Transmigrated as the Doomed Scumbag Alpha of the Eldest Princess - Chapter 50

Mowan Ci wasn’t heavy. Jiang Si could lift and place her into the bath with ease. However, being completely bare before each other still made the moment awkward.

Mowan Ci, on the other hand, showed no hesitation. The already torn garments slipped easily to her feet, her delicate and curvaceous figure fully exposed before Jiang Si.

The scent of snow lotus grew stronger. Jiang Si awkwardly raised her hands to unbutton her robe, but before she got halfway, a soft and cool hand reached out and touched her, sending a chill down her spine.

Mowan Ci was helping her undo her clothes.

“Your Highness, let me handle it,” Jiang Si said, trying to stop her hand. But Mowan Ci quickly pulled back and looked up at her with puzzled eyes.

“Aren’t we bathing?”

“Yes… but I can do it myself…”

Mowan Ci ignored her and lowered her head, unbuttoning all the way to Jiang Si’s waist. She didn’t bother with the waistband, finding it too troublesome, and simply pulled Jiang Si into the bath with her.

The effects of the medicine must have been taking hold. Mowan Ci rested against the edge of the tub, her expression shifting again and again. Even the tips of her ears turned red.

Jiang Si stood silently behind her, unsure how much Mowan Ci had recovered. Was she remembering her words from earlier? Or that soft kiss at the corner of her lips?

Watching her now, Jiang Si felt something inside her change.

If Mowan Ci hadn’t been taken by Xi Yuefeng, perhaps from now on they would have simply respected one another. If she had asked to leave with Feng Yao, Jiang Si might have even let her go.

But now…

She couldn’t explain it clearly. She just felt Mowan Ci should stay by her side.

Not out of love or desire, but because something deep inside told her this person belonged with her.

“You go ahead and bathe. I’ll wait in the next room.”

Whenever Jiang Si stayed over, she used the side room to bathe. Zhi Miao had already prepared hot water there as usual.

Just as she turned to leave, Mowan Ci softly called out to her. Jiang Si turned her head, only to be hit by the sight of her robe flying at her.

“What is the meaning of this, Your Highness?” Jiang Si tilted her head. Mowan Ci turned her back again, her fair skin slowly flushing pink.

“Will you stay with me?” Her voice was soft and sweet, though she clearly tried to make it sound colder, which only made it sound more awkward.

Jiang Si barely held back a laugh. She didn’t leave, simply pulled her robe on and sat on a chair behind the screen, keeping her company.

The scent of snow lotus filled the air. Jiang Si’s attention was inevitably drawn to Mowan Ci. Her silhouette through the steam, the soft splashes of water—everything made time crawl.

By the time Mowan Ci finished bathing, Jiang Si didn’t even dare lift her gaze.

The closer they became, the more Jiang Si feared doing something she might regret. She hated acting on instinct. It felt beneath her.

“Your Highness, I should bathe now.” She figured she’d kept her company long enough.

Sure enough, when she got up, Mowan Ci didn’t protest. Jiang Si took large strides into the next room.

When she returned, Mowan Ci was already lying in bed, tucked under the blanket, motionless.

Jiang Si sat gently on the edge of the bed and blew out the lamp.

Her bath had taken much longer than usual. She had been filthy and now felt completely drained.

Just as her eyes were closing, something soft and warm slipped into her arms. Mowan Ci gently wrapped her arms around Jiang Si’s neck and found a comfortable position on her shoulder, saying nothing.

It was just like when they had slept side by side before.

In the moonlight, Jiang Si could vaguely see the trembling in Mowan Ci’s eyes. She was nervous.

Jiang Si didn’t know how to react.

It had been nearly a month since the last time they lay together like this. Since she told Mowan Ci she could choose to leave with Feng Yao or stay, they had never been so close again.

Sometimes they exchanged small gestures of care, but nothing more.

“In the cave,” Mowan Ci whispered, “I think I had a dream.”

“In the dream, I was tied up. And you came to save me.”

As she spoke, she opened her eyes and held Jiang Si tighter.

Jiang Si turned her head, instinctively asking, “How did I save you?”

“Like this.”

Mowan Ci gently raised her head and bit Jiang Si’s lower lip. Her hand behind Jiang Si’s neck started moving restlessly.

Jiang Si’s eyes flew open. Was Mowan Ci dreaming the same dream she did? Or was she teasing her?

By now, Jiang Si fully understood what it meant for a Kunze to be overwhelmed by instinct. She was no longer the naive newcomer to this world.

She flipped them over and pinned Mowan Ci beneath her.

Their lips parted. Jiang Si leaned in, whispering close, “Are you certain you want this, Your Highness?”

Mowan Ci looked into her eyes, understanding the weight of that question.

Jiang Si was the one who told her she could leave with Feng Yao. Doing this now might feel like going back on her word.

But Mowan Ci had no intention of making it easy for her.

This should have been something mutual. It was Jiang Si who turned it into something heavy.

“I just wanted to show you how you saved me.”

“Don’t overthink it, Marquis.”

She liked being near Jiang Si, surrounded by her amber scent. But that didn’t mean…

“Let’s sleep. I’m tired.”

She gave Jiang Si a little push, and Jiang Si’s arm collapsed, her heart sinking with it.

Unbalanced and frustrated, she thought of all she had gone through tonight to save her.

Was this her reward?

And now that Mowan Ci had pushed her away, she was once again resting her head in the crook of her arm.

The scent of snow lotus in the room was making Jiang Si restless. She flipped over and pinned Mowan Ci again, holding her chin.

“I saved you today. Don’t you have anything to say to me?”

Mowan Ci said nothing, her gaze calm. But Jiang Si could tell where she was looking.

Her lips.

Remembering that earlier kiss, Jiang Si instinctively pressed her lips together. Mowan Ci noticed and smiled, raising her hand to wrap around Jiang Si’s neck again, pulling herself up.

Her breath was hot and close. Jiang Si felt her throat tighten, unable to speak.

Mowan Ci guided Jiang Si’s hand to her lips, then down to her neck, and finally to her chest.

“Marquis, how should I thank you?”

“With my lips, or with my heart?”

Jiang Si looked Mowan Ci over from head to toe. At some point, the front of her robe had come undone, revealing her entire figure.

There was no fear in her expression—only a deep, unsettling calm.

With Lan Shao’s medicine, the two toxins in Mowan Ci’s body should have started to neutralize one another, accelerating the detoxification. She should no longer have been driven by Kunze instinct.

Then why was she still behaving so boldly?

Even a bit provocatively.

A flicker of anger flashed through Jiang Si’s eyes, the kind that comes from feeling played. Mowan Ci ignored it completely. She tilted her head up and gently kissed Jiang Si’s chin, her hand gliding from her shoulder to the back of her neck.

She was clearly teasing her.

Yet her voice was soft and questioning.
“If you intended to give me to someone else, Marquis, then why did you save me?”

Mowan Ci had clearly regained full awareness—enough to hold a grudge.

Jiang Si lifted her head to avoid the kiss, then quickly flipped her over and pinned her to the bed.

It was effortless. Mowan Ci didn’t resist in the slightest. In fact, she turned her body slightly, exposing the nape of her neck where the scent of snow lotus hung thick in the air.

She stared up at Jiang Si with a provocative glint in her eyes.

In that moment, Jiang Si understood.

If Mowan Ci truly felt no gratitude, she could have kicked her out of the bed—or the entire room. But everything she was doing now was for one thing.

She was waiting for Jiang Si to say it.

But Jiang Si couldn’t bring herself to speak.

The feeling was too strange. She couldn’t bear to push Mowan Ci away, but she couldn’t bring herself closer either.

“Sleep. I’m tired too.”

Jiang Si sat up and lay down beside her.

Morning would bring the first day of the new year. The people of Ling Shang City would wake to sunlight as if nothing had happened. The ambush from the night before would feel like a dream to most.

The people were used to war. Come morning, vendors would return to the streets, their cries filling the alleys as always.

As Jiang Si drifted off, these thoughts began to fade. She had left a gap between herself and Mowan Ci, but in that drowsy haze, she felt a hand wrap tightly around her arm.

A quiet sob reached her ears.
“Jiang Si… I’m scared.”

She sat up instantly. Morning light was already seeping into the room. Beside her, Mowan Ci was deep asleep, clinging to her arm. Her brow was furrowed, and there were still traces of tears clinging to her lashes.

In front of others, she always tried to appear composed. But the truth was…

Jiang Si had seen her in the summer, tiptoeing around insects in fear. Let alone what she’d faced last night—an entire room full of creatures and jars. She must have been terrified.

The right scent could calm her. Not a temporary mark. Not a permanent one either.

Just like the way Lan Shao had once extracted the scent from her nape—it could soothe her.

Jiang Si thought of last night’s Mowan Ci, then looked at the one in her arms now.

Strength layered over fragility. That was what made her so endearing.

Jiang Si smiled faintly, hesitated for a moment, then gently brushed the hair from her face.

As expected, Mowan Ci’s expression relaxed. She instinctively leaned closer, seeking comfort.

She liked Jiang Si’s scent.

No longer hesitating, Jiang Si carefully turned her body and pressed her lips to the scent gland at her neck.

She released just enough of her scent to calm her.

No other thoughts crossed her mind.

Only after Mowan Ci’s grip loosened and her breathing evened out did Jiang Si rise, fixing the clothes that had become disheveled in the night. She quietly got out of bed.

Last night’s battle had not yet reached Feng Yao’s ears. She had been drunk yesterday and slept in, arriving late at the council hall. By then, Jiang Si and Su Xun were already seated.

Feng Yao had come wishing to pay her respects to the Princess on the first day of the new year.

Jiang Si put down her military scroll and looked Feng Yao over from head to toe. The more she saw, the more displeased she felt.

While the Jingyuan Army had been fighting through the night in Qinglonggou, Feng Yao had arrived in pristine white robes, looking well rested and energetic.

Jiang Si made up her mind then and there.

General Feng, if you have no pressing matters in the next few days, would you accompany me on a trip to Wei City

Wei City asked Feng Yao, puzzled

Jiang Si smiled and shook her head. Before she answered Su Xun interjected sharply.

There was an enemy attack last night Wei City was breached and the Princess was captured

General Feng sluggishly slept through the entire event after having a few drinks

That cannot be Everything appears normal in the Marquis Jiajing household said Feng Yao as she regarded Jiang Si with distrust

From the outside the household did seem unruffled After all the Jingyuan Army had put down the assault during the night and ensured that life in Lingxiang City was not disrupted But the threat still remained

Feng Yao was born in the capital but had never experienced actual combat Her previous role as commandant had involved only the defense of the capital while her current rank as general was largely symbolic

Jiang Si did not bother to explain She simply wished to show Feng Yao the reality of the northern border during wartime

That is correct Since you represent the emperor you should witness the people’s hardship said Jiang Si I will organize my troops today and depart for Wei City tomorrow You should return and make your own preparations Do not delay the Jingyuan Army

Feng Yao had come alone and trusted no one Even after hearing this she still felt uncertain She hesitated then asked Does the Princess know about this mission

Jiang Si paused over her scroll then answered without looking up I march to war under my own authority There is no need for the Princess’s approval

Or Perhaps since you serve under imperial command in the north your real orders come from the Princess Jiang Si’s tone was pointed but measured Feng Yao did not take offense In fact she silently agreed She had come under the emperor’s edict but once in the north serving the Princess’s command was natural

A moment later Jiang Si’s gaze shifted behind Feng Yao

She turned to see Mowan Ci being supported by Zhi Miao into the hall

Dressed in vibrant and elegant robes she looked nothing like her appearance in the capital Feng Yao was caught off guard She had not noticed that Mowan Ci’s eyes had remained fixed on Jiang Si nor that her complexion had drained pale, leaving only her full lips clouded with color.

I allowed my thoughts to wander, she realized

It was my doing, Perhaps the moment was not ideal but perhaps you understand.

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