Transmigrated Into An Unmarried Princess With A Daughter (GL · Interstellar) - Chapter 1

When Pei Junlan opened her eyes, her mind was still foggy, her vision blurred and doubled.

She sat up, not yet able to make sense of her surroundings, when a voice rang out—thrilled, shaken, and far too loud. The shock nearly gave her a heart attack.

“Please forgive me, Your Highness, the Princess! Your subordinate is late!”

…Whose TV was blaring this early? Pei Junlan thought blankly, not for a second connecting those words to herself.

She turned toward the sound, only to see several people kneeling on one knee, heads bowed, trembling as if terrified of her.

A strange place. Unfamiliar faces. The only one standing was a woman in a white coat.

“Your Highness, you’ve just woken. I need to examine your body first.” The woman approached with a cool expression, bowing in some unfamiliar salute, her tone formal and distant.

Pei Junlan, already muddle-headed, grew even more bewildered. What on earth was this woman saying?

Your Highness? Was she… talking to her?

Wait—this wasn’t Chinese they were speaking. So why could she understand it perfectly?

Her mind was a mess, but she kept her face carefully blank, silently sizing up the people around her.

“Don’t touch me. Who are you people?” She frowned, instinctively batting away the woman’s hand before it could reach her.

Before she got an answer, the door burst open. A small figure came barreling in from the corridor and launched itself straight at her.

“Mommy!”

Pei Junlan caught the impact squarely.

She looked down at the little cub who had buried its face shyly against her chest—though when its eyes flicked up toward the others, there was a fierce spark in them. For a second, she was utterly dazed.

Twenty-six years old. Twenty-eight failed blind dates. Single. Zero romantic history. No bad habits.

So where the hell did this three or four-year-old daughter come from?!

This didn’t add up. Could she have been kidnapped in her sleep? The thought made her speechless.

“Young Highness, you can’t do that to Her Highness. She’s just woken up…” Someone rushed in after the child, speaking anxiously while still bowing.

“Come down from Her Highness, alright?”

The little hands clutched her clothes tighter. The child trembled faintly, afraid of something—though Pei Junlan had no idea what.

Everyone besides the woman in the white coat wore matching uniforms that resembled military gear.

Pei Junlan glanced at the person who’d followed the child in. “Take her away.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

The man dared step forward only after her command. He tugged at the child, who refused to let go until forcibly pulled away. Even as she was carried out, the girl kept twisting in his arms, straining toward Pei Junlan, her eyes fixed on her the whole way.

A bad feeling gnawed at Pei Junlan. This was too vivid, too real to pass off as a dream.

If it wasn’t a dream… then it was transmigration. Her eyelid twitched. The answer had to lie with these people.

“Who are you, and where am I?” She scanned the room, careful not to tell the kneeling ones to rise—better to stay cautious if her status here was extraordinary.

The woman in the coat studied her, suspicion flickering in her eyes. Was Her Highness truly ignorant, or pretending to be?

“It’s normal if you don’t remember us, Your Highness. We were sent by the Empress herself to find you.”

“We’re aboard a ship returning to the Capital Star.”

Pei Junlan’s brows furrowed. She couldn’t tell if the woman was lying, but it wasn’t the kind of thing one could fake without being caught instantly.

“You call me ‘Your Highness.’ Who exactly am I, and who are you?”

This time, the woman abandoned her exam for the moment.

“You are the Princess of the Nanxia Empire, first in line to the throne. I am Meng Ming, the medical officer assigned to this mission.” She hesitated, then added carefully, “Forgive my boldness… how much do you remember of your identity?”

Pei Junlan paused. She had no idea why she’d become some imperial princess, but this wasn’t something she could control.

Dream or not, her priority was clear: keep these people steady. If they realized she wasn’t the original, who knew what would happen?

“I don’t remember anything,” she said bluntly.

Gasps rippled through the kneeling group. Every eye shot to her, wide with shock.

Meng Ming herself hadn’t expected that answer.

“If you truly remember nothing, it may be due to the head injury you suffered. If you don’t mind, I’d like to run a full examination.” Her gaze lingered on Pei Junlan’s head, brows drawn tight with worry.

Exhausted since waking, Pei Junlan had been running on willpower alone. This time, she didn’t resist Meng Ming’s approach.

She noticed, though, that her body felt different—stronger, sharper. Even without memories, she could tell: once fully recovered, this body would be formidable.

“You three, leave us. Not a word of this gets out. Understood?” Meng Ming ordered the others sharply.

“You know what Her Highness is capable of.”

“Yes—”

Pei Junlan’s lips twitched. Sounded like the original owner wasn’t exactly sweet-tempered.

When Meng Ming turned her back, Pei Junlan smoothed her expression into one of cool indifference.

Soon the room emptied, leaving only the two of them.

“Full exam” meant just that—but future tech made it far quicker and simpler than the long-winded processes she’d known.

Half an hour later, Meng Ming held a report.

“Your body shows no major issues. Seventy percent of your mental strength has recovered. Not yet at your peak, but given that you suffered a mental collapse once before, recovery will take time…”

Pei Junlan’s face didn’t move.

Thirty minutes was enough to piece things together: she’d indeed landed in another life, in the body of someone with the same name—Pei Junlan. But this one was the Nanxia Empire’s princess, a twenty-eight-year-old female alpha.

The princess part was shocking enough. The gender switch nearly broke her.

Outwardly, she appeared to be listening intently. In reality, her mind was stuck on the fact that she now had… extra equipment below. Her expression twitched.

A few steadying breaths later, she regained her composure. By then, Meng Ming’s tedious report had wound down.

Back in her old life, she’d just been an ordinary woman. No experience with nobility. But from what she’d gathered, this princess had a reputation for being ill-tempered. Now, with “amnesia,” what role should she play?

…She had an idea.

“Can I trust you?” Pei Junlan looked her in the eye, voice calm—whether cool-headed or cold was hard to tell.

“In this state of amnesia.” Her tone carried weight.

She flexed her fingers slightly. A shift in temperament was normal after memory loss. But someone like this princess wouldn’t suddenly become warm and friendly.

And Meng Ming had just dismissed the others to protect her. If there was anyone she could gamble on, it was her.

Meng Ming studied her calm face and sharp gaze, and finally relaxed a fraction. Her Highness hadn’t lost her edge, amnesia or not.

Pei Junlan: …Why’s she staring at me like that? What’s with that solemn look? I can’t read her at all.

“Of course you can trust me, Your Highness.” Meng Ming removed her coat, revealing the black military uniform underneath.

Pei Junlan said nothing, neither doubting nor agreeing. Trust would prove itself in time. “Then tell me. About my past. And about that child.”

Her words made Meng Ming’s expression turn slightly odd.

“What is it? Did I say something wrong?” Pei Junlan frowned. Those were perfectly normal questions, weren’t they?

“No, Your Highness.” Meng Ming shook her head, though she hesitated. “It’s just… regarding the young princess—we only learned of her existence recently as well.”

Pei Junlan: “…”

“This isn’t the best place for such a conversation. Help me up.” She tested her limbs—still weak, but stronger than before—and issued the order naturally.

Meng Ming stepped forward without question, supporting her off the diagnostic bed. Her movements were quicker than thought, almost instinctive.

There was a rest chair nearby. Pei Junlan sank into it, the ache at the back of her skull throbbing, her body still heavy.

“Let’s start with you, Meng Ming. Your introduction earlier sounded incomplete.” She leaned against the backrest, her posture unconsciously relaxed.

To Meng Ming, that calmness was reassurance in itself—Her Highness, amnesiac or not, still carried herself like before.

And yet, the more she watched, the more Meng Ming couldn’t shake the suspicion: was this truly amnesia… or a calculated act?