A Records Of An Alpha’s Life In Ancient Times - Chapter 1

“Captain, this is bad! We’re about to crash!”

“Boom—”

Shen Qingshu shuddered and abruptly opened her eyes.

Her vision gradually cleared. She seemed to be lying on a bed, and what appeared before her was the canopy above it. She could tell the fabric was of fine quality, and it was embroidered with exquisite patterns.

She wasn’t dead? Where was this?

Before she could react, a cry of surprise rang in her ears.

“Madam, Young Master is awake! Young Master is awake!”

Hearing the commotion, Shen Qingshu turned her head with difficulty and looked over. She saw a middle-aged woman in her thirties spring up from a stool, hurry several steps forward, and throw herself to the bedside. Her face was a mixture of joy and disbelief.

The woman tightly gripped Shen Qingshu’s hand and said through her tears, “You’re awake. Shu’er, you’re finally awake. Mother has been watching over you these past few days, so afraid you would sleep on and never wake again. Heaven has shown mercy and let my Shu’er be all right.”

!

Hold on a second!

How was she not dead? This scene, these lines—could she have run into the transmigration that happened in novels?!

Shen Qingshu froze for a moment. Her thoughts spun rapidly, and she quickly came back to herself.

Where had she transmigrated to? Whose body had she become?

Judging from the way this woman addressed herself, the person before her was very likely this body’s mother. Since Shen Qingshu did not know how people here addressed each other, she did not add any form of address and only said cautiously, “I’m fine. I made you worry.”

The woman wiped her tears with a handkerchief. “As long as you’re awake, that’s all that matters. You don’t know this, but on the day something happened to you, the Old Madam fainted the moment she heard the news. These past few days, I’ve been worried on both ends. Thankfully, you’ve woken up now, and the Old Madam will surely recover soon too.”

“This time, it was all Mother’s fault. I made you suffer such a terrible ordeal. Don’t worry. Mother will never go there to burn incense again.”

Burn incense? Shen Qingshu did not understand what she meant. She was still weighing her words and had yet to reply when hurried footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door, and another figure rushed in.

“Little Brother!”

It was a fair, delicate young girl, around fourteen or fifteen. She was slender and dressed in goose-yellow clothes, her hair arranged in twin buns. Her oval face was bare of makeup, and because she had hurried over anxiously, a light sheen of sweat had appeared on her skin, making her cheeks look rosy against her pale complexion. She was extremely adorable.

The young girl came close to the bed, stood beside the woman, and bent down to look at her. Her almond eyes shimmered, flashing with the same excitement and joy. “This is wonderful. The doctor said you might never wake up. We were all so worried about you during this time.”

She seemed to be this body’s older sister. Shen Qingshu did not know what to say, so she only nodded and smiled at her.

Perhaps the woman had been under too much pressure before this, because she cried and chattered on for quite a while. These were likely people close to the original owner of the body, but Shen Qingshu did not know the situation, so she could only keep agreeing.

After they talked for a while, the woman saw the fatigue showing on Shen Qingshu’s face and quickly stood up. As she tucked the corners of the quilt around Shen Qingshu, she said, “Look at Mother, only thinking about being happy. You’ve only just woken up, and your body is still weak. You need quiet rest. Mother still has to go look after the Old Madam, so I’ll leave now. Rest well.”

After saying that, she left in a great bustle with a whole group of people. Only Shen Qingshu remained in the room, and at last, she could calmly sort through the situation.

First, she had crashed into a meteorite. The ship had exploded, which meant there was a high chance she had been blown to pieces, without even scraps left. So she had definitely transmigrated, no doubt about it. It seemed that something had happened to the original owner of this body, which allowed her to transmigrate over.

Second, judging from the room’s interior and style, she seemed to have transmigrated back to ancient times. Her family background should be quite good, and someone had even called her Young Master.

Young Master?

Young Master?!

No way. Had she transmigrated into a man?!

Shen Qingshu reached downward in horror. Huh? Thank goodness, thank goodness. She was still female.

Then why had those people called her Young Master?

Could it be…

Could it be that because she had transmigrated over, this body had changed sex along with it?!

Thinking of this possibility, Shen Qingshu could not help twitching the corners of her mouth.

But no matter what, she had picked up her life again. She was so happy!

She then struggled to sit up and look herself over. She had no idea what had happened to this body, but every movement made her whole body ache.

Judging from the body’s development, she seemed to be only twelve or thirteen years old. Now she had even become young again, gaining ten-odd years for free.

Based on what her mother had called her, and the transmigration rule of sharing the same name, she had reason to believe this body might also be called Shen Qingshu.

Lastly, and most importantly, Shen Qingshu tried to mobilize her mental power. The scene outside the room immediately appeared in her mind: a small courtyard, with two young maids standing outside the door.

Her mental power had also come with her. It had not disappeared because of the transmigration.

Before she transmigrated, humanity had already left Earth. Under the influence of cosmic rays, on top of the original distinction between male and female, three secondary genders had differentiated.

Alpha, beta, omega.

In the interstellar era, after gender differentiation, everyone could cultivate and use mental power. From low to high, the ranks went from F-rank to S-rank.

She was a female alpha. Before the accident, she had already cultivated her mental power to B-rank.

Shen Qingshu used her mental power to pull the teacup on the table over. After taking a sip of tea, she controlled the teacup and made it fly through the air. Very soon, however, her body began to feel exhausted.

Judging from the test, her mental power rank had not fallen. It had even strengthened a little. But her endurance had decreased drastically. It was probably because this body had been injured and was far too weak, unable to sustain long-term use.

Shen Qingshu let out a great sigh of relief. Whatever the reason was, at least she could use her mental power to conceal her sex.

She lay back down. Her thoughts wandered, and she could not help thinking of what had happened before her death.

She had been born into a happy AO family. Both her parents were soldiers of the state. Although because of the nature of their work, it was an intelligent AI that kept her company most of the time, her family had always been very close.

Until the year she turned nine, when the two of them unfortunately died together while carrying out a mission to explore a new planet. She became the surviving family member of martyrs. Back then, she had still been ignorant and did not understand the weight of those four words.

After that, she was taken to a military dependents’ compound. She slowly grew up there and received excellent care from the state. She no longer had her parents, but there were many uncles and aunties like them who cared about her and loved her.

After she came of age and differentiated, she applied to a military academy. Upon graduation, she joined the Third Fleet, where her parents had once served, and became an ordinary noncommissioned officer on a patrol ship.

Unfortunately, she had only joined the fleet for a year. Before she could achieve anything, she had sacrificed herself heroically, just like her parents.

Fortunately, she had been all alone over there. There was no one she could not let go of, and she had not marked any omega. No one would grieve themselves to death over her. Everyone would be sad for a while, and then they would gradually forget.

Her only regret was that she had not been able to say a proper goodbye.

Still, it would have been nice if she could see her professor from university again. Then she could prove his theory that “mental power does not disappear when the body disappears.”

Thinking of this, she smiled faintly, yet also felt somewhat desolate. She truly had parted from them forever.

Since she was here, she might as well make peace with it.

From the day she woke up, Shen Qingshu began a long life of drinking medicine and recuperating from her injuries. After two months of lying there like a corpse, listening in and making careful, indirect inquiries, she more or less figured out what her current situation was.

The country she was in was actually called Yan, but for now, she could not determine whether it was the Yan dynasty she knew of. Although the writing and language on both sides were mutually understandable, many things did not match. Perhaps this was a parallel world where history had reached a turning point and gone another way. That would have to wait for her to verify in the future.

The body she had transmigrated into was the heir of Count Chengyi’s household. She was only twelve this year, and once she reached adulthood, she would be able to inherit the count’s estate.

That was right. Her father was already dead. Shen Qingshu learned from her maid, Chu Yue, that her father had no brothers. Aside from the servants, the only people in the household were her grandmother, her mother, her older sister, and herself, the one remaining sole sprout.

Because of this, Shen Qingshu deeply suspected that the original owner had already been a woman disguised as a man.

After all, she did not even need to refuse. The two maids serving her consciously never came close to her body.

One had to know that the extinction of a family line could lead to the loss of a title. In order to preserve the title, Count Chengyi’s household very likely had resorted to this desperate measure.

Her mother definitely knew her real identity.

And when she had first woken up, the reason her mother had blamed herself so much was because the original owner had accompanied her to a temple in the mountains to burn incense. There, her foot had slipped, and she had fallen down the steps. No wonder Shen Qingshu had felt pain everywhere in her body.

According to her pageboy, Fu An, when she had been carried back to the estate, her face had already been as pale as gold paper, and she looked as though she was about to breathe her last. Yet for some reason, another breath had somehow been sustained. She simply refused to stop breathing. Then, after lying there for several days like that, she had actually woken up.

The doctor who treated her had exclaimed that it was a miracle.

Shen Qingshu guessed that the original owner had already been gone. She herself had transmigrated over at that time. It was only because she had also been very weak then that she had needed several days of recuperation before waking.

In addition, her name was indeed Shen Qingshu. She had seen it in the original owner’s textbooks.

That was right. She still had to study.

The imperial examination system here was already very well developed.

As the heir of the count’s estate, perhaps in order not to draw suspicion, the original owner had likewise been sent to a private school.

Shen Qingshu had finally recovered with great difficulty. Before she even had time to feel happy, she heard that she had to continue going to school.

A bolt from the blue!

The Four Books and Five Classics—what were those?

In her era, the Four Books and Five Classics had long since been thrown into piles of old paper. Who would still teach these things?

Shen Qingshu’s understanding of them was limited to their titles.

But the original owner had actually been a child who especially loved studying and was particularly diligent. She had already finished learning the Four Books and Five Classics.

Now Shen Qingshu was in trouble. She could only go to school through tears.

“Young Master, it’s time. You should get up.”

Children in ancient times truly had it hard. Before the sky had even brightened, Shen Qingshu was called awake by Chao Yu and had no choice but to yawn sleepily as she got dressed and washed up.

After the two maids had finished tidying her up, Shen Qingshu looked into the mirror.

Today, she wore a well-fitting blue-green scholar’s robe. Her hair had all been combed up and tied with a jade-colored hair ribbon into a proper topknot. The lines of her face were very soft, and she still had a little bit of cute baby fat. Her complexion was fair as jade, with refined brows and bright, handsome eyes. A tiny little thing putting on a stern face—she truly looked lovely and jade-carved.

She even bore some resemblance to Shen Qingshu herself when she had been young.

In ancient times, both men and women kept long hair. On top of that, she was young right now, her body had not developed, and her features had not matured. She did indeed look like a young gentleman.

But in a few more years, her frame would appear far too slender, and her looks would seem too delicate and feminine.

Count Chengyi’s household was truly taking a dangerous gamble.