The Hybrid Alpha

"Willow Ye, do you even realize your mistake?" A robust male roar, intermingled with the sting of a whip against flesh, jolted Willow out of her daze.

Her eyes snapped open, and she was about to retort to whoever dared to lay a hand on her when she was struck by the sight before her. It was an ancient, elegantly decorated room, with rows of bright red candles, and figures dressed in traditional attire kneeling on both sides. Red curtains hung from the beams, and the beads of a curtain chimed from the residual force of the whip.

Cups and saucers were scattered across the floor, wine cups lay haphazardly, and the air was thick with the scent of alcohol, a testament to the debauchery that followed a grand feast.

Ten paces away from her, two men with painted eyebrows and exposed clothing knelt, trembling as they pleaded for mercy.

Willow was bewildered. Where was she? Hadnt she just been in a car accident?

Before she could voice her question, the elderly man before her, seemingly displeased with her attitude, readied another whip.

Willow, not fully grasping the situation, was not about to idly receive a beating. As she prepared to dodge, a figure suddenly enveloped her, shielding her from the blow.

A soft groan sounded by her ear, and as Willow looked up, she saw the mans face. He was a young man, bright as jade, and as valiant as a pine.

The candlelight revealed his complexion, pale as if lacking blood, but this in no way detracted from the aura of elegance between his brows. Instead, it highlighted his ink-like eyebrows and clear eyes, so clear that one could distinctly perceive the fleeting disgust in his gaze...

If he felt such disgust, why would he shield her?

Willow pushed him away, "Who..."

She wanted to ask who he was, but was interrupted again by the old man, "Marcus, get up. Why are you still protecting her?"

Marcus?

The name sounded so familiar.

The man named Marcus also let go of her and turned, kneeling upright with a sincere attitude, "Father-in-law, please calm down. The county princess is young and impulsive; it was not intentional. Please give her another chance to reform."

The old man was clearly furious, the whip in his hand whistling through the air, "Young? Shes already seventeen. Others her age are already virtuously managing the household and assisting their husbands. Yet she dares to be so outrageous!"

"Her usual disobedience is one thing, but today she dared, she dared..."

The words summoned male courtesans were too indecent for a father to utter, and his face turned red with anger, "In any case, get up and dont protect her. Today, I must teach her a lesson."

Marcus did not rise, still pleading for her.

Amidst their argument, Willows brow throbbed incessantly.

County princess, Marcus, father-in-law...

Arent these characters from the male-centric harem fantasy novel "Rise of the Power Minister" she had read on a whim a few days ago?

Suddenly, a flood of images surged in her mind, memories seemingly forced in, jumbled and chaotic. But Willow quickly pieced together the current situation from the fragmented scenes.

She had time-traveled, into the body of the cannon fodder ex-wife, Lady Willow Ye, who always looked down on the male protagonist in the book.

The book followed the old, mainly about the protagonist who suffered after his family fell into hardship, gritted his teeth and secretly strived, and finally became the top scholar.

But before he could be proud, he was framed for plagiarism, not only losing his title but also falling into prison. At this point, he met the second important person in his life, Duke Wellington.

The Duke saved him with only one purpose: he hoped that after the protagonist was wronged, he would marry his eldest daughter, whose reputation was already bad.

How bad was "bad"? Visiting brothels, summoning male courtesans, listening to songs and watching operas, teasing good family men, whatever could or couldnt be done, this girl had done it all...

The protagonist was released from prison to take the blame.

In the early stages of the protagonist, he was still a little white flower, grateful for the favor and obediently took on this pot, but he couldnt handle this eldest daughter who liked to "act."

Happy to slap you, unhappy to whip you, and hard to make his gratitude disappear.

Unable to divorce, the protagonist endured and worked hard, rising in power and wealth, and dying wife, and his career began to flourish, eventually becoming the youngest prime minister of Grand Wei.

At the same time, the harem plot also opened, and the cart could press on the face...

The routine is old, but its cool. Its a pity that Willow was more and more sad when she watched it.

Because she is not the protagonists white moonlight, nor is she a cinnabar mole, but the "wife" who rises in power and wealth and dies.

Thinking of the original bodys arrogant nature, because she looked down on the protagonist, all kinds of insulting behavior, and finally was tortured by the protagonist and strangled to death with a white silk, Willow felt the wound on her back hurt more.

She looked around with a headache.

At the moment, the original body is suffering from family law because of summoning male pets, and the protagonist who designed all this is pretending to plead for her.

According to the original book, Lady Willow Ye would rather die than admit her mistake and would scold the protagonist as a sinister villain. Later, her irritable father, Zenith Ye, would reward her with a whip, beating her unconscious.

But she must not follow the original book.

Because just a few whips, already painful, made her back like being roasted by fire.

So when Zenith Ye asked again, "Do you know if you are wrong?" she shouted, "I am not wrong!"

"You, you..." The Dukes hand was shaking with anger.

Willow performed as stubborn as the original body, "Am I not just calling two clever people into the house to sing opera for me?"

"Singing opera?"

"Yes, when my sister Xier came to visit me last time, she told me that the clever people in the Skyscraper Pavilion sing opera one by one. If you are bored, you can call them into the house to perform and relieve boredom."

"You punished me to be confined for a month, I was really bored, so I asked someone to find two actors, whats wrong with that?"

At this moment, Willow was glad that she had come a little earlier, and the original bodys outrageous words had not been said in time, giving her a chance to explain.

She was also glad that Zenith Ye was impatient, and he didnt ask anything when he came in and saw the scene.

Hearing this, Zenith Ye stopped the whip in his hand, "Is it Xier who told you they are opera singers?"

Willow sniffed, "Yes, besides, they are painted eyebrows and powder, what else are they?"

In the original book, the Skyscraper Pavilion is indeed introduced by the half-sister of the same father and different mother who harbors ulterior motives, but she knows what it does, just to humiliate Marcus Sullivan.

But now she doesnt care, as long as she doesnt admit it, Zenith Ye will definitely believe it.

Because there is no father who will speculate on his child with the greatest malice.

Especially Zenith Ye is still a kind father, even if the original body has done all kinds of things to death, he can indulge her, let alone in this kind of "misunderstanding" situation.

As expected, after hearing these words, Zenith Yes expression gradually became heavy and tangled, and he wanted to speak but stopped.

Marcus Sullivans clear