Transmigrated as the Doomed Scumbag Alpha of the Eldest Princess - Chapter 30

At this moment, Mowan Ci felt unfamiliar, yet deeply heartbreaking.

Jiang Si felt a chill spread through her body, because the distance between them now felt vast and unreachable.

The way they had slept in each other’s arms days ago suddenly seemed like a dream. Even sitting together on the sled today felt unreal.

And all of it had unraveled because of a dream.

A dream Jiang Si could not understand.

“Your Highness…” Jiang Si called softly, trying to bring her back to her senses.

She also wanted to ask, who was Ayue?

The name sounded familiar, yet it was as though a part of her memory had gone missing. She could not recall anything specific.

It just felt inexplicably familiar.

But when she asked, Mowan Ci gave no answer. Not even the slightest clue.

“Get out.”

Wearing only an inner robe, Mowan Ci had lost her usual cold composure. The redness at the corners of her eyes only made her look more fragile.

Jiang Si wanted to stay and ask the questions in her heart. But she also knew that pressing too hard would only do more harm to both of them.

She stepped back in silence.

Mowan Ci gripped the edge of the bed but nearly lost her balance.

Her body reacted faster than her thoughts. By the time Jiang Si realized what she was doing, she had already helped Mowan Ci sit upright.

“I…” she began, but the cold rejection she had expected never came.

Because Mowan Ci had leaned against her shoulder. It was unclear if she had fallen asleep or passed out.

Jiang Si didn’t dare to move, afraid of waking her. She could only remain in that position and wait for Lan Shao and the others to return.

“Your Highness.”

“My Lord.”

It was unclear how much time had passed before Zhi Miao and Lan Shao’s voices came from behind her. Jiang Si didn’t turn around. She simply whispered for Zhi Miao to come over and help her lay Mowan Ci down.

Lan Shao, being a Qianyuan, naturally had more strength and could have helped more easily. But because she was a Qianyuan, Jiang Si didn’t want her to touch Mowan Ci.

She only became aware of this thought when she saw Mowan Ci safely lying on the bed and Lan Shao stepping forward to take her pulse.

Jiang Si did not leave the room. She waited quietly for Lan Shao’s diagnosis.

During the check, Lan Shao occasionally frowned, making Jiang Si’s heart clench again and again. When she finally withdrew her hand, Jiang Si immediately grabbed her and pulled her to the corner.

“How is she?” Jiang Si asked anxiously.

“Is there something wrong with her body? Why would she…”

“My Lord, please stay calm. The Princess is simply approaching her seasonal cycle. Her scent has become unstable, which caused the fever symptoms.”

“And the talking in her sleep?”

“Likely from overthinking.”

Lan Shao was a physician. She could only speak based on the pulse reading and gave Jiang Si nothing more than that.

She could not offer assumptions beyond her medical judgment.

“My Lord, in the next few days, it would be best if you stayed with Her Highness. I will prepare calming tonics suited to her condition. But you must make sure there are no strong emotional disturbances.”

Jiang Si still felt that something was strange, but she couldn’t explain it.

After all, even her own presence in this world was the result of something inexplicable.

So she didn’t question further and simply prepared to follow Lan Shao’s instructions.

Just then, Mowan Ci suddenly woke. With Zhi Miao’s help, she sat up in bed.

The redness in her eyes had faded. When she looked at Jiang Si, her gaze was calm.

But her voice remained cold. “You need not trouble yourself, My Lord. I will rest on my own.”

She had heard everything.

Yet she had no memory of what had happened earlier. Still, just seeing Jiang Si now made her feel uneasy.

Or rather, she simply did not want to see her at all.

Jiang Si didn’t know whether to stay or go. After holding her gaze for a long moment, she gave in.

Lan Shao had warned that Mowan Ci must not be emotionally disturbed, and the contempt in her eyes at that moment was clear. If Jiang Si insisted on staying, she might truly upset her.

Tonight’s events had left Jiang Si genuinely worried, and being pushed away like this made her feel more hurt than she expected.

She couldn’t say a word. With her head lowered, she quietly turned and walked toward the door.

Jiang Si could not see how Mowan Ci was doing from the other side of the wall, but she could hear a few things.

Mowan Ci treated Zhi Miao, Lan Shao, and Wei Nian with kindness.

There was no hostility, no cold words.

Jiang Si could not understand why. Mowan Ci clearly held many secrets. Even when she had become the original Jiang Si’s concubine, she must have already been hiding much.

Such as Mu Zesheng’s attitude toward her. Or the matter of Prince Pingjin.

Jiang Si’s feelings toward her were full of pain and care. She wanted nothing more than to get along with Mowan Ci or even grow closer.

She was already restless, and hearing the familiar sound of Mowan Ci’s presence only made her more unsettled.

She sat up in bed and lightly patted her cheeks with both hands.

As if trying to confirm whether this was a dream, or whether the feelings in her heart were real.

She had never cared about anyone this deeply before. And yet, when it came to Mowan Ci, so many words had come out of her mouth with surprising ease and certainty.

She had said she would protect Mowan Ci, and she truly meant to keep that promise.

The Mowan Ci she faced now was someone unfamiliar, yet someone who clearly needed to be protected.

Jiang Si rarely struggled with indecision. Most of the time, once she had thought something through, she would move forward without hesitation.

She had suddenly arrived in this world, and the moment she laid eyes on Mowan Ci, she had felt an overwhelming sense of heartache. That feeling stayed with her, yet she never let it drag her down.

As the saying goes, since fate has brought her here, she might as well settle in.

Jiang Si wasn’t sure if this counted as a good or bad thing. But she was someone who lived by instinct, and once she decided on something, she would act on it.

The next morning, Jiang Si personally went to the manor’s small kitchen to make a bowl of ham and preserved vegetable porridge for Mowan Ci.

The northern region was bitterly cold, so people stored meat for the winter. Finding meat was easy, but it had taken her quite some time to gather fresh vegetables.

She eventually found some preserved ones at a nearby household behind the manor.

Before cooking, she had even asked Lan Shao whether Mowan Ci’s condition allowed her to eat this type of porridge. Only after receiving approval did Jiang Si start preparing it.

However, she didn’t have the courage to deliver it in person. Every time she finished making it, she handed it to Lan Shao to bring instead.

Since Lan Shao was the physician managing Mowan Ci’s recovery, helping with her meals did not seem out of place.

But Jiang Si had overlooked one thing: Mowan Ci was a picky eater. After the first meal, Mowan Ci had already sensed something was different. By the second day, Jiang Si found Zhi Miao waiting at the entrance of the kitchen.

“My Lord, Her Highness said there’s no need for you to personally prepare her meals.”

Jiang Si had been found out, but her expression only shifted for a brief second. Her hands kept moving as she washed the rice and started cooking the porridge again. She didn’t respond directly but instead asked, “Did your mistress enjoy it?”

Zhi Miao hesitated, and that pause was all Jiang Si needed to understand the answer. She sped up her movements, ignoring anything else Zhi Miao had to say.

Since Mowan Ci already knew, there was no point in hiding it.

So Jiang Si openly knocked on the door and brought the porridge to her directly.

She also hoped this might ease the tension between them.

When Mowan Ci saw Jiang Si walk in carrying the porridge, her expression froze for a moment. She looked down at the bowl, then up at Jiang Si’s somewhat hurt face, and pressed her lips together without speaking.

Fortunately, Zhi Miao quickly followed and bowed in apology.

“Your Highness, I told the Marquis not to prepare any more food…”

“This isn’t Zhi Miao’s fault. I insisted on making it for the Princess,” Jiang Si replied.

Over the past few days, Mowan Ci’s condition had improved slightly. But the scenes from her dreams still flashed through her mind from time to time.

In those dreams, Jiang Si wore armor and raised a hand against a child.

Mowan Ci had never seen that child before, yet she had called her by name and instinctively shielded her from harm.

The Jiang Si standing in front of her now showed no trace of compassion.

“I am not hungry. Thank you, Marquis,” Mowan Ci said coldly.

Jiang Si had hoped to clear up the misunderstanding, so she waited until Zhi Miao left the room. When it was just the two of them, she finally spoke.

“Your Highness, was I in your dream that night?”

Mowan Ci turned her head slightly and glanced at her. The meaning in her gaze was clear. She knew Jiang Si already had the answer.

How else could she have woken up calling her name?

These dreams were strange, appearing out of nowhere. Mowan Ci didn’t understand why she kept having them. Every time she woke up, she found it hard to face Jiang Si.

“What if I told you,” Jiang Si said, “that I also dream about you sometimes? And in those dreams, it feels like things that haven’t happened yet. What would you think of that?”

“I…” Mowan Ci was momentarily speechless. She had expected Jiang Si to brush off her dreams as meaningless. Instead, Jiang Si’s experience seemed to mirror her own.

Dreams were hard to trust. Mowan Ci couldn’t say whether they were real or not, but one thing was certain—every time she woke from those dreams, she felt deep resentment toward Jiang Si.

That resentment came from the depths of her heart, a rejection so strong that she could not bear to see her.

But this person, this face in front of her now, always left her confused. It felt like she was not the same as the one in her dreams.

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