Transmigrated as the Imperial Princess's Scumbag Alpha Ex-Wife - Chapter 46

“It’s not me, it’s her who wants the divorce.”

“Huh?!” Who wants a divorce?!

The two women spoke simultaneously. Izalia’s golden hair flew wildly, her entire being radiating the sharpness of a bl00d-soaked blade. Zhu Yu, her throat aching from the shout, could only widen her eyes in panic as her fingers flew across the Light Brain’s projection screen.

The virtual screen lit up, instantly triggering a barrage of camera flashes.

At the center of the screen was a selfie of Zhu Yu. The young woman wore a crisp black military uniform with sharp, tailored shoulders. Though the final photo didn’t show her face, a sliver of her pale neck was visible beneath the collar.

Her expression was serious and sharp, yet beneath it was a soft, tentative message, tinged with hopeful anticipation: Sister, how does this outfit look?

The Director, blinded by the flashes, hastily raised his hand to order the reporters to disperse, his heart pounding in his chest.

Izalia glanced at the screen and sneered, her voice dripping with disdain. “It’s just a uniform. What’s there to see? If you want to show off your figure, just do it openly. And fawning over an Omega? You’re embarrassing us Military As!”

She deliberately emphasized the word “fawning,” as if Zhu Yu’s little gesture was something shameful.

Zhu Yu’s cheeks flushed at Izalia’s words. Pretending not to hear, she swiftly opened her notepad, maximized the screen, and typed in bold, black letters:

Not divorcing. Here to cancel. Thank you.

Izalia, who had just returned and was completely unaware of recent developments, retorted aggressively, “We are divorcing! Didn’t anyone tell you?”

No.

“Yes!”

“If you keep pestering me, I’ll beat you until you agree to the divorce.” Izalia clenched her fists until her knuckles cracked, her lithe frame coiled like a spring. She jabbed Zhu Yu’s shoulder with enough force to make the girl stumble.

Zhu Yu retreated a step, avoiding direct confrontation. The overwhelming stench of bl00d, mixed with gunpowder and dust, surged into her nostrils like a tidal wave, making her feel nauseous.

Since childhood, Zhu Yu had been unable to tolerate such bloody odors.

She always asked others to clean and prepare fish for her. Whenever she saw the knife slice through flesh, bl00d splattering everywhere, and felt the dying struggle of a life in her hands, she would experience phantom pains—the sensation of her own skin being cut open, leaving her feeling deeply unsettled.

The little quail remained impassive, the words on the screen continuing to appear one by one, carrying a hint of stubborn softness:

The Princess loves me, so of course we won’t get divorced.

This is our business, and it has nothing to do with you.

Seeing the tension escalate, the Director wiped cold sweat from his brow and hurriedly gestured to his staff. “Please, both of you, come inside to discuss this further. It’s not appropriate to talk outside… Quick, fetch the tea from the cabinet in my office!”

Izalia smirked and raised her hand. Behind her, three warships hovered menacingly, poised to strike at her command, their threat unmistakable.

“You’re not worthy of Your Highness the Princess.”

“Zhu Yu, if you nod now, I might consider sparing your life. I don’t know how you deceived the Life Tree, but experts from the Federation have already arrived to conduct a second inspection and repair. You won’t be able to hide for much longer.”

Izalia shoved aside the Director, who had been trying to mediate, and strode to the main seat, crossing her legs high and propping her chin on her hand as she scrutinized Zhu Yu.

Not long ago, the Emperor had ordered Melno to take Zhu Yu to the Academy of Sciences for a bl00d draw, secretly conducting another examination.

To their disappointment, Zhu Yu’s Mental Power level remained at D. After all these years, she had only shown slight increases in height and weight.

After merging with the Princess, one of Zhu Yu’s metrics had actually regressed, a truly baffling result.

“Trash!”

The Academy of Sciences, equipped with the Empire’s most precise instruments and comprehensive protocols, couldn’t possibly have made an error in its analysis.

Yet no one could have anticipated that Zhu Yu’s bl00d samples had been tampered with from the very beginning.

Though the Commoner Researchers appeared meek and subservient, they were responsible for nearly all the Academy’s foundational testing.

While they couldn’t single-handedly control the narrative, even a spark could ignite a wildfire.

Before Bai Shuzhou voluntarily entered the Academy for treatment, she had already made arrangements for various contingencies. Unfortunately, the rushed timeline meant the preset templates for Zhu Yu’s data still relied on outdated models.

People are supposed to grow.

But Zhu Yu seemed not to.

The Director personally poured tea for them, then anxiously rushed out to make a phone call, seeking instructions from his superiors: could he sign these documents today?

A staff member brought hot water and towels, urging Izalia to wash up briefly. Her bl00d-stained military uniform was too shocking, still clinging to fragments of debris—a jarring sight for those accustomed to peacetime.

Izalia grabbed the towel, buried her face in it, and roughly wiped her face, her wild movements dampening the tips of her hair, which shimmered with a faint golden glow. She raised an eyebrow at the young woman sitting stiffly and silently before her, letting out a scornful laugh.

“What’s wrong? Again?”

“Your pathetic, weak act is disgusting,” Izalia spat, grinding her teeth in frustration. “As an Alpha, you should naturally bear greater responsibilities.”

Izalia had always believed this: powerful Alphas must protect the weak, their families, and even the entire Empire. Those who failed should die; the Military had no use for mere ornaments.

Once, Zhu Yu had been her most promising subordinate. Though born into poverty and lacking exceptional talent, Izalia had admired her former spirit. Even as she stood frail and alone in the corner, Zhu Yu had radiated the predatory hunger of a starving beast, poised to carve a bloody path forward at any moment.

But what had become of her now?

Izalia paused, her tone sharpening. “After leaving the Military, you’ve been fawning over the Princess every day. Have you become a lapdog?”

Your honor, your status—everything you’ve earned—was forged through battlefield glory.

How dare you abandon it all?

Without value, you are nothing!

Izalia personally unearthed Zhu Yu from the lower ranks, took her under her wing, and nurtured her. Zhu Yu was meant to be a blade that grew sharper with use, but now she had dulled, losing her edge.

If Zhu Yu had stood up to fight back, Izalia might have gained a higher opinion of her.

“Speak up! Cat got your tongue?” Izalia kicked Zhu Yu with the tip of her boot.

A small footprint marred the perfectly pressed black trousers. Zhu Yu lowered her head and saw a tiny bloodstain on the hem, sticky and uncomfortable.

After a moment’s thought, she typed: Did Your Majesty send you to stop us from being together?

“So what if she did?” Izalia raised an eyebrow. “Your Majesty said only the strong are worthy of the Princess. Can you protect her and the Empire? If not, get out of the way. I’ve reserved a position for you in the Military.”

You serve Your Majesty; I serve Bai Shuzhou.

Izalia’s expression finally shifted, her brow furrowing in annoyance as she twisted a strand of hair, shaking off a bead of water. “What’s different? Stop splitting hairs.”

But Your Majesty’s wishes do not represent the Princess’s wishes.

Zhu Yu pursed her lips and typed with deliberate generosity, her words sounding both like a compromise and a declaration: You can also be the Princess’s knight. I don’t mind. We can protect her together.

Like the Snow Leopard Knight, old-timer?

Where did this inexplicable Main Consort energy come from?

“Who wants to be some so-called knight?!” Izalia snapped, her brow furrowing sharply. “I’m superior to you in every way, and my compatibility with the Princess is 60%—more than enough for children! The Empire needs an heir, but you can’t even Mark the Princess. Stop hindering the Empire’s grand ambitions.”

You dare to even think about having children with the Princess?! I haven’t even dared to imagine it. Zhu Yu instantly straightened her posture, leaning forward slightly. Her fingers flew across the keyboard, typing rapidly and urgently as she declared with fierce conviction:

The Princess hates being Marked!

“That’s just Omega coyness!”

Izalia scoffed, her tail slapping against the edge of the table with a sharp crack, like a whip. “Only a weak Alpha would believe such nonsense! Marking nourishes their bodies—it’s a win-win situation. What’s not to like? The Princess’s duty is to continue the Dragon Clan. When the late Emperor was her age, Your Majesty could already fly!”

As she spoke, her agitation grew, completely oblivious to the icy coldness in Zhu Yu’s gaze.

Watching Izalia’s fervent zeal, Zhu Yu felt her stomach churn. Izalia conflated “love” with “procreation,” treating Bai Shuzhou’s desires as mere “duty” without ever considering what Bai Shuzhou herself might want.

I used to think this Big Tiger was at least reliable, better than the fox, Zhu Yu thought bitterly.

But now, Zhu Yu vowed that even in death, she would never let someone like Izalia near Bai Shuzhou.

Is it Your Majesty who wishes Your Highness the Princess to bear an heir? You’re just a breeding candidate—why are you so pleased?

Breeding candidate?

“What nonsense are you spouting, you lowly creature!” Izalia snapped, leaping from her chair, her face flushed crimson.

Subtly, the Omega and the uterus had become synonymous. But when Zhu Yu herself was reduced to a mere symbol, she bristled.

Zhu Yu slowly typed: Your Majesty is in the prime of life, yet you keep harping on about the Princess and an heir. I don’t even want to imagine what you’re really planning…

“Are you insane? There’s no media here. Who are you putting on this show for?” Izalia snapped.

Izalia scanned the room, confirming there were no cameras. Her fury erupted, and she lunged forward, grabbing Zhu Yu by the collar with a cold sneer. “You’ll sign these words today, whether you want to or not!”

Her grip was terrifyingly strong, the fabric tightening around Zhu Yu’s throat, making it hard to breathe. The glands at the back of Zhu Yu’s neck were pressed painfully.

Forced to defend herself, Zhu Yu raised her hand to pry at Izalia’s wrist, her nostrils filling with an even stronger, metallic stench of bl00d.

How disgusting…

The familiar scent of death.

The woman was pressed so close that Zhu Yu could now clearly see the buttons of Izalia’s military uniform were stained with sticky, hairy fragments of flesh.

What is this?

Human… skin, fingers…?

Zhu Yu’s stomach clenched violently. She covered her mouth and couldn’t suppress two dry heaves.

To avoid a potential kiss, Zhu Yu had skipped breakfast after washing up, only drinking a little juice. Now, even if she wanted to vomit, nothing would come up.

Her throat burned like fire, as if something were scorching her internal organs. The girl could only struggle to let out a whimper.

It felt… like she was about to breathe fireballs herself.

The Light Brain screen flickered, and a line of large red text slowly appeared:

Release her.

Izalia.

The woman jerked her head up, glancing at Zhu Yu, then at the Light Brain screen, her expression suspicious.

Activate holographic projection and audio.

I am Bai Shuzhou.

Izalia’s pupils constricted sharply. In disbelief, she released her grip. Had Zhu Yu, pretending to type, actually managed to establish a remote connection with the Princess while she wasn’t paying attention?

Leaning against the table, the girl grinned at her.

Yes, thankfully Izalia had reminded her earlier that she could still rely on the Princess.

The next moment, the holographic projection flickered to life.

Bai Shuzhou’s figure materialized between the two women, her silver hair cascading over her shoulders. Her pale blue eyes narrowed slightly, and despite being a semi-transparent projection, she exuded an undeniable aura of authority that made Izalia swallow nervously.

Izalia instinctively straightened her posture, as if delivering a report. “I apologize, but this is Your Majesty’s will. You shouldn’t be associating with Zhu Yu—”

A cold voice cut her off, speaking with condescending authority: “Let her come and tell me herself.”

Bai Shuzhou paused, her narrow eyes slitting further, the pale blue irises deepening into a profound shade. “Where is Imperial Sister?”

In the past, Bai Qianze had always stayed by her side whenever she fell ill. But recently, he had vanished without a trace, and an unsettling atmosphere had permeated the Academy of Sciences.

The original experiments had been conducted jointly by the Empire and the Federation. Now, Federation Citizens had once again set foot in the Imperial Royal Academy of Sciences.

Bai Qianze cared nothing for public opinion; to her, commoners were no different from ants. Would you concern yourself with the clamoring of ants at your doorstep?

Why would the two nations collaborate again? Something gravely serious must have occurred, yet she had received no information whatsoever.

Is it… related to me? Bai Shuzhou frowned, her indifferent aura sharpening into a piercing chill, silver strands of hair floating gently around her.

Izalia wanted to argue, but Bai Shuzhou’s icy gaze cut her off with an unyielding command:

“Bring Zhu Yu to me immediately.”

No longer the hollow, indifferent gaze she was used to, the deep blue sky seemed to press down heavily, sending Izalia’s heart racing uncontrollably.

In Bai Shuzhou’s eyes, she saw an unstoppable killing intent. Her voice, cold and sharp as a razor’s edge, was like a thin sheet of steel. The roses woven through her hair resembled a crimson crown.

This was Bai Shuzhou—ambitious, sharp-edged, and undeniably herself.

Izalia felt a long-dormant thrill surge through her. She could almost feel Bai Shuzhou’s overwhelming presence, a sensation a thousand times more intense than the fleeting moment their eyes had met during a ballet performance.

Back then, Bai Shuzhou had been beautiful as a glasswork of art, her graceful movements reflecting the dazzling stage lights. Everyone had applauded her flawless performance.

Izalia had cheered fervently, her eyes glued to Bai Shuzhou’s every move. But that admiration, that protective instinct, had felt pale and hollow.

Because she had once witnessed a far more magnificent light.

In a sudden flash of memory, Izalia recalled a late night ten years ago, when they were both still young and Bai Shuzhou could still fly.

During her confinement, Bai Shuzhou had led her on a wild chase, outmaneuvering the guards at every turn. They soared to the highest observation tower, where no one could find them. Her pale blue eyes reflected the brilliant starry sky, her long hair billowing in the wind as she laughed with unrestrained abandon.

“I’ll change this world,” the young Bai Shuzhou whispered, extending her hand to Izalia. “Will you join me?”

Bai Shuzhou had always been both reckless and indifferent, as if nothing but the cosmos and the stars could capture her attention.

Yet when those eyes met yours, you felt as if you were also immersed in the starry sky that was Bai Shuzhou herself, your heart beating in sync with the twinkling stars.

Izalia had been fortunate enough to glimpse the genuine self beneath the Princess’s elegant, flawless facade.

Though at the time, she had been preoccupied with worrying about the punishment they would face if caught.

In that brief moment of hesitation, Bai Shuzhou nonchalantly withdrew her hand, spread her arms wide, turned her back to the moon, and leaped from the heavens.

…?!

Silver wings shimmered with an almost metallic luster under the moonlight, only the long wind could keep pace with her.

This scene had lingered in Izalia’s childhood dreams for years.

She had always believed she was the most special, the only one worthy of Bai Shuzhou’s invitation. No one else, not even Bai Qianze, deserved such an honor.

Though she had long abandoned her fantasies of changing the world, she still longed to soar. She had grown powerful enough, and Bai Shuzhou, once so distant, had finally descended to the ground.

We are the most suited for each other, aren’t we?

“Your Highness the Princess! I’ve just returned from the border, leading the campaign to eradicate the Star Pirate-controlled danger zones. I even used two Interstellar Jumps to rush back, all for…”

She desperately wanted to prove herself, to recount her battlefield valor and unwavering loyalty to the Empire.

She was stronger than Zhu Yu, more deserving than anyone to stand by Bai Shuzhou’s side. But before she could finish, Bai Shuzhou casually interrupted her.

Without even glancing up, his gaze swept past Izalia, settling on Zhu Yu, who was still coughing softly off-camera.

“Zhu Yu, what’s wrong with your throat?”