Transmigrated as the Doomed Scumbag Alpha of the Eldest Princess - Chapter 107

Long before returning to Xing City, Jiang Si had already begun planning how to deal with the Nangong clan and Mu Shuyang.

Nangong Yan was reckless beyond her status, while Nangong Xiao was arrogant and, after having his own child, had grown indifferent toward Nangong Yan. Otherwise, she would never have dared to collaborate with Mu Shuyang to drug Jiang Si back then, even developing an addiction herself, only to be forced by Mu Shuyang to bear a child during Jiang Si’s disappearance.

Even after Jiang Si ascended the throne, merely showing Nangong Yan a little favor made her truly believe the empress position was hers for the taking. A slight improvement in attitude, and she deluded herself into thinking Jiang Si had fallen deeply in love with her during their year together in the capital.

Just as Nangong Xiao had said—she was more of a liability than an asset.

Yet, it was precisely such a person who, provoked by a few words, turned into a madwoman, clinging to Jiang Si’s arm and attempting to stab her to death with a sword.

Due to the prolonged poisoning by Nangong Yan and Mu Shuyang years ago, even after nearly a year of treatment, Jiang Si’s body was no longer what it used to be—her reflexes dulled.

Being wounded seemed inevitable.

All she could do was try to minimize the damage.

Stepping forward, relying on her superior strength, she swung the arm Nangong Yan had seized. The blade slashed across her back. Gritting her teeth against the pain, Jiang Si blindly struck Nangong Yan’s nape with the butt of her spear.

With a clang, the sword fell to the ground. Ye Chan, who had already subdued Nangong Xiao, rushed to her side.

“Your Majesty…!” Several people knelt in panic.

Leaning on her spear to steady herself, Jiang Si endured the pain and said, “It’s nothing. And it’s not your fault.”

She had brought this upon herself by seeking vengeance against Nangong Yan, giving her the opportunity.

The wound wasn’t life-threatening, but the pain was excruciating.

“The Nanliang army has betrayed their oath and publicly attempted to assassinate the Emperor of Yue. Take the King of Nanliang and the princess into the imperial prison.”

“The remaining Nanliang soldiers will await judgment.”

Jiang Si nearly bit her teeth as she uttered these words before her steps grew unsteady. Even with the support of her spear, she could barely hold on for a moment.

Dressed in black brocade robes, the others couldn’t see how severe her injury was. After receiving the order, Ye Chan was the first to notice something amiss and caught her before she collapsed.

“Quick, fetch Lan Shao!” she urgently commanded Qiu Han.

Qiu Han panicked but quickly regained composure, responding before dashing toward the imperial hospital like the wind.

But before he had gone far, he encountered Lan Yu approaching from the opposite direction.

“I’ll handle it,” she said calmly. Qiu Han froze, unsure whether he should still call for Lan Shao.

Only when Ye Chan shouted, “Go get Lan Shao!” did Qiu Han resume his sprint toward the imperial hospital.

Though Ye Chan’s relationship with Su Xun was more amicable than with Lan Shao, her bond with Lan Shao, forged since childhood, ran deeper. In Jiang Si’s current state, the only person she truly trusted was Lan Shao.

So Ye Chan shielded Jiang Si tightly, refusing to let Lan Yu touch her.

Lan Yu didn’t press forward but glanced at the blood on the ground and warned, “She needs to stop the bleeding.”

Following her gaze, Ye Chan gasped and pressed her hand against Jiang Si’s profusely bleeding wound, snapping at Lan Yu, “I know!”

“I’m… I’m helping her…”

Her clumsy yet stubborn demeanor made Lan Yu sigh in exasperation. Stepping forward effortlessly, she pulled Ye Chan aside.

Supporting Jiang Si, she placed a pill into her mouth.

Ye Chan couldn’t believe she’d been tripped by Lan Yu’s light tug. Before she could say anything, she saw Lan Yu supporting Jiang Si and slipping a pill into her mouth.

“What did you just give her?!” she demanded angrily.

Without looking up, Lan Yu replied, “Life-saving medicine.” Then she countered, “Did you really think just covering the wound would stop the bleeding?”

“How utterly foolish.”

Though spoken calmly, these words infuriated Ye Chan. Yet when she saw the blood beneath Jiang Si hadn’t spread further, she fell silent.

While waiting for Lan Shao to arrive, Jiang Si remained half-reclined against Lan Yu’s lap. Finding this improper, Ye Chan said, “Let me take care of Her Majesty.”

She still didn’t fully trust Lan Yu.

Knowing Jiang Si had such a person by her side was one thing, but having never met her before, trust didn’t come easily.

When Lan Yu ignored her, Ye Chan reached out to touch Jiang Si…

Just as her fingers were about to make contact, Lan Yu’s deep voice warned, “If you want her to live, don’t move her…”

Ye Chan immediately withdrew her hand, staring at Lan Yu in disbelief until she noticed Lan Yu’s gaze fixed behind her. Turning, she saw Lan Shao approaching.

Relieved, Ye Chan shouted with reddened eyes, “Why did you take so long?”

The new capital was vast, and Lan Shao had run until sweat beaded her forehead, her black-and-white hair now disheveled over her shoulders.

She didn’t respond, even shooting Ye Chan a disdainful look. Realizing something, Ye Chan guiltily stepped aside without another word.

“The hemostatic pill worked well. Now hand Jiang Si to me,” Lan Shao said gently to Lan Yu. But Lan Yu seemed dazed, responding with a delayed murmur before transferring Jiang Si into her arms.

This finally eased Ye Chan’s tension.

With aftermath still needing her attention, she couldn’t follow them further.

With Su Xun absent, aside from Jiang Si, she and Lan Shao held the highest positions in Xing City—Lan Shao handling internal affairs while she managed external matters.

First, she ordered the imperial guards to detain the Nan Gong clan and stationed Qiu Han to guard the new capital. Then she led her vanguard troops out of Xing City.

The most crucial figure of this battle still awaited her welcome.

———

Outside the city.

The military banners of Nan Liang Kingdom fluttered in the wind as Nan Gong Yao, Prince Yi of Nan Liang, descended from her carriage.

After Emperor Zhi Cheng’s death, Nan Liang’s court had been in turmoil. The former Nan Liang King, the emperor’s younger brother, had controlled the child emperor for years. Upon his death, the puppet emperor Nan Gong Zheng was placed under house arrest by Nan Gong Xiao.

When Emperor Zhi Cheng died, Nan Gong Yao was still young, enduring years of hardship in silence.

Only upon hearing of Jiang Si’s disappearance did she take action. After Jiang Si ascended the throne, Nan Gong Yao risked coming to the new capital to conspire with her.

Nan Gong Yao and the current puppet emperor Nan Gong Zheng were full siblings. With her elder brother broken beyond resistance, Nan Gong Yao harbored deep hatred for the Nan Liang royal house.

Jiang Si’s consort selection presented the perfect opportunity.

Nan Gong Xiao had sent elite troops planning to seize the palace, leaving only feeble defenses in Nan Yue City.

Perhaps years of power had blinded Nan Gong Xiao to the Nan Gong siblings’ potential, leading to his complete defeat.

“Your Highness Prince Yi, the Nan Liang rebels are all within the city.”

“Thank you for your efforts, Count Xun Yang.”

After exchanging formal greetings, Ye Chan escorted the prince into the city and toward the imperial prison.

Nangong Yao’s visit was under imperial orders, ostensibly to establish diplomatic relations with Jing State. Bringing the Nangong siblings back to Nanliang was merely incidental, hence it wasn’t made into a grand affair.

The bloodshed in the new capital hadn’t the slightest effect on the lives of its citizens.

They remained completely unaware of the assassination attempt on the current emperor.

Within Qingming Hall.

Lan Shao was applying medicine to Jiang Si’s wounds. Having lost too much blood, Jiang Si had fallen unconscious, leaving only Lan Shao and Lan Yu capable of speech in the hall.

After Lan Shao took over Jiang Si’s treatment, Lan Yu showed no intention of approaching, quietly sitting by Lan Shao’s side under a black veil hat.

A long silence ensued.

Only after Lan Shao finished bandaging the wounds did Lan Yu speak: “Is she alright?”

Ignoring the question, Lan Shao called Sang Zhi in from outside the door to have the basin of bloody water and cloths removed.

Then she replied coldly, “You can see for yourself. Why ask me?” This was an unusually frosty demeanor from Lan Shao. Lan Yu clenched her fists, her chest rising and falling twice before speaking again: “Ever since taking that medicine, her wounds have been extremely slow to heal. Even non-fatal injuries cause excessive blood loss. That’s why I asked.”

“The bleeding has stopped completely. Can’t you see that?” Lan Shao’s tone remained sharp, leaving Lan Yu speechless.

Because she had indeed seen it—she’d merely wanted to exchange a few words with Lan Shao.

Since that was the case, she might as well remain silent.

She rose briskly to leave the hall, only to be stopped by Lan Shao at the door.

Turning back eagerly, she was met with Lan Shao’s accusatory tone: “The medicinal bath—did you use too strong a dosage?”

Lan Yu collected herself and mirrored Lan Shao’s coldness: “The circumstances were dire. There was no other way.”

Since arriving in Xingcheng, Lan Yu had encountered Lan Shao only a handful of times, yet each meeting was laden with scrutiny and hostility.

Not as overt as Ye Chan’s, but impossible to ignore.

Lan Yu had little desire to say more.

“With you here, Jiang Si should be back to wielding weapons in a few days. I’ll take my leave.”

Lan Shao remained silent, not uttering a word, only closing the door after Lan Yu left.

She continued to watch over Jiang Si.

In the middle of the night, Jiang Si briefly awoke. Seeing Lan Shao, she drifted back into a hazy sleep.

In her dreams, she seemed to catch the scent of snow lotus.

Faint and pleasant, it eased her long-pent-up mood. There was also a soft little kitten, poking her face with its paw pads.

Once, twice, thrice…

The last poke went awry, landing near her ear.

Jiang Si’s ears were extremely ticklish, and she instinctively shook her head, sending a searing pain through her back.

The pain forced her eyes open.

Due to her back injury, Jiang Si could only sleep on her stomach. With her face turned sideways, her view was limited to a plump, lotus-root-like arm.

Any movement sent sharp pain through her back. She hissed lightly, and the arm vanished.

Twisting further, she finally saw the figure standing by the bed.

It was Mu Wanci…

Standing there was none other than Mu Wanci.

Only then did Jiang Si recall that, just before being stabbed by Nangong Yan, she had vaguely seen Mu Wanci and A Yue.

Now, both stood before her—A Yue clutching Mu Wanci’s hand, not daring to look at her.

And in Mu Wanci’s arms was another…

Jiang Si looked up and saw only the child’s profile. Mu Wanqing was gently admonishing in a soft voice: “Mother is injured, don’t move around.”

Her expression showed a tenderness Jiang Si had never seen before.

Yet her gaze remained fixed on the child, watching as the little one nodded obediently in Mu Wanqing’s arms, snuggling affectionately.

Jiang Si silently repeated that word “Mother” in her heart when unexpectedly, her eyes met Mu Wanqing’s.

Flustered, Mu Wanqing released her hold and took a step back, pulling A’Wu along with her.

Gritting her teeth against the pain, Jiang Si sat up and demanded sharply: “Why are you here? Who let you in…”

At that moment, A’Wu shyly wrapped her arms around Mu Wanqing’s arm and turned to look at Jiang Si.

That vaguely familiar face left Jiang Si momentarily speechless, staring blankly.

A’Wu had arrived!!!

To exaggerate a bit, Xiao Si nearly fell head over heels at first sight!

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