Transmigrated as the Doomed Scumbag Alpha of the Eldest Princess - Chapter 92

After saying everything that needed to be said, Jiang Si did not linger. She stood up and walked straight out.

Zhi Miao and Wei Nian, seeing her leave, stepped into the room to attend to Mowan Ci.

Lately, Mowan Ci had not looked well, and both of them were clearly worried. But when they entered, they saw her standing by the window, eyes hollow and distant.

Zhi Miao was quick to react. She immediately noticed how thin Mowan Ci had become and grew upset again. She nudged Wei Nian, motioning for her to look out the window.

When the tall figure came into view, Wei Nian let out a quiet sigh.

Her gaze drifted back to Mowan Ci, just in time to see a ripple of emotion flash in her once-empty eyes. Mowan Ci subconsciously stepped forward and gripped the window frame tightly.

Moments later, as if drained of strength, she took a few unsteady steps back.

Zhi Miao, quicker than Wei Nian, rushed to her side.

In a low voice, she muttered, “Leaving the Princess alone in the Eastern Sea… His Highness will regret this sooner or later.”

She did not expect her to speak so bluntly. Wei Nian had no time to stop her before Mowan Ci’s cold voice broke the air.

“Zhi Miao, do not say such things again.”

“His Highness has important duties.”

“But Your Highness…” Zhi Miao started again, only to fall silent under Mowan Ci’s icy glare.

Mowan Ci truly cared for her, even though she often found her a headache. She might be naive and blunt, but her loyalty was unwavering.

It had all started when Zhi Miao overheard the argument between Jiang Si and Mowan Ci, and then saw Jiang Si storm out. From that moment on, she believed Jiang Si had mistreated the Princess.

Mowan Ci had no way of explaining the complex truth. At the time, she had no strength to say more, but she did not expect the misunderstanding to run this deep.

Worse still, this entire situation made her feel a strange and difficult emotion she could not put into words.

She had once thought the discomfort came from within herself. But today, when Jiang Si came, she understood a little better.

It was true she did not know how to face Jiang Si. Because everything that had happened in the past was real. The memories continued to torment her.

And as long as Jiang Si remained alive and near, those memories would never fade.

But if Jiang Si truly disappeared from her life…

Then the warmth and laughter of those days would vanish completely too.

What unsettled her even more was the strange sense of irritation she felt whenever someone spoke ill of Jiang Si.

Outside, Jiang Si’s figure had disappeared. Mowan Ci finally pulled her gaze away and returned to the bed.

It was time for dinner, but she had no appetite at all.

She lay quietly for a long time, but eventually remembered the child she was carrying. That was when she sat up and asked Zhi Miao to call for supper.

The food delivered was rich in Eastern Sea flavors, and her appetite worsened.

It was Wei Nian who had a sudden idea and said, “Your Highness, Commander Xia sent some fragrant rice from the Northern Territory. Would you like me to cook you some porridge?”

“What kind of porridge?” Mowan Ci asked without thinking, then quickly realized she should not have asked at all.

She waved her hand. “Do as you see fit.”

Afterward, she kept Zhi Miao by her side and spoke with her for a long while.

She repeated the same instructions over and over — Zhi Miao was not to speak ill of Jiang Si on the island.

In fact, it would be best if she never mentioned her again.

Mowan Ci could not bear to hear either good or bad. She just wanted to pretend Jiang Si had never existed.

At first, Zhi Miao nodded along half-heartedly. But the more she thought about it, the more she felt indignant. She blurted out, “Your Highness, you were crying almost every day back then. Weren’t you hurt?”

She was referring to the days before and after the fight with Jiang Si.

Back then, it was not just about the past life memories, or the sorrow over Ayue, or even her own suffering.

It was the heartbreak of falling in love with Jiang Si.

Later came the argument. The harsh words.

Was she hurt?

Not anymore.

From the moment she had fallen in love with Jiang Si, she no longer had the right to feel hurt.

Back at the main residence, Jiang Si opened the military report from Su Xun.

She had been away from the army for nearly half a year. There were many matters she no longer understood firsthand. Before returning, she had to prepare.

There was no need to reply. Letters sent to Xingcheng by water route would take just as long as she would herself. She only needed to review the contents carefully.

But the report was long and detailed, filled with both major events and minor updates. She ended up reading straight through dinner.

Fang Lin waited quietly for a long time. When the dishes were nearly cold, she finally spoke up.

“Your Highness, it’s time to eat.”

Only then did Jiang Si look up and remember Fang Lin had entered the room earlier.

She set the report down and walked to the table. She pulled at Fang Lin’s sleeve.

“Sit and eat with me.”

Fang Lin understood well how differently Jiang Si treated her. Still, she did not dare show disrespect.

But Jiang Si had her stubborn side and teased, “If you refuse, it will count as disobeying a military order.”

Fang Lin shrank her neck and obediently took a seat beside her.

She ate cautiously, unlike Jiang Si, who devoured her food quickly as if she had been starving. After eating halfway, Jiang Si encouraged her to eat more, but Fang Lin looked bitter. She opened her mouth several times to speak, only to swallow her words again and again.

“What is it you want to ask me?” Jiang Si asked softly.

Fang Lin’s heart was uneasy, but she understood that if she didn’t speak now, she might never have the chance again. She put down her chopsticks and asked, “Your Highness, why did you leave me behind in Donghai?”

Jiang Si wasn’t surprised. In fact, she had expected Fang Lin to ask this much earlier. The fact that she had waited this long only made Jiang Si sigh inwardly.

She had her own private reasons for keeping Fang Lin there, but they weren’t something she could say aloud. Staying in Donghai meant taking on tiring and detailed work, but it was relatively safe. Still, saying it so plainly would only make things more awkward.

She had spent several days thinking over how to respond, eventually deciding to use a familiar explanation. After all, Fang Lin knew nothing of her complicated situation with Mowan Ci. She would truly believe that the decision was for the sake of the war effort.

“I kept you here because I trust you,” Jiang Si said. “Her Highness, the Princess, is alone in Donghai. With you here, I can be at ease.”

As Jiang Si finished speaking, Fang Lin was reminded of the time they had gone to pick durians together. Back then, she was young and spoke with naive sincerity. She had boldly promised to take good care of the Princess and often brought durians to her.

Jiang Si didn’t know how to respond to such childlike devotion. She had only murmured, “No slacking off. Learn well from Xia Miao.”

She had plans for Fang Lin, hoping that someday she could walk a different path. If her mind stayed sharp and flexible, she would do well. But the girl was stubborn. No matter how the conversation turned, she always brought it back to Mowan Ci, as though proving her loyalty. Jiang Si couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the same time.

If this had been the old her, she would have been moved by those words. But now…

She covered her face, not wanting Fang Lin to see her tired expression. Yet in that small movement, something she had forgotten suddenly came back to her.

Lowering her hand, she looked down carefully at her fingers. A faint smile appeared on her face. She took off the blood-red thumb ring and placed it gently on the table.

Fang Lin stopped speaking and looked at the ring.

“Wrap this up and deliver it to Her Highness,” Jiang Si said coolly.

Fang Lin hesitated, then nodded. She didn’t know the origin of the ring, but Jiang Si’s expression had grown frighteningly dark.

The main cabin wasn’t far from the Princess’s quarters. Fang Lin, still young and energetic, ran there in less than fifteen minutes. It wasn’t that she was in a hurry for any particular reason. It was just that it was late, and with her Dry Yuan identity, it wasn’t proper for her to go directly to the Princess’s room.

To make things more difficult, Lan Shao was not there. So she could only stand at the corner of the second floor and call out quietly. Fortunately, Zhi Miao was guarding the door.

Seeing Fang Lin, Zhi Miao looked a little confused but still approached her.

Fang Lin hadn’t yet had much experience interacting with eligible kunze. Standing in front of Zhi Miao, she became awkward and stammered, “This… this is from His Highness. I was told to give it to Her Highness.”

She quickly stuffed the brocade box into Zhi Miao’s hands and ran away.

Zhi Miao looked at the box with a puzzled expression. After blinking for a moment, she broke into a smile and skipped up the stairs.

Mowan Ci had just finished her congee and was preparing to bathe with Wei Nian’s help when she heard Zhi Miao knocking and calling, “Your Highness, His Highness sent you a gift.”

Mowan Ci paused slightly as she took off her robe. Even Wei Nian looked shocked.

A gift from Jiang Si?

She glanced at Mowan Ci. Seeing that she wasn’t rejecting it, she stepped forward and accepted the gift from Zhi Miao.

The brocade box was unfamiliar, but the ring inside was not.

Mowan Ci’s eyebrows twitched. She quickly closed the box and silently turned to go bathe.

Later, when she was lying in bed and both attendants had left, she opened the box again.

This time, the ring didn’t feel cold as it had when she gave it away. It even seemed to carry a trace of warmth from Jiang Si.

Mowan Ci’s eyes turned red. She picked up the ring and walked barefoot to the window.

The candle in Jiang Si’s room was still lit. Unlike her own darkened space, the other side glowed softly.

She stood there for a long time before finally returning to bed.

The next morning, the day of Jiang Si’s departure, many people came to see her off. Alongside her were the soldiers of the Jing Zao Camp, Xia Miao, and Fang Lin. They were heading to Xingcheng, and the group was strong and well-organized.

The island lords all expressed their thanks and hopes for another meeting in the future.

Jiang Si offered her reassurances. As she stepped onto the ship, she bowed and said, “Please return. One day, we will meet again.”

But deep down, she knew. This time, she was unlikely to return to Donghai.

Even though it had only been a few months, she had developed a bond with this place. As the ship sailed away, she looked back at the people gathered to bid farewell.

Her eyes settled on the ship where Mowan Ci stood. She forced a small smile and turned around.

She had seen Mowan Ci.

But this time, she would not look back.

On the deck, Wei Nian placed a cloak over Mowan Ci’s shoulders. She followed her gaze toward the fleet that was growing smaller in the distance and asked softly, “Your Highness, would you like to go send off His Highness?”

The night before, when Fang Lin delivered the gift, Mowan Ci’s expression had already changed. Wei Nian hadn’t been in a deep sleep and had heard the sound of Mowan Ci stirring.

And crying.

She didn’t know all the details, but the sound of that quiet crying had made her heart ache.

Early that morning, Mowan Ci’s face looked even more pale and worn. She had insisted on coming up to the deck, which made Wei Nian ask that question.

But right after asking, she regretted it. Mowan Ci trembled and gave a helpless smile. She didn’t turn away and simply kept looking ahead.

Only when the fleet was completely out of sight did she speak.

“No. I won’t go.”

“In the past, whenever she left for battle, I would climb the city wall to see her off. She would always turn back, smile, and say something just for me.”

“But now,” Mowan Ci paused, looking down at the ring in her hand, “now she won’t.”

The new chapter of their lives had begun.

Now that Her Highness was gone, someone dared to ask quietly,
“Is it time to arrange a harem for little Jiang?”

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