The Transmigrator's Mistake

I looked around at the unfamiliar faces and frowned.

No wonder I had not seen any of the old household staff. My dear younger brother had truly lost all sense. He had been so enthralled by this jealous woman that he had dismissed Cedric, who had served him for more than a decade.

When Lydia saw me fall silent, she grew even more arrogant. "Today is my wedding day, so I won't make things difficult for you. Beg on your knees and apologize to me, then swear you'll never appear before the prince again. Then, I won't expose this matter. Otherwise, it's not my fault for doing what duty demands. Impersonating royalty is a capital crime. Even the Queen Mother won't be able to save House Upton!"

With that, she led the guards toward me. Her sharp nails dug hard into my arm. The maids and senior attendants beside me were stopped by the guards in their tracks, and Edwin was sweating all over from anxiety.

"Stop! How dare you disrespect Princess Sophia! Stop this at once!" He yelled. But a guard kicked Edwin to the ground with so much force that he coughed out blood just a split second later.

My eyes widened before I raised my hand and slapped Lydia on the face with all I had. "You dare cross such a line? You deserve this! I already told you I am not Sylvia! Since you don't believe me, go to the front hall and ask Alaric who I truly am!"

But Lydia would never let her imagined rival meet Alaric so easily. Touching her red cheek, Lydia kicked hard at the back of my knee with a furious expression on her face. "You wench! Even now you're still thinking of seducing the prince?! Your intentions are as clear as day! You won't see the prince today!

"You refused my mercy and chose the hard way instead… How dare you strike me, Prince Alaric's wife? Someone, strip off her clothes and throw her into the streets! Women in this backward age care most about their virtue, correct? I'll make it so bad for you that you have no way out other than to hide in a convent!"

I was kicked hard to the ground, and my face was bruised from Lydia's slaps. When I saw the maid beside her reach for my belt, rage burned inside of me. "You dare?! Lydia, I will make Alaric's entire household pay for what you've done!"

Lydia laughed and shook her head, her eyes full of contempt. "What? Still unwilling to give up the fake princess act? Alaric can only ever be mine no matter how you threaten me. Don't even dream of stealing him away."

With that, she personally tore open my outer gown and laughed with glee. "I'm an expert at such intrigue. You're no match for me at all. No matter what schemes you use, I'll easily see through them. You would have been better off groveling and begging me to spare you instead of going against me!"

I struggled hard, biting the inside of my mouth until it was bloody and torn. "Let go of me! His Majesty won't spare you! My mother won't spare you either!"

Lydia was not afraid. Instead, she smiled mockingly. "So what? The prince said he would protect me. Even if I killed a little wench like you, nothing would happen to me. I am the woman the prince married. What can a mere merchant's daughter use to fight me?"

Lydia tore my clothes completely open as everyone watched. Lydia picked up a quill and walked toward me with a provocative smile as my maids and senior attendants desperately tried to stop her.

"What a beautiful figure. What a pity it has to be marked with the word harlot. This is a special alchemical ink that won't fade. You better remember this humiliation well, you fake princess. Don't seduce men you should never covet again!"

I gritted my teeth and glared at Lydia. Just as she was about to lower the quill, the maid I had sent out stumbled over in a panic and shielded me behind her. "Don't be afraid, Your Highness. Prince Alaric is here!"

Alaric, dressed in his wedding suit, frowned as he stepped into the inner courtyard. After looking around, his shocked gaze landed on me. "Why is it so lively here among the ladies? What happened here?"