Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

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The clean, white, and neatly arranged single bed in the military camp had the edges of the sheet meticulously tucked under the mattress.

A ray of warm white light pierced through the gap between the two overlapping curtains.

Half of the liquid was sprinkled on the girl's lower abdomen and the back of her hand that was tightly clutching the sheet, while the other half was sprinkled on the girl's fluffy long hair that was sunk into the pillow.

Suddenly, the girl on the bed began to heave, like a drowning person surfacing, gasping for breath, and then opened her brown, amber eyes.

Her vision was as if it were covered with a layer of frosted glass.

My gaze drifted unreal to the ceiling chandelier, and only gradually cleared as my breathing became steady.

Xia Yangyang suddenly threw off the covers and ran downstairs, pulling the curtains open with a "whoosh".

Her lips were dry, and her steps were hurried and unsteady.

Her gaze darted up, down, left, and right, following the stretchers of the medical arks being carried in, until a sturdy figure came into view. Her lips tightened, then opened again.

Soft sobs escaped from her throat, impossible to suppress.

Xia Yangyang's neck sank in, her hands bracing against the glass, her lantern-sleeved pajamas slipping loosely down to her forearms.

"Fortunately, it's not too late to salvage everything in this life... Does that make you feel better?" A hoarse yet gentle voice from the spatial ring crept into her ears along the threads of her spiritual energy.

"..."

"I was afraid you would be misled by the power of the Time Necklace and go astray, and I was also afraid you would distrust me and be beaten to it by the interstellar overlord... I had too many things to consider, I'm sorry... It's all over now, Yangyang."

Xia Yangyang, inside the spatial ring, held the single thread of spiritual energy in her hands.

While seemingly patiently, gently, and apologetically waiting for the other party's response, there is actually no room for maneuver.

If she could get her current self to heed her advice without unlocking the data, she would definitely try every means to keep the data blocked by the system far away from her.

But she knows herself too well.

She won't turn back until she hits a brick wall.

She can't do this alone; she needs the help of herself in this life, and she needs to stand on a clear front with herself.

Therefore, she has to race against time.

She had to risk being discovered by the Time and Space Administration to entrust fragmented memories of her past life to her present self in her dreams.

She had to shamelessly exploit her curiosity and her stubbornness to lure this obstinate girl here as soon as possible.

In this way, she can sever everything before she develops feelings for the male protagonist in this life.

This seemingly hopeless situation can be revived.

"You tell me, we're both idiots, why did we waste our lives on matters of the heart in both our lives?"

Xia Yangyang's sobs were tinged with self-mockery. She raised the corners of her mouth, looked up and then down again, and finally wiped away her tears forcefully.

"because……"

The voice in the spatial ring hesitated for a long time before Xia Yangyang burst into laughter through her tears: "I was just venting, you don't need to answer me seriously."

"…oh."

Xia Yangyang's eyelashes were wet, and her thumb brushed against a distant military uniform through the glass: "There's just one thing I don't understand."

"You say it," Xia Yangyang said.

Xia Yangyang: "If I wanted to go back to the past, what beloved person could I exchange for the time necklace?"

The words "my beloved" came out of her mouth as if from another world.

Countless scenes from the past flashed through her mind. In her previous life, she had retraced her time so many times, and from beginning to end, only Lu Feng had sacrificed himself because of the time necklace.

The person she tried her best to save in her previous life.

How could they possibly sacrifice themselves for this in this lifetime?

Xia Yangyang seemed to have anticipated her question: "I understand you. I wouldn't advise you to go there if you didn't have a perfectly prepared exchange."

"What are you exchanging them for?"

"A person's soul."

"Was that something you brought from your past life?"

"Um."

"Whose soul? Lu Feng's? You brought his from his previous life with you?"

A silent laugh escaped from Xia Yangyang's chest. She shook her head, her lips pursed, and became even more open under Xia Yangyang's gaze.

"The soul of someone who should have died long ago," Xia Yangyang said.

Xia Yangyang frowned. Precisely because she understood herself, she was even more unsure of "her" thoughts. She turned her head to look out the window.

Xia Yangyang didn't say anything more. Her gaze, like water flowing with sand and stones, followed her gaze down to the tall man with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.

*

The person being watched seemed to sense something was amiss, paused slightly, and suddenly turned around, looking towards a certain floor of the command center.

The window was empty; there was nothing there.

"What's wrong, General?" asked the adjutant who was recording battle damage data.

Lu Feng handed the wreckage of the enemy ship in his hand to his adjutant.

"Contact a few worker insects to move this wreckage to the weapons research lab and hand it over to Dr. Monel."

The adjutant was suddenly pressed to the ground by the weight.

The black leather military boots strode quickly away, and the adjutant anxiously called after Lu Feng's retreating figure, "Where are you going, General!"

"I'm going back to the command post, I'll be right back." Lu Feng's figure disappeared around the corner.

Her Majesty the Queen has awakened.

He had drawn the curtains before leaving the house, but now they were open.

*

Lu Feng knocked three times and pushed the door open to go inside.

The bedding on the bed was pulled back, and there was no one on either side. The nutrient solution that had been kept warm was also placed untouched on the table.

The sunlight settled quietly inside the room.

"Your Majesty?" Lu Feng tried calling out to those around him.

There was no response.

Lu Feng sat down by the bed, his shirt sleeves rolled up to the middle of his forearms, revealing smooth and firm muscle lines, with faint blue veins visible through the skin.

He smoothed out her white pajamas with blue embroidery, which she had changed out of, and he was also smoothing out his own thoughts.

Every time he went to a base, he would prepare a nightgown for her so that she wouldn't be without comfortable clothes to wear when she stayed at his place.

He folded his pajamas into a neat square and placed them beside his pillow.

Her Majesty the Queen came in haste and left in haste.

The capital suffered heavy losses, and the reconstruction of the base required a leader to oversee it even more than this place. He was already grateful that she could come to see him.

But why couldn't she tell him before she left? He's not some jealous woman who can't tell what's important; he wouldn't stop her from leaving.

Lu Feng's dim gaze fell on the desk directly opposite the bed.

A moment later, his gaze shifted downwards.

Noticing something, his scattered gaze focused on one spot, and his brow furrowed slightly.

He suddenly stood up, walked to the table, and rubbed the gray mark on the ground with the tip of his leather shoe. The mark was pressed under the table leg, but not completely covered. Only when the table leg was moved would such a mark be left.

He then noticed a few drops of water hanging from the edge of the thermos on the table.

The water in the thermos was only a little over half full, as if it had been shaken and was hanging on the edge of the container.

A sense of unease suddenly crept in.

There was something he had stored in a hidden box behind his desk.

Lu Feng gripped the edge of the table with both hands and quickly moved the table away.

His breathing quickened slightly the instant he saw the scene behind the table.

The security box has been violently damaged.

The item hidden inside had disappeared and been replaced with a water cup of the same weight, thus preventing the pressure alarm at the bottom from being triggered.

The interlaced infrared beams positioned at the entrance of the dark box showed no abnormalities whatsoever.

Lu Feng slowly stood up, his back straight, his gaze fixed on the window, his expression becoming serious and complex.

Her Majesty the Queen took it.

The room remained quiet.

But his intuition foresaw that some kind of change was about to happen, making him feel as if a thousand-pound stone was weighing on his chest.

He immediately swipes the Star Brain on his wrist, and a glowing blue projection screen appears in front of him, showing that the person he is waiting to send a message to is—Her Majesty the Empress.

*

"Your Majesty, this direction doesn't seem to lead us back to the capital."

"I'm tired, I want to walk around."

Xia Yangyang sat on the spaceship with her eyes closed, resting. Her fingertips stroked the compass in her hand again and again, which had already developed a patina of patina.

They were sailing in the direction the compass pointed—the Ruins of Time.

Suddenly, Xia Yangyang's wrist-worn brain vibrated. She opened her eyes and saw a call popping up in her brown eyes.

The longer the call lasted, the tighter Xia Yangyang's lips became.

She seemed ready to connect at any moment.

But even after the communication went dark, the green connect button was not swiped down.

The starbrain was detached from the snow-white wrist, thrown out of the window, and disappeared behind the stern along with a trail of white smoke.

The wind howled in like blades, only to be blocked by the rapidly rolled-up glass.

The spaceship remained deathly silent from beginning to end.

The driver witnessed everything in the rearview mirror, and his heart jumped into his throat.

Her Majesty the Empress, mood: gloomy.

Oh no, oh no, oh no! It must be because General Lu is too rigid and hasn't served His Majesty well.

Oh dear, what a disaster!

A message came through the earpiece from General Lu. The pilot cautiously leaned forward: "Your Majesty, General Lu has sent me a message. Should I... answer it?"

Although it is unknown who just communicated with Her Majesty the Queen, it is clear that Her Majesty's attitude towards communication is extremely unfriendly.

In the rearview mirror, the Queen's face was covered by her sleeve, but her voice sounded extremely impatient.

"He always makes a fuss over nothing. He's probably here to question me because he can't find me. If he finds out where I am, how can I ever relax?"

The driver was a sensible person; he nodded quickly and hung up the call.

But after a moment's thought, he sent a message to General Lu: Her Majesty the Empress has gone out for a stroll, General, please do not worry.

A moment later, a message came from the interstellar brain: [Send me the itinerary.]