After Mistakenly Provoking The Soft, Unhinged Princess O - Chapter 1

The light before her eyes suddenly brightened.

A rush of tangled memories flooded into her mind like a wave, crashing through her skull until her head felt as if it would split apart.

Enduring the piercing headache, Yu Qingci opened her eyes. The first thing that entered her vision was a pair of tear-bright doe eyes. The woman’s gaze was filled with terror, her lips parting and closing as if she were saying something.

“Let… let go…”

Her voice sounded as if it were coming from across the surface of the sea, distant and unreal.

Yu Qingci lowered her gaze in a daze, only to see that both her hands were wrapped around the woman’s neck. The woman’s throat had already been slender to begin with, and now it was trapped tightly in her grip, like a reed that might snap at any moment.

Her breathing was growing faint, and the strength of her struggles was fading more and more.

Yu Qingci was instantly scared awake. She subconsciously loosened the strength in her hands and was just about to open her mouth to explain, when the memories that had flooded her mind earlier flashed one scene after another before her eyes.

She had transmigrated into a book?!

And she had even become a cannon-fodder scumbag alpha?!

Because she shared the same name as the villain in the book, a friend had strongly recommended that she finish reading the entire novel. She had skimmed through most of it in one go, and after reading up to the point where all the villains died, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

When she opened them again, she had become “Yu Qingci”?

In the original book, Yu Qingci was the legitimate daughter of the Linyuan Marquis Estate. She was wholeheartedly in love with the Third Imperial Princess of the current dynasty, Yan Lingchu. However, the female lead Yan Lingchu and Yu Qingci’s second younger sister, Yu Qingli, were the original book’s official canon pairing.

After an accident at the Lantern Festival palace banquet, Yu Qingci was granted in marriage to the Fifth Princess, Yan Lingshu.

After the wedding, relying on Yan Lingshu’s soft and gentle temperament, Yu Qingci bullied her without restraint. Not only did she chase after the female lead every day, she even colluded with the female lead from both inside and outside the palace to plot against Yan Lingshu again and again, all to help the female lead ascend the throne.

Tonight was precisely the wedding night of Yu Qingci and Yan Lingshu.

The bright red candles lit the entire room. After the strength in Yu Qingci’s hands loosened, Yan Lingshu began coughing uncontrollably. She coughed until her whole face flushed red, her delicate neck trembling nonstop beneath Yu Qingci’s palms. The red finger marks left from being choked could be faintly seen.

Yu Qingci drew in a trembling breath.

The Fifth Princess before her looked fragile and easy to bully, but in the latter half of the original book, she would reverse into the greatest villain of all, killing people with the rise and fall of her blade, vicious and decisive.

And as the person who bullied Yan Lingshu the most in the early stage, Yu Qingci would eventually be shot through the heart by one of Yan Lingshu’s arrows, dying without even an intact corpse.

When she had read it, that ending had felt immensely satisfying. But now that it was her turn, Yu Qingci could feel phantom pain blooming in her chest. She carefully tried to let go, but without warning, she drew in a breath, and a rich fragrance of green plum wine rushed straight into her nose.

The scent was like her favorite green plum wine. The tart fruitiness of green plums and the mellow, tempting aroma of wine blended together perfectly, making one feel light-headed from just a single breath and impatient to take a taste.

An indescribable thirst and heat surged up inside her.

The strangeness she had been ignoring all along came rushing to the surface. Yu Qingci felt the back of her neck burning fiercely, as if a ball of fire were blazing wildly inside her body, burning until her thoughts turned hazy.

Had she really transmigrated into a book?

If she had transmigrated, then why could she smell the fragrance of green plum wine right now?

Or was this actually just a dream?

Dreams were strange and bizarre. Anything could happen in them.

Yu Qingci lowered her head. She looked at the beauty lying on the mandarin-duck brocade quilt. The beauty’s face was flushed, and at some point, a thin layer of mist had gathered in her eyes. A single tear clung to the corner of her eye, about to fall yet not falling, making her look terribly pitiful.

Yu Qingci forgot what she had originally been about to do. She raised her hand, pressing the pad of her thumb to the corner of the woman’s eye, wiping away that clear tear.

“Don’t cry.”

Yan Lingshu had very little awareness left. The return of smooth breathing awakened the body’s most primal urges, and the effects of the ceremonial wedding wine surged up fiercely. The uncontrollable scent pheromones from the gland at the back of her neck began to spread.

The mist blurred her vision. Yan Lingshu vaguely heard that “Don’t cry,” and using the last of her reason, she tugged the sachet from her waist.

The Qianyuan’s presence was already drawing near.

Yu Qingci leaned down, moving close to the beauty’s face, her nose continuously scenting the air. “It smells so good.”

The fragrance of green plum wine seemed to be coming from the beauty herself. The closer Yu Qingci got to her neck, the stronger the scent became, and the finger marks on her throat grew even clearer.

Yu Qingci’s fingertips slowly brushed over the red marks on the beauty’s neck. She lifted her eyes to look at Yan Lingshu, wanting to ask, “Does it hurt?” But the instant she met those black, watery doe eyes, her heart stirred for no reason. The gland at the back of her neck pulsed, and her body instinctively released her scent pheromones.

The fresh fragrance of jasmine after rain drifted from the back of her neck.

Yan Lingshu’s hand, which was gripping the sachet, paused. The Qianyuan’s scent pheromones were completely different from what she remembered. This scent smelled light and gentle, yet it fused with her own scent extremely quickly.

For the first time, her body did not reject a Qianyuan’s scent pheromones. It even longed to receive more.

In the air, the Qianyuan and Kunze’s scent pheromones matched deeply. The originally tart fragrance of green plum fruit turned sweet and cloying. Yu Qingci’s throat was parched to the extreme. Her gaze moved on its own from Yan Lingshu’s brows and eyes down to her rosy, full vermilion lips.

The beauty’s red lips parted slightly, and the breath she exhaled was hot and lingering.

Yu Qingci leaned even lower, close enough that the tips of their noses touched. Their restrained, ragged breaths could no longer be hidden.

The Qianyuan’s scent pheromones shattered the final line of defense, and the sachet slipped from Yan Lingshu’s hand.

The red candles flickered, and their scorching breaths tangled together.

Yu Qingci had never imagined that one day, she would have an erotic dream. In the dream, the entire process was complete and every detail was clear. It even repeated over and over several times, only finally stopping when dawn was near.

When she woke from the dream, the sky was already bright. Yu Qingci stared blankly at the crimson bed canopy above her. Intricate and delicate patterns were embroidered across it, and a faintly sweet fragrance lingered all around her, both unfamiliar and familiar.

Yu Qingci froze for a long while. With just the slightest movement of her hand, she could feel the smooth, soft skin beneath her palm.

Almost stiffly, Yu Qingci turned her head to look. The beauty lying in her arms had both eyes tightly closed, her brows faintly furrowed. Her long, feather-like lashes drooped down, damp with tears, and tear tracks still hung on her face.

Looking farther down, she could see that the woman’s jade-white skin had been bullied into a vivid flush all over, and the fingerprints on both sides of her waist were especially obvious. With a light breath, one could smell the dense fragrance of jasmine. That scent seemed to have seeped into every inch of the woman in her arms, soaking her thoroughly inside and out.

Yu Qingci immediately closed her eyes and fiercely pinched her own palm. Only after preparing herself mentally for quite a while did she open her eyes again.

The moment she opened them and saw the distinct finger marks on the woman’s neck, the last trace of hope in her heart shattered with a snap.

It was over! She really had transmigrated into the book!

Everything last night had not been a dream at all. She knew it—how could someone who had been single since birth for so many years have such a strange erotic dream?

As much as she had tossed and turned in the “dream,” that was how despairing she felt now.

Yan Lingshu hated the approach of Qianyuan most of all, let alone being marked.

In the original book, she had never allowed Yu Qingci to truly mark her. Even the so-called Qianyuan scent pheromones on her body had been a false impression she created with incense.

In the book, every single Qianyuan who had ever developed covetous thoughts toward Yan Lingshu had met a miserable end without exception.

And she had not only temporarily marked Yan Lingshu, but had also arrived at such an unfortunately timed moment.

The more Yu Qingci looked at the bruised marks choked onto Yan Lingshu’s neck, the more she felt her death was approaching.

She carefully tried to withdraw the hand wrapped around Yan Lingshu’s waist, but her fingertips trembled and accidentally brushed against the woman’s waist. The person in her arms suddenly moved.

Yu Qingci instantly went rigid.

She had been observing Yan Lingshu’s expression the entire time, and now she clearly saw the woman’s lowered lashes slowly lift. Those doe eyes, which Yu Qingci had made cry last night, were veiled in a misty haze from just waking in the morning as they looked straight at her.

Yu Qingci held her breath and did not dare move. Yan Lingshu’s gaze landed precisely on her eyes. Perhaps it was only an illusion, but Yu Qingci felt that this look was extremely cold, so cold that she thought Yan Lingshu would order her subordinates to drag her out and tear her apart with five horses in the next moment.

Yet in the next instant, the woman’s damp lashes trembled, and a hint of timidity suddenly appeared in her eyes. Her lips parted, and she called out in an extremely soft and gentle voice, “Qingci.”

Yu Qingci’s heart suddenly skipped a beat.