Transmigrated as the Doomed Scumbag Alpha of the Eldest Princess - Chapter 109

Jiang Si’s injury was specifically on her lower back. In truth, she only needed to lift her inner garment slightly—there was no need to expose it completely. But maneuvering in this position was more troublesome, which was why Jiang Si didn’t want to do it herself.

Asking Lan Yu to summon Lan Shao was clearly unrealistic, so in the end, Lan Yu had no choice but to handle it personally.

After all, back in the Western Frontier, Lan Yu had done similar things countless times.

At that time, Jiang Si had been reluctant, but Lan Yu had coldly remarked, “I’m a physician. To me, patients are no different from how a butcher views pork.”

Compared to pork, Jiang Si had been even weaker then, unable to gain even a verbal advantage, and had no choice but to let Lan Yu do as she pleased.

So now, revealing just a bit of skin was nothing at all.

Within half a moment of applying the painkiller, Jiang Si felt as though she had come back to life and immediately began making arrangements to meet Nan Gongyao.

“Are you unafraid of pain, or are you just avoiding the one in the courtyard?”

“You know, I feel like your attitude toward her has softened a bit?” Lan Yu teased. Jiang Si, feeling no such thing, frowned and retorted, “Not at all! I just—”

“Really? If not, then why not hand Princess Shaoyuan over to me? I’m quite… fond of that face of hers.”

No one had ever dared say such a thing to Jiang Si before. The moment the words were spoken, she froze for a second, but the sharp pain that spread through her chest made her roar in displeasure, “What the hell are you talking about?!”

An overwhelming fury surged within her, nearly causing her pheromones to spill out uncontrollably.

But now, her relationship with Mu Wanci was nothing like before. They hadn’t even had a proper wedding—how Mu Wanci was connected to her hardly mattered anymore.

At most, they were nothing more than ex-lovers who shared a child!

And it was Mu Wanci who had ended things!

Yet… the ache in her heart was undeniably real.

After a long silence, she finally calmed down. Behind her veil, Lan Yu showed no emotion whatsoever—or rather, she didn’t react at all to Jiang Si’s outburst.

Instead, she remarked, “The child in Mu Wanci’s arms outside… looks a lot like you.”

At this, Jiang Si naturally thought of A’Wu, and her eyes visibly softened.

But remembering Lan Yu’s presence, she pressed her lips together and glanced outside. “Really? That much like me?”

There was a hint of seeking validation in her tone.

From behind the veil, Lan Yu chuckled before turning her gaze to the courtyard.

She didn’t confirm Jiang Si’s words but instead asked, “So what if she does? Are you planning to keep the daughter and discard the mother?”

“Discard the mother and keep the daughter…?”

Jiang Si suddenly pictured A’Wu’s little face…

And… all those memories that refused to fade.

A strange emotion welled up inside her, and she glared sharply at Lan Yu.

“Do you even know what kind of outcome that would bring?”

Lan Yu remained unfazed and replied slowly, “Now that your grand ambitions are nearly realized, you’ll need an heir sooner or later. I don’t believe you’ll actually choose to take consorts or fall for someone.”

Lan Yu’s words struck a chord.

It was true—Jiang Si found it nearly impossible to truly love anyone. In both this life and her past one, Mu Wanci had been the only one to ever move her heart.

If she were to choose someone just for the sake of an heir, she would never subject herself to such a compromise.

Emotions were hard for her to give—and just as hard to take back.

It was exhausting.

She couldn’t afford the turmoil.

In the end, Jiang Si followed Lan Yu’s persuasion and rested for most of the day before heading to the imperial prison to meet Nangong Yao.

This Prince Yi of Nanliang was someone Jiang Si had met before—young in age, with a tender appearance, yet far more ruthless in methods than she had imagined.

Upon arriving at the prison, the thick scent of blood reached her before she even laid eyes on the prisoners.

The dim lighting made it nearly impossible for Jiang Si to distinguish between Nangong Xiao and Nangong Xuan at first glance.

Only when Jiang Si arrived did Nangong Xuan finally stop, hastily wiping her bloodstained hands before bowing in greeting.

“Your Majesty.”

“No need for formalities.”

In just half a day since the assassination attempt, the Nangong siblings had been reduced to this state, which somehow made Jiang Si feel as if her own wounds had healed a little.

The pain wasn’t as sharp anymore.

Months ago, Nangong Yao had risked her life to visit Xingcheng, seeking cooperation and declaring her stance in Nanliang.

Her goal wasn’t the throne—she only wanted the Nangong siblings.

Jiang Si’s demand was simpler: she wanted only the city of Nanyue.

This had been an obsession of hers for years, though originally, she had intended to entrust the task to the covert agents of the Purple Mist Academy.

Times had changed, and now the defense layout had fallen into Nangong Yao’s hands.

Though young, she was decisive in slaughter—every last one of the Nanliang royal family’s personal guards had been eliminated.

“Everything within Nanyue City will follow Your Majesty’s command.”

“Nanliang, naturally, will also become your greatest ally.”

Though Nangong Yao was a Qian Yuan, her youthful age made her words sound somewhat naive, and even her smile carried the innocent charm of a young girl when she bowed.

If not for the fact that they were in a prison, and Jiang Si had personally witnessed the state of the tortured Nangong siblings, she might have truly believed in Nangong Yao’s innocence.

That she had dared to come to the new capital alone was proof enough of her boldness.

“Prince Yi, you flatter me. To establish friendly relations with Nanliang is a great fortune for Yue.”

After exchanging pleasantries, Jiang Si turned to the matter of the Nanliang royal family’s fate.

“Nanliang King Nangong Xiao, who imprisoned the Nanliang Emperor within the palace, should naturally be handed over to Prince Yi. The same goes for the queen consort and the heir.”

“As for Nangong Xuan… I wish to keep her. Does the prince have any objections?”

“Nangong Xuan betrayed her alliance with Your Majesty. There could be no more fitting punishment than leaving her in your hands.”

Nangong Yao understood her position in Jingguo perfectly well. Jiang Si’s words were all a courtesy—without her help, she and her brother might have remained trapped in Nanliang with no hope of advancement.

An envoy of a nation must uphold its dignity, but she also knew when to yield.

“Prince Yi must be weary from your journey. Rest well today—tomorrow, I shall host a banquet in your honor.”

“Many thanks, Your Majesty.”

Once Nangong Yao and her entourage were settled, Jiang Si prepared to return to Qingming Hall. The wound on her back, which had split open again during this hour, had begun to throb faintly once more.

Just as she turned to leave, a weak female voice suddenly called out—

“Jiang Si…”

Without turning, Jiang Si knew it was Nangong Xuan, though the voice no longer carried its former arrogance.

The jailers moved to gag her, but Jiang Si raised a hand, dismissing them all.

Then, step by step, she approached the cell, gritting through the pain as she crouched down to look at the bloodied, broken figure of Nangong Xuan.

For a moment, she felt a pang of melancholy.

She was not a cruel person by nature—only when harmed would she retaliate so severely.

She and Nangong Xuan had collaborated for years. Back in the northern borders, they had even shared a time of camaraderie.

Jiang Si gazed at her for a long while before finally standing up.

She and Nangong Yan had long since parted ways—their paths diverged, and time had moved on.

“Jiang Si, why are you keeping me here?”

The blood smeared across her face had been partially washed away by tears, allowing Jiang Si to catch a glimpse of her original features—and those eyes, clouded with filth.

“What do you think?” Jiang Si asked softly.

Nangong Yan laughed through her tears. “Hahaha… Back then, I chased you all the way from the Southern Border to the Northern Frontier, yet you never showed the slightest interest.”

“In the Eastern Sea, though I don’t know what happened between you and Mu Wanci, did you ever spare her a thought in all these years? You held grand ceremonies to select an empress, showering favor on that enchantress you brought back from the Western Frontier!”

“Jiang Si, you’re terrifying.”

“Do you even have a heart?”

Nangong Yan’s accusations bordered on madness. Ignoring the pain in her crushed hand, she gripped the prison bars, shaking them violently.

“Jiang Si, don’t leave me here… I… I don’t want to go to the capital!”

After years of working together, Nangong Yan knew Jiang Si’s mind all too well. She screamed and begged, desperate to avoid being taken there.

But after enduring so much torment, her thoughts were a tangled mess. No sooner had she finished pleading than she began demanding the addictive drug—the very one Mu Shuyang had planted in her during her days of glory.

After returning to Xingcheng, Jiang Si had begun investigating it. Every five days, Nangong Yan would suffer this torment, and to keep her in check, Mu Shuyang had ensured the drug arrived punctually.

Now, Jiang Si had taken control of the supply.

Nangong Yan was already a prisoner. Sent to the capital, her fate would be grim—so why not let her have some comfort?

Leaving the dungeon, Jiang Si felt a heavy weight in her chest. She wandered aimlessly back to Qingming Palace.

When she had left earlier, she hadn’t seen Mu Wanci in the courtyard and assumed she had wisely retreated, taking the two children with her.

But upon returning, she found the mother and daughters still there. Mu Wanci was occupied with something, while Ayue and Awu clung to her legs.

At the sound of footsteps, both children turned.

Ayue shrank back, but Awu’s eyes widened. She even let go of Mu Wanci’s leg, as if about to run toward Jiang Si.

Instinctively, Jiang Si took a step back before asking, “Why are you still here?”

Mu Wanci, absorbed in her task, hadn’t heard Jiang Si approach. The sudden voice startled her, causing the teacup in her hands to slip and shatter.

Suppressing a gasp, she bit her lip and turned, her shimmering eyes meeting Jiang Si’s.

Beneath the moonlight, beside the great tree, the sight stirred something inexplicable in Jiang Si’s heart.

She paused, then lowered her gaze.

The sound of tiny footsteps reached her ears. A small figure crouched on the ground, looking up at her with a bright, crescent-eyed smile. “Mama~”

Ayue always cowered like a mouse before a cat, but this child…

She certainly had courage.

Jiang Si’s lips twitched. Her hand flexed—opening, then curling into a fist—but in the end, she made no move.

“Awu.”

Mu Wanci’s voice called from a distance. Awu glanced back reluctantly before standing and returning to her mother’s side.

Finally, Jiang Si lifted her eyes to Mu Wanci.

Since her earlier question had gone unanswered, she rephrased it. “Why are you clinging to this place?”

“Would you like some milk tea?”

“It’s Yunwu—lightly sweetened, just how you like it.”

“Awu shares your taste too. When I was in Donghai, I often made this for her…”

Hearing her name, Awu nodded and darted to the table, eagerly offering the milk-scented cake to Jiang Si like presenting a treasure: “Mother, this is also Awu’s favorite!”

Jiang Si didn’t take it, but she could feel the corners of her mouth lifting slightly. Awu’s hopeful, sparkling eyes made it impossible to refuse.

She reached out to touch the cake.

Yet she knew exactly who had made it. The moment her fingers brushed against it, she abruptly withdrew, and the cake fell to the ground.

Awu’s eyes instantly reddened. Jiang Si’s heart ached with guilt, but then she suddenly realized something and glanced up at Mu Wanci, who stood with downcast eyes.

For some reason, at this sight, Lan Yu’s words echoed in Jiang Si’s mind…

“Remove the mother, keep the child.”

Her gaze dropped to the fallen cake, and her mind grew faint and distant.

Mu Wanci, standing across from her, bent down to pick up the cake, but as she leaned over, Jiang Si seized her wrist.

At that moment, the overwhelming scent of a dominant Alpha erupted.

Jiang Si’s eyes burned crimson as she tightened her grip, leaving Mu Wanci no chance to break free.

The cake, barely an inch from being retrieved, was crushed under Jiang Si’s foot. The milk tea was knocked over as Jiang Si dragged Mu Wanci into the hall, ignoring Awu and Ayue’s presence.

The scent of amber engulfed them, fierce and long-absent, sending shivers down Mu Wanci’s spine…

Jiang Si gripped her throat, hot breath searing against her ear.

Her clothes were torn away roughly. Mu Wanci tried to resist, but Jiang Si pinned her hands down mercilessly, leaving her powerless.

And in Jiang Si’s shadowed gaze, Mu Wanci glimpsed something hauntingly familiar.

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