A Scummy Alpha Emperor Transmigrated and Marked the Powerful Prime Minister - Chapter 1

It’s so hot!

Lin Jiayue opened her eyes in a daze, a cold and sweet fragrance lingering at the tip of her nose.

It reminded her of a trip she took to Changbai Mountain last winter—walking through a snow-covered pine forest and stumbling upon a cluster of purple gentian flowers. It was an incredibly light, fresh scent, like fresh herbs. Under the blanket of heavy snow, it smelled more like a fragrance radiating from solid ice.

Was it a popsicle? Her body was burning; she desperately needed a popsicle to soothe this heat.

Lin Jiayue followed the scent, only to be met by the sight of a woman with her clothes half-undone. The woman’s hair was a mess and her face was flushed as if she had been poisoned. Such a bizarre scene… had she transmigrated?

The next second, a flood of memories that didn’t belong to her rushed into her mind.

The young Emperor, the Prime Minister…

She had actually transmigrated into the “Big Female Lead” novel she had stayed up late reading a few days ago. Not only that, she had become the “cannon fodder” Qianyuan (Alpha) Emperor who had yet to take the reins of government.

The female lead, Lu Siling, was the Imperial Preceptor and Prime Minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Despite being a Kunze (Omega), she stood at the head of all officials.

The original owner of this body had been goaded by others into believing that Lu Siling was the greatest obstacle to her personal rule. Consequently, during morning lessons, she had drugged Lu Siling with an aphrodisiac, hoping to force her into her “Rain and Dew” period (Heat) so she could mark her.

In the original book, after the young Emperor successfully marked her, she would use her Incent Scent (Pheromones) to torture Lu Siling whenever they disagreed on policy, making her life a living hell. While the female lead was delirious from torture, the Emperor would whip her, trampling the dignity of a grand Prime Minister underfoot. Lu Siling often attended court sessions with lingering injuries.

Later, the female lead rebelled, ordered the Emperor to be flayed, and had her tendons pulled out.

The Lu Siling in the novel was peerless in beauty, refined as an orchid, and talented as an immortal. She treated others with elegance and carried the demeanor of a scholar—a cold, scrupulous, and upright civil official. To honor the late Emperor’s legacy, restore Great Zhou’s prosperity, and improve the lives of the common people, she didn’t hesitate to be autocratic, making enemies of half the court and allowing petty people to attack her character.

Such a person should have been a savior to the world, but because of the original Emperor, she was forced to have her “Kun-vessel” (Omega glands) carved out, becoming a broken person who suffered agonizing pain every time her Heat arrived.

Even though Lu Siling eventually got her revenge, the suffering she endured in the beginning was real.

When reading the novel, Lin Jiayue had felt deep heartache for Lu Siling. Such a good person shouldn’t have suffered like that. The young Emperor deserved it—being flayed and having her tendons pulled was letting her off easy.

But now that she was the young Emperor and had to take the rap for these actions, Lin Jiayue just wanted to scream: I’m still young! I can’t carry a burden this heavy!

No, she was the Emperor now. To avoid that gruesome end, she had to ease the tension between them and change Lu Siling’s opinion of her. There was no other way—she certainly couldn’t kill Lu Siling.

Lin Jiayue wasn’t that kind of person. A living, breathing human was standing before her, not to mention the gentle, kind-hearted Lu Siling who worked for the country and its people. A modern person couldn’t just transmigrate as an Emperor and start viewing human lives as mere ants.

Furthermore, since the late Emperor’s passing, the new Emperor was eighteen and still studying, unable to touch state affairs. There were many reasons for this: the Empress Dowager wasn’t the original owner’s birth mother, and Empress Xining was her sister-in-law. Not only did the two Empresses dislike each other, but the Empress Dowager—who had her own biological son and her own faction at court—wished for nothing more than the young Emperor’s sudden death so her son could take the throne.

Lu Siling was the only one protecting the original owner. She wanted to teach her to be a good Emperor who could shoulder the burden of the Great Zhou and carry on the reforms she had started with the late Emperor.

Since the late Emperor took the throne, he had wanted to change the Great Zhou’s financial difficulties, corrupt officialdom, and unfair systems through reforms alongside Lu Siling. Unfortunately, heaven’s will was fickle; the late Emperor died too young, and Lu Siling wanted to continue that work forever.

However, in the original owner’s memories, there were only mentions of “officialdom management,” likely because it was a popular topic of debate.

Evaluating official performance… pilot programs… KPIs… bonuses…

Lin Jiayue felt something was off. It was normal for ancients to think of performance evaluation laws, but what were “pilot programs” and “performance bonuses”? Had someone else transmigrated here before her?

Before she could think further, a soft, warm body suddenly tumbled from the bed into her arms.

Lin Jiayue looked down at Lu Siling, who lay in her arms in pain. The woman was exercising extreme restraint to suppress her discomfort, her palms bleeding from where she had clenched her fists. Wet strands of hair hung over her forehead. It was undeniable—this woman was stunningly beautiful. Her features were so exquisite they seemed like a masterpiece carved by the Goddess Nuwa herself. Her phoenix eyes, usually cold and indifferent, held a hint of charm under the shroud of desire.

This shattered look, in particular, was heart-wrenching.

Lu Siling gave off the feeling of a forest covered in thick winter snow; when a ray of sunlight breaks through and the snow melts into water, it soaks the roses beneath the trees. The petals tremble slightly, yet they stubbornly refuse to bow their heads. Beneath Lu Siling’s fragile exterior was a stubbornness that refused to submit.

Suddenly, Lin Jiayue noticed tiny glimmers of moisture on her eyelashes.

Was she crying?

Lin Jiayue’s heart tightened for some reason, and a look of panic crossed her face. She was most afraid of women crying. When a friend cried, she could only awkwardly say, “Don’t cry.”

But Lu Siling wasn’t crying—it was a physiological reaction held back to the extreme.

Lin Jiayue suddenly grabbed her hand, gently placing her fingers into Lu Siling’s palm, coaxing her softly, “Don’t pinch yourself.”

To maintain the reforms, Lu Siling had endured countless attacks from the gentry, and the Empress Dowager’s side disapproved of her as well. She was already exhausted, yet she still spent her energy protecting the original Emperor. And the original Emperor had actually drugged her? What a piece of trash.

Lin Jiayue understood more and more that if she wanted to live well in this world, Lu Siling was likely her best option.

Right, the antidote! In the young Emperor’s memory, there was an antidote for this poison. Lin Jiayue quickly pulled the antidote from her robes and pressed it into Lu Siling’s hand.

“Take the antidote.”

However, Lu Siling kept her eyes tightly shut, suppressing the heat in her body. She squeezed Lin Jiayue’s fingers with such force it felt like she might break them. She simply couldn’t let go; she feared that if she moved, her long-held endurance would collapse instantly.

Just endure a little longer. Once my people arrive, I’ll be saved, Lu Siling thought, but her breathing continued to grow heavy. The swollen heat at the back of her neck made her instinctively want to press closer to Lin Jiayue.

She couldn’t accept the changes in her body, yet she was powerless to resist. She knew clearly that she shouldn’t get close or submit, but this change made her feel a surge of intense self-loathing. The moment she subconsciously leaned toward Lin Jiayue, the silent action felt like a slap to her own face. She could only pinch her palms harder to maintain a moment of clarity.

She didn’t know why the young Emperor’s next move hadn’t happened yet, but stalling for time was always good. Her hand suddenly went limp, and the pill dropped from her palm.

“You can’t hold it?”

Lin Jiayue thought Lu Siling was too weak to hold the pill. In reality, who would dare eat medicine given by the person who poisoned them? Lu Siling couldn’t say a word; if she had even a shred of strength, she would have thrown the pill back in the Emperor’s face.

“I’ll feed you.”

Lin Jiayue tugged at her collar, feeling inexplicably hot. Her nasal passages were filled with that icy fragrance—it was so cold, yet it couldn’t alleviate her internal heat. It was like eating a popsicle; the more you ate, the thirstier you became, wanting just one more. The dryness in her throat made her impatient to get closer to the source of the ice.

Lin Jiayue couldn’t help but wonder: Can this poison be contagious?

She actually wanted to get close to Lu Siling… wanted to… eat Lu Siling?

She hurriedly stuffed the pill into Lu Siling’s mouth, and for good measure, popped one into her own. The pill melted instantly—sweet and cool, like a mint, but better. Like eating a popsicle after being baked in the summer sun, a chill rushed to her head, and her whole body cooled down.

But the pill only lasted for a moment. The heat in her body returned, surging even more violently than before. It felt like being at the seaside when a giant wave crashes over your head, sweeping you into the ocean; water fills your eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

Only, it wasn’t seawater filling her body—it was the cold fragrance of ice.

She finally realized what that icy scent was: it was the Incent Scent (Pheromones) of a Kunze. Especially for a high-level Kunze like Lu Siling; once the scent was out, no Qianyuan could resist.

She wasn’t poisoned. She simply couldn’t withstand the temptation coming from Lu Siling.

As Lu Siling’s scent rampaged through Lin Jiayue’s body, her rationality began to dissolve. A voice screamed wildly in her head—Mark her! Control her!

There was no logic left, only rising desire. She wanted to bite the back of Lu Siling’s neck—to bite down hard.

Thinking this, she couldn’t help but brush aside Lu Siling’s bothersome hair.

Through a haze, Lu Siling felt Lin Jiayue slowly lift her hair, exposing the back of her neck. She clenched her fists, wanting to fight back, but she didn’t even have the strength to lift a finger. She could only let Lin Jiayue do as she pleased.

Lu Siling’s nose was filled with the scent of citrus and sandalwood coming from Lin Jiayue. It was strange—the young Emperor’s scent used to be just sandalwood. Though noble, steady, and mysterious, it was too thick and unpleasant. Now, there was a fresh, bright citrus note that added a bit of vitality to the Emperor’s scent.

She had never heard of Incent Scent changing. She sensed something was different, but the sudden upheaval in her body left her no room for thought.

Bastard!

Lu Siling cursed in her heart. Her eyelids were too heavy to lift, but the expected sharp pain didn’t come. She squinted her eyes slightly and saw Lin Jiayue staring intently at the snowflake-shaped mark on the back of her neck.

Annoyance surged in her heart, only to hear Lin Jiayue ask dizzily, “Where do I bite?”

The powerless Lu Siling suddenly found a strange burst of strength. She grabbed Lin Jiayue’s collar and bit down hard. The taste of blood spread in her mouth, becoming an outlet for her hatred.

Lu Siling bit for a long time until Lin Jiayue managed to pull her neck away from her teeth.

As the saying goes, “one lesson is enough.” Having felt the pain herself, Lin Jiayue accurately found the location of Lu Siling’s “Kun-vessel.”

The icy fragrance and the citrus-sandalwood scent merged, gently enveloping the two of them. Their restless bodies were finally soothed.

Soon, Lin Jiayue lost her strength and fainted.

Before slipping into unconsciousness, only one thought remained in her mind: Dammit! They sell fake medicine in ancient times too!