Transmigrated as the Doomed Scumbag Alpha of the Eldest Princess - Chapter 57

After hearing Mowan Ci speak in such a soft and gentle voice, Jiang Si felt her heart begin to itch.

The last time Mowan Ci had marked her in return, she had already noticed how different it made her feel.

And Mowan Ci, that kind of person—just yesterday, she had been teasing her like this. If affected by pheromones again, who knew what she might end up doing.

Jiang Si felt a bit nervous. She worried that for the next seven days, things might keep going like this every single day.

She wanted to gently persuade her to dress on her own, but as soon as she lowered her gaze and saw the scattered marks on Mowan Ci’s skin, her confidence faltered.

This time had gone even further than the last.

She gave in halfway and handed the robe to Mowan Ci, saying, “Put it on yourself, I’ll help you.”

“Alright.” Mowan Ci didn’t argue. But just as she started to dress, she realized something was missing.

Her cheeks flushed slightly.

Jiang Si noticed her hesitation and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Following her gaze, she finally realized what had been forgotten.

“You… wait here. I’ll go get it,” Jiang Si said quickly and walked out. Her ears had turned red.

Mowan Ci watched her leave and smiled quietly. But before her smile had fully formed, Jiang Si returned with the missing item.

Mowan Ci quickly looked down to hide her amusement.

Jiang Si, focused on retrieving the clothing as fast as possible, didn’t notice her reaction. She passed it through the curtain and said, “Here, put this on first.”

She waited by the bedside. Mowan Ci didn’t hesitate, throwing off the blanket and putting it on, then opened the curtain and called out, “I’m ready.”

Jiang Si turned back and saw that familiar boldness in Mowan Ci’s expression.

She had seen it so many times that it no longer made her flustered. Jiang Si stepped forward with the robe in hand.

Mowan Ci’s robe was light and simply styled.

But Jiang Si had never dressed anyone before, and Mowan Ci had always had Zhi Miao to assist her. As a result, their dressing process was clumsy. Jiang Si’s hands kept brushing against her unintentionally.

Mowan Ci hadn’t exaggerated earlier—her waist and legs were truly sore, especially since she had just been marked by Jiang Si. Her body felt unusually sensitive to her touch.

Under the faded traces on her skin, her cheeks began to flush again.

Jiang Si looked up, trying to avoid the sight of her reddened skin, but her gaze accidentally landed on Mowan Ci’s lips.

Their pheromones began to mix in the air once again.

As always, Mowan Ci was the one who took the initiative. She wrapped her arms around Jiang Si’s neck and asked softly, “Does the Marquis want to do something else?”

“No,” Jiang Si denied immediately.

But her eyes shifted away, clearly too flustered to meet her gaze.

It wasn’t until Mowan Ci let out a quiet laugh and relaxed her hands that Jiang Si dared to look at her again.

Her eyes were warm and misty, with a soft red tint at the corners, just like the night before.

Jiang Si swallowed hard, her heart starting to race.

Could she really endure seven days of this version of Mowan Ci?

She wasn’t sure.

“Stop laughing. I’m starving,” Jiang Si said, trying to change the subject the moment she lost control of the situation.

That was one of her usual tactics when she felt outmatched.

And this time, it was also true. Mowan Ci felt a little guilty, knowing that Jiang Si had been waiting for her to wake up before eating.

“I got bored recently in Ling Shang City, so I learned how to make milk cakes.”

“Would the Marquis like to try some?”

While in Ling Shang City, milk cakes had been one of Jiang Si’s favorite snacks. Mowan Ci had tasted them a few times while following her, and for some reason, she had suddenly wanted to learn how to make them.

Looking back now, maybe it had always been for this moment.

The smile in her eyes deepened as she looked at Jiang Si with unmatched gentleness.

It left Jiang Si feeling uncertain. This version of Mowan Ci was nothing like the one she had imagined.

To her, Mowan Ci had always been cold and untouchable.

Even though she could be seductive and emotional in certain moments, Jiang Si had thought it was just something she did when needed.

So she shook her head and teased, “Can Her Highness’s milk cake actually taste good? I don’t dare to try it.”

Mowan Ci froze for a moment, then smiled softly and replied, “My skills are far from perfect. I just practiced a bit. One day, I’ll make them for the one I love.”

Jiang Si didn’t know how to respond to that.

Remembering how the two of them had joked the night before about Feng Yao, she asked out of curiosity, “If Your Highness doesn’t like Feng Yao, then why was there an engagement between you?”

Mowan Ci clearly hadn’t expected that question. Her face turned cold, returning to the expression Jiang Si knew well.

“My engagement with Feng Yao was nothing more than a verbal promise made by my father while he was alive.”

“It was a matter of royal words. No one dared to treat it as unimportant, except for me.”

“So…”

“Aren’t you hungry, Marquis?” Mowan Ci interrupted.

Jiang Si pressed her lips together, understanding that she didn’t want to talk about it. She didn’t push further.

Stretching as she got up from the bed, Jiang Si pretended nothing had happened and asked, “So when do I get to try your milk cake?”

“You’ve already made me crave it.”

Jiang Si looked at her with exaggerated disappointment, and Mowan Ci smiled again, the coldness in her expression fading.

She moved closer and gently explained the reason she had cut her off earlier. “I don’t like Feng Yao. So please don’t go around playing matchmaker anymore.”

With that, she started walking out.

Jiang Si followed a step behind, only to be hurried by her. “Did you not want the milk cake anymore?”

“I do. Of course I do.”

Food was the most important thing in the world. Jiang Si didn’t know how well Mowan Ci could replicate the milk cakes from Ling Shang City, but she was still looking forward to them.

She had always loved dairy products. After coming to this place, the only thing that satisfied her cravings was that simple milk cake. It had been a long time since she had tasted it, and she missed it terribly.

Outside in the courtyard, Zhi Miao finally saw the two of them come out and let out a breath of relief. She stepped forward with the lunch tray and bowed. “Lunch is ready. Would Your Highness and the Marquis like to eat now?”

Jiang Si hesitated. Her stomach was growling, but she still wanted to save room for the milk cake.

Zhi Miao understood immediately. “Your Highness, should I bring out the milk cakes you brought from Ling Shang City for the Marquis?”

These cakes had been carefully brought back by Mowan Ci. She had originally said they were for snacking during the journey, but in the end, she hadn’t eaten a single one. They had all been saved for Jiang Si.

Zhi Miao looked surprised as she glanced at Mowan Ci, then turned to Jiang Si before nodding. “Yes, right away.”

After she left, Jiang Si turned to Mowan Ci in confusion. “Weren’t you going to make the milk cakes just now?”

“When did I say that?” Mowan Ci replied calmly. “Marquis, it seems you misunderstood me.”

“This milk cake was something I made out of boredom. I just happened to bring it along to Huai City,” Mowan Ci said calmly.

Jiang Si blinked and nodded. “I see…”

“What did the Marquis think? That I would still have the strength to make it by hand in my current state?”

Her current state…

Jiang Si lifted her gaze and looked at Mowan Ci’s collar. The reddish marks were mostly hidden, but on closer inspection, still faintly visible. And her walking posture did seem a little off.

Feeling a bit guilty, Jiang Si offered to make something for her to eat.

Mowan Ci didn’t hesitate. “I want porridge. Cooked by the Marquis herself.”

“Alright…”

It was already quite late. Neither of them had even had breakfast. Mowan Ci was only half-serious when she asked, just teasing a little after lunch and the milk cakes. Then, she started shooing Jiang Si away.

“I’m sure the Marquis still has important matters to handle. I need to rest as well.”

“Then tomorrow morning, I’ll make porridge,” Jiang Si replied readily. She agreed so quickly she didn’t even wait for Mowan Ci to finish speaking. She also completely missed the hint of displeasure in her tone and left the residence right away.

Only Zhi Miao, who had remained by her side, saw everything clearly.

She couldn’t help but wonder. Just who did Her Highness truly care for?

Before arriving in Huai City, she had suspected Lan Shao. But yesterday, not once did the princess mention anything about needing Lan Shao to prepare the suppressant. With no one else left to suspect, Zhi Miao glanced at Mowan Ci’s slightly flushed face and quietly asked, “Your Highness, do you still want the military doctor to make the suppressant?”

She wanted to ask more.

But Mowan Ci’s cold stare shot toward her like a blade. Zhi Miao swallowed hard and quickly shut her mouth, pretending she hadn’t said anything at all.

“Zhi Miao, do you know how many people have died from saying too much?”

“I was wrong, Your Highness,” Zhi Miao answered quickly. Then she turned her attention to the cleared dishes and said, “I’ll return to my duties.”

After Zhi Miao left, Mowan Ci finally moved.

She dragged her sore legs toward the bed and climbed onto it.

Unlike Jiang Si, Mowan Ci always felt exhausted after such things, and having to keep up a composed appearance only made it worse.

Besides, being marked didn’t feel entirely pleasant. The back of her neck still burned faintly, and the constant trace of amber scent lingering around her kept disturbing her own pheromones.

There was no way to release or neutralize it.

She undressed and lay face down on the bed. Her eyelids grew heavy, and before long, she fell asleep.

But the dream from the night before began to replay itself.

Fragmented scenes started piecing themselves back together.

Once again, she was in the manor at Ling Shang City. Her hands and feet were bound, her body covered in lashes that drew blood.

A wild, feral version of Jiang Si towered over her, relentlessly tormenting her, but no matter what, she could not mark her. Not even a single thread of pheromones could be released. It wasn’t until she mocked her for being incapable of marking anyone that Jiang Si finally raised her head.

But the person standing there wasn’t Jiang Si.

It was herself.

The dream continued.

Mowan Ci could clearly feel her body growing colder by the second. She tried to wake up, tried to escape the dream, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t.

Then Jiang Si appeared again in the dream.

This time, she released a warm, rich amber pheromone that wrapped around Mowan Ci, finally bringing her some comfort.

She felt herself lifted off the ground and cradled gently.

But in the room where she had just been, another version of herself still stood, frozen in place.

The one whose hands and feet were bound was her.
The one who was whipped until blood streaked her skin was her.
The one whose gland was scraped with a blade was also her.

But the one inflicting the violence was no longer Jiang Si.

It was a dark shadow, a figure she couldn’t clearly see.

Then came the sharp pain at the back of her neck. The Jiang Si who was holding her in the dream marked her permanently.

An overwhelming surge of amber pheromones flooded her senses, wiping everything else from her mind. Her breath quickened uncontrollably. She thought she could hear voices—Zhi Miao’s voice… and Jiang Si’s too.

“Marquis, what should we do? I was only gone for a short while. I didn’t want to disturb Her Highness since she was resting… but I never thought… I never thought…”

“I didn’t expect her to fall into a nightmare. I’ve tried everything. She won’t wake up.”

“Let me try…”

That was Jiang Si’s voice. Mowan Ci could feel her drawing closer step by step.

Mowan Ci struggled to open her eyes. They barely opened to a narrow slit, but she could just make out Jiang Si approaching and calling to her in a low voice.

“Princess…”

Mowan Ci reached out, trying to grab Jiang Si’s hand. She didn’t even need to hold it fully, just a touch, just her fingertips.

She didn’t know why, but she believed it completely. As long as she could touch Jiang Si, she would wake up.

And luckily, Jiang Si seemed to sense it. Even though Mowan Ci’s hand barely moved, Jiang Si reached out and held her.

It was like being pulled from deep water. The moment Jiang Si touched her, Mowan Ci jolted awake, sitting up so fast that Jiang Si didn’t have time to react.

She threw her arms tightly around her, clinging to her with all her strength, her voice trembling with the edge of tears.

“Jiang Si, don’t leave me. Please don’t leave…”

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