palace safely.”

“As you command, Your Majesty.” Qiu Han bowed and turned to carry out the order, but Jiang Si suddenly called her back. After a pause, Jiang Si added, “Escort them to a residence outside the palace gates—preferably hand them over to that… Liao Yang.”

“Your servant obeys.”

Qiu Han cupped her hands and withdrew, instructing the imperial guards outside before resuming palace security arrangements. She then returned to the council hall to wait with Jiang Si.

The wait dragged on for hours. Jiang Si hadn’t had a full night’s sleep in days, her eyes bloodshot. Qiu Han couldn’t help but want to urge her to close her eyes and rest—after all, it was still dark, and nothing would happen so soon.

But before she could speak, a dark figure appeared at the door.

It was Lan Yu.

After the selection ceremony, Lan Yu’s status had become even more ambiguous. Unsure how to address her, Qiu Han bowed and retreated outside the hall.

“Jiang Si, you need rest.”

Lan Yu was almost beside her before Jiang Si, head lowered, looked up with a weary face and stubbornly replied, “No need.”

“After this matter is settled, I can rest for days.”

Lan Yu had heard similar words from her many times before, yet Jiang Si never truly rested. Moreover, she would soon depart for the capital—there simply wouldn’t be time.

But persuasion was futile.

No one could sway Jiang Si.

Lan Yu had no choice but to bring over the revitalizing tonic she had prepared earlier.

She pushed it toward Jiang Si. “Drink it.”

Jiang Si obeyed without question, lifting the bowl and draining it.

Not long after, she paused in her work and glanced sideways at Lan Yu.

Her thoughts turned to what Lan Shao had said.

Suddenly, she wanted to know how Lan Yu viewed Lan Shao.

“Lan Yu, what do you think of Lan Shao?”

“Lan Shao? A master of both medicine and witchcraft—I cannot compare.”

Having spent much time together, Jiang Si had some understanding of Lan Yu. The woman took pride in her medical skills, so she was surprised by Lan Yu’s high praise for Lan Shao.

For a moment, she was at a loss for words.

Meanwhile, beneath her veil, Lan Yu chuckled—a laugh that sounded oddly unsettling to Jiang Si.

Soon after, Lan Yu rose and left. Jiang Si escorted her to the door, watching her figure fade into the distance.

Suddenly, she turned to Qiu Han beside her.

“Don’t you think she and Lan Shao seem somewhat alike?”

Qiu Han was familiar with Lan Shao, but how could she possibly know about Lan Yu, who always wore a veil?

She could only observe the walking figure and shook her head: “No, she walks much more affectedly than Lord Yi’an.”

“You…” Jiang Si was utterly speechless, thinking this was indeed someone trained by Su Xun—just like her. That wasn’t what she had asked about at all.

Finding no common ground with Qiu Han, Jiang Si turned back toward the hall.

Before she could even sit down, the sound of a signal arrow pierced the air.

She turned to see Qiu Han approaching solemnly with his blade drawn.

Having survived numerous battles, Jiang Si was hardly one to cower behind Qiu Han. She turned and grasped the silver spear in the hall.

Just as she had anticipated, both inside and outside the palace gates were troops from Nanliang, led by none other than Nangong Xiao, with Nangong Xuan by his side.

Nangong Xiao pointed his sword at her, his former gentlemanly demeanor completely gone, replaced by towering rage: “Jiang Si, we’ve been allies for years, united against common foes. Yet you dared to abduct my wife and child! Why push me to this extremity?”

Feigning ignorance, Jiang Si smiled: “What do you mean, Your Highness? The princess is soon to become Jing Kingdom’s empress, the most noble Kunze, while you shall become my respected father-in-law.”

“Moreover, the princess consort and young prince are merely my guests in the palace. How could this be called coercion?”

The way she brazenly revealed Nanliang’s secrets left the Nanliang soldiers staring in disbelief at Nangong Xiao and Nangong Xuan.

Clearly, they believed Jiang Si’s words.

Nangong Xuan panicked at this moment, her eyes darting frantically between Jiang Si and Nangong Xiao.

If the previous Nanliang King had died, and her mother had borne her brother’s child, they could claim the son inherited the father’s position. But what about her?

At twenty years old, that would mean since her mother married into Nanliang’s royal household…

“Brother…” she murmured, unable to accept this.

Nangong Xiao had no patience for this now.

When Nangong Xuan was his only child, he had doted on her. But now he had a son—and everyone knew boys were far more likely to differentiate into Qianyuan than girls. His son would inherit the throne.

As for Nangong Xuan?

After years of pampering, she had thrown herself at Jiang Si, accomplishing nothing but causing trouble!

“Silence! I am now Nanliang’s king, and your mother remains its princess consort. How dare you question your elders?”

Nangong Xiao’s impatience was palpable. Though Nangong Xuan hadn’t even spoken, he preemptively rebuked her.

This spectacle made Jiang Si applaud in amusement: “How majestic the Nanliang King is! Though… perhaps for the last time?”

Nangong Xiao’s face darkened as he snarled: “Jiang Si, you talk too much. Today my Nanliang army will raze your new capital!”

“Then… we shall see.”

With a smile, Jiang Si shed her dragon robe, raised her spear, and charged straight at Nangong Xiao.

From all four palace gates, Jingyuan’s troops poured forth.

Leading them was Ye Chan, whose individual combat skills were unmatched. Within moments, she had forced Nangong Xuan from her horse before engaging Nangong Xiao in fierce combat.

This battle was Jiang Si’s long-planned retaliation—forcing Nanliang’s hand after years of humiliation from their royal house, and repayment for Nangong Xuan and Mu Shuyang’s poison plot.

Under Jiang Si’s spear, Nangong Xuan was utterly defeated. When the blade pointed at her, she screamed madly: “Why?!”

“Three days… weren’t you going to make me your queen in three days?”

Even now, Nan Gong Xuan was still clinging to such thoughts.

It actually made Jiang Si feel a hint of pity for her.

Little did she know, those three days were merely the deadline she had set for the Jingyuan Army from Nanliang to capture Nanyue City—forcing the Nanliang troops into a corner with no escape, leaving them no choice but to storm the new capital at this very moment.

Jiang Si crouched down, looking at the weeping Nan Gong Xuan with a smile. “You really didn’t know, did you? Your father planned to use this opportunity to march his troops into the new capital. So, the coronation ceremony was never going to happen.”

“I did this simply because I thought your father was… too slow.”

Each mention of “father” drove Nan Gong Xuan further into madness. She refused to believe it!

But Jiang Si’s words struck like daggers to the heart: “A tiger father doesn’t have a weak cub. Did you really think… you and Mu Shuyang’s child was hidden so well?”

Nan Gong Xuan stopped her hysterics, her face turning deathly pale as she trembled before Jiang Si. “No… Jiang Si, I just wanted to have you.”

“It… it was Mu Shuyang who forced me!”

“Forced you to what? Forced you to humiliate me in the Nanliang palace? Forced you to drug me?”

“Wasn’t that all your doing, just to control me?”

“Too bad you reaped what you sowed—you became addicted to the drug yourself, step by step falling into Mu Shuyang’s den of wolves, even giving birth to—”

“Stop! Don’t say it! I didn’t!”

Nan Gong Xuan wailed in agony. She had thought everything was perfectly concealed.

She believed that Jiang Si, having lost Mu Wanzi, would surely fall for her—or at the very least, belong to her!

Just as Jiang Si had said, her drug addiction was severe, and in moments of emotional collapse, the withdrawal symptoms hit even harder. After screaming for a while, her entire body began convulsing.

Her state was utterly repulsive. Jiang Si stood up, unwilling to look any longer—but the moment she rose, she caught sight of two figures by the palace gates, one tall and one small.

In that dazed instant, her guard slipped. Nan Gong Xuan seized the chance, grabbing a sword and lunging from behind: “Jiang Si, if I can’t have you… then let’s die together—”

This household truly couldn’t function without A Wu, and her appearance was imminent. Yet, I’m also terrified that once she shows up… well, the “burning hell” might just fizzle out. After all, she’s kind of adorable.

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