Transmigrated as the Imperial Princess's Scumbag Alpha Ex-Wife - Chapter 39

Zhu Yu thoughtfully brought pajamas and a pillow, but she forgot to pack a change of clothes for the next day. She had no choice but to reluctantly select something from Bai Shuzhou’s walk-in closet.

Fortunately, Your Highness the Princess, in addition to her custom-tailored gowns, also owned many loose-fitting shirts. Zhu Yu was relieved she could at least find something that fit.

The luxurious silk was exceptionally soft, its cool, smooth texture remarkably similar to Bai Shuzhou’s skin. So light it felt almost weightless, Zhu Yu couldn’t resist touching the hem and collar, reassuring herself she was indeed wearing something.

Clothes make the person. As Zhu Yu gazed at herself in the mirror, she felt as if she had absorbed a bit of Bai Shuzhou’s aristocratic aura. Even her voice softened to a whisper.

Though it was also possible the bow tie was simply too tight.

After preening in the mirror for what felt like an eternity, Zhu Yu finally emerged with restrained grace, wearing a radiant smile to ensure Bai Shuzhou would immediately see her at her best.

The woman on the bed looked up, a flicker of surprise in her eyes, and reached out to Zhu Yu.

Zhu Yu’s heart pounded in her chest. She held her breath and leaned closer.

She had already drawn back the curtains before the floor-to-ceiling window, and now a flood of golden light poured in from behind, turning the girl’s dark hair to shimmering gold.

Zhu Yu closed her eyes tightly, waiting for the goddess’s favor.

But those soft lips didn’t descend. Instead, slender fingers hooked around her bow tie and gently tugged it loose.

Zhu Yu: …!

Her ears burned as she stammered, “During the day… isn’t this… inappropriate? Won’t it interfere with your treatment?”

Bai Shuzhou raised an eyebrow. “What are you talking about?”

In the brief moment Zhu Yu nervously swallowed, Bai Shuzhou’s fingertips deftly untangled the messy bow tie at her chest and re-tied it neatly.

So it was just… tying a bow tie.

How embarrassing! Zhu Yu’s face flushed crimson. She murmured, “Thank you.”

But before the words had fully left her lips, she felt Bai Shuzhou’s pale fingertips lift the pearl at the center of the bow tie and press it downward, lodging it in the soft cleavage.

Ah, it must look better positioned like this. I can’t let my imagination run wild again…! Zhu Yu sternly warned herself.

Seeing the girl’s tense expression, Bai Shuzhou, still expressionless, gave the pearl another gentle nudge.

Earlier, Zhu Yu had bitten Bai Shuzhou’s lip, but Bai Shuzhou showed no reaction, lacking even the passion she had displayed in her dream. Zhu Yu quickly got up and asked if she could borrow some clothes.

Bai Shuzhou, with her slight germophobia, had never shared her wardrobe with anyone. However, Zhu Yu’s body already carried her pheromones, so adding a little more seemed inconsequential.

First, Zhu Yu had used her unique magnetic voice, calling Bai Shuzhou by her intimate nickname. Then, she had asked to wear her clothes. Each step subtly touched Bai Shuzhou’s heart, leaving her deeply satisfied.

Amuse me.

Zhu Yu didn’t close the door while changing, leaving half of her body vaguely visible through the sheer curtain. Bai Shuzhou watched intently for a while, her gaze lingering on Zhu Yu’s familiar form.

Especially the scar on her lower abdomen.

When Bai Shuzhou touched that scar, Zhu Yu would tremble.

The forced severance of their deep bond that night had undoubtedly left a profound mark on Bai Shuzhou’s memory. Even though she had temporarily forgotten it, leaving her mind a blank void, her body and reason had become strangely misaligned.

The more elusive something was, the more it piqued her curiosity.

Zhu Yu looked so delicious—shy, soft, and unlike any other Alpha.

Watching the trembling pupils of the young woman, Bai Shuzhou’s unspeakable malice grew more pronounced. Zhu Yu pressed her lips together in proud defiance, unwilling to admit defeat, especially in matters of the heart.

Playing hard to get? Bai Shuzhou thought, finding the tactic somewhat intriguing.

Releasing her hand, Bai Shuzhou waited for Zhu Yu to make the first move, intending to counter with a decisive strike.

But Zhu Yu, having turned the tables with her own reverse psychology, simply flew away.

Bai Shuzhou: …?

The young woman struggled to maintain her composure, pressing her tongue against the roof of her mouth and forcing a smile. She desperately wanted to rush into the hallway and scream silently.

Aaaaaah! How can Bai Shuzhou poke at her so calmly with that cold, beautiful face?!

Those pale blue eyes, calm as still water, stirred a tempest in Zhu Yu’s heart. Her adorable Shuzhou was in grave danger.

The colder Bai Shuzhou’s expression became, the more Zhu Yu couldn’t help but imagine her cute side, her passionate side, her moments of losing control… The stark contrast filled Zhu Yu with a strange sense of guilt, as if she were committing blasphemy.

Even if the goddess had made the first move, it might have been unintentional.

And Zhu Yu had indeed, on that fateful night, dragged her down from her divine pedestal.

“……”

Zhu Yu lowered her voice, scolding, “…Zhu Yu, you’ve gone bad! You’re such a rogue!”

The girl murmured softly, unaware that Feng Jiyan, leaning against the wall nearby, was taking in every word. Zhu Yu’s lips were slightly flushed, and she was wearing Bai Shuzhou’s clothes as she stood at Bai Shuzhou’s door, uttering those words… It seemed like a declaration to the world, a blatant display of triumph.

Why was Zhu Yu wearing Bai Shuzhou’s clothes? Feng Jiyan couldn’t help but indulge in conspiracy theories, completely overlooking the simple truth: Zhu Yu had no other clothes to change into. The servants had taken away her soiled garments but hadn’t brought her fresh ones. Feng Jiyan was also somewhat astonished by Zhu Yu’s audacity.

He sighed lightly, his tone casual.

Zhu Yu jumped at the sudden appearance of Feng Jiyan, who had been so silent he seemed to blend into the wall. She coughed abruptly, unconsciously raising her voice as she desperately changed the subject. “Long time no see! Good morning, Feng Jiyan.”

Having just kissed Bai Shuzhou, Zhu Yu’s hormones were still surging. The faint woody scent, barely suppressed by the lingering fragrance of roses, was stirring again.

Even Feng Jiyan’s usually saccharine voice dripped with disdain as he rubbed his arm, confirming that this guy was just showing off like a peacock spreading its tail feathers.

Feng Jiyan clicked her tongue in annoyance. “Forget it. This isn’t the place to talk. Come with me.”

She turned, her face cold, and led Zhu Yu back to her office.

After closing the door and activating the protective shield, Feng Jiyan recalled their last conversation in this very room. Bai Shuzhou had just lost her memories, and Zhu Yu’s position and life hung by a thread. Feng Jiyan had been waiting for Zhu Yu to beg her for advice, yet in just a few days, Zhu Yu had already succeeded?

What kind of magic did she possess?

Bai Shuzhou was notoriously difficult to win over, a truth universally acknowledged among Alphas. As the Empire’s most esteemed Princess, she wielded boundless power and enjoyed the Emperor’s favor. Aloof and haughty, she lacked neither wealth nor affection, and countless self-proclaimed clever nobles had returned empty-handed after their elaborate courtship attempts.

Bai Shuzhou had always scorned rare treasures and exotic gifts. One heir even dedicated himself to mastering ballet solely to approach her, but when Bai Shuzhou finally glanced at him, the only words she uttered were:

“Here, you’re wrong.”

Feng Jiyan stared at Zhu Yu. “How did you do it?”

“Hmm?”

Still playing dumb, Feng Jiyan sneered. “How did you manage to make the Princess like you so much?”

Oh, so you’ve noticed how much the Princess likes me? How embarrassing.

Zhu Yu smiled brightly, thought for a moment, and then said slowly, “I suppose it’s because I treat her with genuine sincerity.”

Who would believe such a flimsy excuse? Feng Jiyan frowned. “We’re allies, Zhu Yu. Don’t forget who helped you in the first place. You shouldn’t keep secrets from me. Haven’t I been good enough to you?”

Zhu Yu lowered her gaze, nodded repeatedly like a chicken pecking at grain, listening intently—though the words went in one ear and out the other.

Feng Jiyan paused, then continued, “You’ve offended Gloriel. Your future won’t be easy. She holds grudges and her family’s influence runs deep. I heard that after returning yesterday, her pride was wounded, and she immediately ordered a thorough investigation into all your dirty secrets.”

“If you tell me everything now, I might still be able to help you cover things up or find a way out. But if the evidence falls into Gloriel’s hands, you’re doomed.”

Fox Eyes narrowed, her voice dripping with menace.

“Now, at least tell me how you made the Princess disappear back then.”

She had been ordered to investigate the Princess’s disappearance, but the key witness who had seen them vanish—the mastermind behind the plot—had already been silenced. The remaining accomplices had been taken back by their families and placed under protection, refusing to utter a single word.

If the truth remained buried, the one who would suffer the consequences wouldn’t be Zhu Yu, but her.

Feng Jiyan couldn’t swallow this humiliation, this enormous black mark on her record.

When had she ever suffered such losses at the hands of a single person?

Zhu Yu replied honestly, “I don’t know. I’ve lost my memory.”

Feng Jiyan smiled coldly. “Ah, you’ve lost your memory, and the Princess has lost hers too. How convenient. A cold case with no witnesses left to testify.”

“The Princess’s memory is disordered. I can’t cure her.”

“But it doesn’t matter, does it? You’ve already managed to climb into her bed again. Whether she recovers or not, what difference does it make?”

Zhu Yu was shocked. “You’re a scientist! You can’t let your emotions cloud your judgment! How can you abandon a patient just because of personal feelings…?”

Feng Jiyan said coldly, “To correct you, I’m not a scientist. I’m a politician.”

“Regarding the issue of memory disorders, the Federation’s technology is the most advanced. They will be sending a delegation here soon for exchange visits. If you wish to follow up, you can inquire directly.”

“The Federation must have many acquaintances of yours, wouldn’t you say?” he added casually, his voice trailing off with a subtle, upward inflection.

Remembering Bai Shuzhou’s teachings, Zhu Yu shook her head vehemently, denying it outright. “I don’t know anyone there. Not a single person.”

“Heh,” Feng Jiyan chuckled, his tone ambiguous.

“As for the Princess’s illness, I also have many questions. Princess Zhu Yu, since you now possess Dean’s Authority, why not investigate it yourself and share the information with me? It would be a win-win situation.”

Zhu Yu looked up. “Ah, share with you? Is my authority higher than yours?”

Her feigned innocence, coupled with the fact that she was getting the better of him, stung Feng Jiyan deeply. Even he didn’t possess Dean’s Authority!

Despite being her mother’s only child, her mother had been reluctant to delegate power to her.

Zhu Yu realized she had said the wrong thing. Her tone was sincere as she politely praised, “I must thank your mother. She’s so kind and generous. Her daughter must be very happy.”

Feng Jiyan’s expression darkened.

She forced a smile. “No need to thank me. Let me remind you of one more thing.”

“Your Highness the Princess’s room is also under surveillance. Don’t overdo those underhanded tactics.”

She enunciated each word deliberately, “Everything can be seen.”

Her tone was overly suggestive. Zhu Yu’s expression changed dramatically. Even her usually calm and collected demeanor crumbled as she lunged at Feng Jiyan and punched him.

“How dare you treat Your Highness the Princess like this! You bunch of lunatics!”

Restricting her freedom and invading her privacy—what difference was there between this and being a caged bird?

Lashing out in anger? So there’s something to hide… Pinned firmly beneath Feng Jiyan, Zhu Yu showed no panic. Instead, he raised an eyebrow and taunted, “What good will hitting me do, Zhu Yu? Do you have the guts to defy Her Majesty?”

“Use your Dean’s Authority to investigate. You’re currently sharing your mother’s permissions, so you might even see some unexpected scenes…”

The girl’s eyes rimmed with red as she viciously grabbed Feng Jiyan by the collar. The murderous aura radiating from her brows was so intense she didn’t even realize it herself. The chilling presence made her seem like a completely different person.

“Take your time. You… I won’t spare a single one of you.”