Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

"Your Majesty's swordsmanship is incredibly powerful and masterful. I am deeply honored to witness such superb swordsmanship," Arthur said politely, extending his hand first.

With a clang, the sword was sheathed, and the sword of power lost its last trace of red light.

As if only then noticing a visitor, the man turned around to look.

Xin Fuxiao had distinct facial features and high cheekbones. His warrior attire made him appear rugged and unconventional.

He took two steps forward, grasped Arthur's hand, and let out a hearty laugh: "Hahaha, you flatter me. This sword technique is called 'Flying Goose Reflecting Snow,' named after my wife."

Xia Yangyang looked at Madam Xin.

Madam Xin seemed to have long been accustomed to her husband's high profile; her eyebrows were often curved, and her smile resembled that of a little Maitreya Buddha.

She stepped forward and introduced, "Ah Xiao, this is General Arthur Hartman of Nidara, and this is Miss Xia Yangyang, a close advisor to His Majesty the Zerg."

Xin Fuxiao's gaze first fell on Arthur's face, then slid to Xia Yangyang, his eyes lingering on her face for half a second.

In just half a second, Xia Yangyang also became lifeless, unable to fake any smile, her lips pressed into a thin line.

Fortunately, the gaze then shifted back to Arthur.

Xin Fuxiao was extremely surprised: "So you are two distinguished guests!"

Arthur smiled slightly: "No need for formalities. I have long heard that Xuan Nanxing is a vast and resource-rich land, integrating the ancient and the modern. Seeing it today, it is truly an eye-opener."

Xin Fuxiao hurriedly bowed with shame: "What ancient and modern knowledge? I'm just a rough farmer. As for me, I've long admired Your Majesty and the General's names and have always wanted to meet you in person, but I've been too busy with planetary affairs to pay you a visit..."

Xin Fuxiao was quite surprised to learn that the visitors were the Zerg Emperor's close minister and General Arthur Hartman. He treated them with great hospitality, inviting them to stay for a meal, and offered them tea instead of wine, punishing himself by drinking three cups as an apology for his poor hospitality.

After the two sat down, Arthur asked Xin Fuxiao about the meteor shower that had occurred the day before, how to settle the injured people in the disaster, how to rebuild after the disaster, and what kind of disaster relief was needed.

Xin Fuxiao offered some of his suggestions, and Arthur remained humble and respectful throughout.

Xin Fuxiao made no attempt to hide his admiration for Arthur's manners and conversation, so he shared his knowledge with him generously. The two had a very pleasant conversation and quickly established a foundation of friendly relations.

Xia Yangyang rested her chin on her hand, looking at the red sword lying quietly on the sword rack directly in front of her.

Outside the banquet hall, the midday sun, which had climbed to the very center, slanted in through the beaded curtain.

They remained in the shadows, except for the sword, which was exposed to the light.

30 minutes ago.

If you were to ask her, "Do you believe that one day you will sit at the same table as an interstellar overlord and chat about everything under the sun?"

She would never believe it, not even if you killed her.

But the fact is, she did it.

There was no intense hatred or restlessness as she had imagined; only the boundless tranquility of a weary and weathered prisoner after being freed from his shackles.

But... wouldn't letting go of all hatred be a betrayal of the suffering in the past?

There are only 5 minutes left.

With a long time to go before the food was served, Xia Yangyang excused herself to go to the restroom and left the table.

Arthur saw her leave but did not stop her.

She followed the directions given by the system and found her way to the kitchen. The huge monarch's mansion only had seven or eight servants.

Madam Xin was carrying a small dish of side dishes on her way to the banquet hall.

The two bumped into each other.

"Miss Xia?" Madam Xin was taken aback, then smiled broadly. "The layout of the mansion is complicated. Where do you want to go? I'll take you there."

Xia Yangyang lowered her eyes: "Madam, there's something I've been thinking about for a long time, and I can't figure it out. May I ask you for your advice?"

Seeing that she was in a bad mood, Madam Xin quickly handed the side dishes to the servants who came later to deliver them, and pulled her to sit down next to an old peach tree.

"What happened?"

"Madam, I've heard that His Majesty loves you very much. If one day His Majesty faces a dilemma and has to choose between you and his people, what do you think... he would choose?"

"Miss Xia, you must have heard a lot of rumors on your way here." Madam Xin smiled like a little Buddha again. She shook her head, "But actually, that's not the case. The people of Xuan Nanxing love and respect A Xiao, regarding him as the guardian deity of their generations of peace."

"I serve Ah Xiao every day and know how much he has sacrificed behind the scenes to live up to this trust. I also understand that as the ruler of a country, he is destined not to be bound by love and affection. The happiness of his people is above all else."

"..."

"The answer to your question came the moment I stood by his side. It's already difficult enough for two people to simply love each other. I won't let him face this difficult choice. I'm willing to step aside."

Xia Yangyang: "What if he hadn't chosen his people, but had chosen you?"

Madam Xin: "That's definitely not the case."

"I mean, what if? What if he chose you?"

"If he chooses me..." Madam Xin's expression was not happy; instead, as she pondered for a while, it gradually turned ashen. "Then he will probably be in a lot of pain."

"You can help him in times like this."

"How can I help?"

"He can obtain a sword that no one can rival, but it requires the life of his beloved to exchange for it."

"I..." Madam Xin's tightly furrowed brows suddenly relaxed, and she blinked. "Oh? Miss Xia, I've discovered you have a very rich imagination!"

Xia Yangyang: "Yes, I do have a little bit."

Madam Xin said with a hint of helplessness, "If Miss Xia has nothing else to do, I have to go deliver the vegetables. The General and Ah Xiao have been waiting long enough."

Madam Xin tried to get up, but her body tilted to one side and she couldn't get up at all. A sloth was wrapped around her arm, and its big, grape-like eyes were sparkling with longing and thirst for knowledge.

"Just tell me, it won't take this long to make them starve."

Madam Xin hesitated for less than three seconds before giving in to her. When she sat down with her again, she pinched her cheek and spoke with a hint of helpless affection.

"Okay, you just said if there were a sword..."

"Um."

"I think I have no reason to refuse," Mrs. Xin said, resting her chin on her hand and looking up slowly at the blue sky.

"In fact, this should be a great honor for me to be A-Xiao's sword, to fight alongside him, to overcome all obstacles... When he is too exhausted to continue on the battlefield, he will pray to me, saying, 'Yingxue, please help me kill one more enemy.'"

Xia Yangyang's gaze towards the woman grew increasingly complicated: "Even if he used this sword to kill innocent people and destroy other people's homes?"

Madam Xin frowned: "He will go to hell."

Xia Yangyang: "You'll go to hell too."

"yes."

"Aren't you afraid?"

"With Ah Xiao by my side, I'm not afraid of anything."

Xia Yangyang felt the conversation had veered off-topic; she hadn't come here to listen to her love-struck nonsense: "That's not the point. The point is..."

"That's the key point," Mrs. Xin said. "The key point is that a sentence needs a period, and an event needs an ending."

"..."

Everything needs an ending.

Xia Yangyang was startled, as if something deep inside her heart had been touched.

Lady Xin continued, "Ah Xiao made the wrong choice between his people and me, but I can't help but wonder, what happened that forced him to make that choice? Was our homeland invaded? Was there war breaking out on all sides?"

"I willingly became the sword in his hand to alleviate his pain. This is the ending I chose, and I am content with it. But this is not Ah Xiao's ending."

"He will definitely use this power to take revenge... This process will likely be bloody... But ultimately, isn't he just searching for an ending that belongs to him? If he becomes unrecognizable in the process, I think it's because he desperately wants to write a satisfactory ending for that turbulent world."

"Although I firmly believe he could never do such a thing, if he really did, and hell were our final fate, I think it wouldn't be so bad~"

Madam Xin's voice is gentle and soft, giving people a feeling of telling a story in a gentle and detailed way, but upon closer listening, there is a kind of delicate and resilient strength that belongs only to women.

As Xia Yangyang listened, she became completely absorbed.

She leaned against Madam Xin's narrow but strong shoulders, feeling more relaxed than ever before.

White clouds drift lazily by.

A gust of wind blew by, and the peach blossoms fell with a rustling sound.

Xia Yangyang's gaze followed the falling petals, her thoughts drifting with Madam Xin towards the horizon.

"We'll be living on this earth for a very, very long time. I've heard that the Zerg seem to have even longer lifespans?"

"Yes, you have to live for three hundred years."

"Ah, it's been so long. It would be so painful if I couldn't have the courage and ability to write my own ending throughout this long life..."

The two chatted casually.

The servants carried dishes back and forth, their footsteps sparse, and no one disturbed the tranquility of the place.

When Madam Xin noticed something was wrong, she felt a sudden lightness in the weight on her shoulders.

She assumed the girl with the strange ideas had moved away, but after saying a few words and receiving no response, she turned to look at her side.

The scene before her left her momentarily at a loss.

The girl's body was transitioning from solid to ethereal, as light as a dream that would shatter at the slightest touch.

She remained in the same reclining posture, her eyes half-closed, a faint smile on her lips.

Madam Xin reached out to touch her but couldn't reach her. She was terrified and hurriedly called the servants around to summon Xin Fuxiao and Arthur. The harmonious and pleasing scene just moments before was suddenly shattered.

In the last two seconds before the phantom completely disappeared.

Xia Yangyang opened her half-closed eyes, looked past the maid's hair bun and Madam Xin's shoulder, and gazed in a predetermined direction.

Arthur stood there watching her from a distance.

I don't know when it started, but he's been standing there ever since.

The two people gazed at each other silently from a distance.

Arthur nodded slightly to her.

He remained as calm as ever, as if he wouldn't be swayed even if Mount Tai collapsed before him.

Xia Yangyang closed her eyes completely at ease, and a gust of wind blew, scattering the peach blossoms all over the ground.

*

They returned to their seats.

Of the four seats, only one was empty.

Seeing that no one else had returned, Xin Fuxiao asked Arthur, "Where did Miss Xia, His Majesty's close advisor, go?"

"She went back first." Arthur raised a glass to Xin Fuxiao, who was seated at the head of the table, with a polite smile. "I don't like wasting time. I usually speak up directly when I find a business opportunity worth cooperating with. I hope I haven't offended the head of state."

Xin Fuxiao immediately became interested upon hearing this, and leaned forward: "Of course not, General, please speak freely."

"My planet has many steep mountains, while your planet has many plains and hills. I am truly envious. Isn't it a pity that Your Majesty uses all this precious land for farmland?"

"Oh? What unique insights does the general have?"

"Our planet has a huge demand gap in light industry and is planning to build a number of new factories, but the project has been delayed due to terrain issues. If possible, I would like to build these factories on your planet's land... On the one hand, 15% of the profits from our factories can be paid as tax, which is a considerable income for your planet. On the other hand, your planet has scarce heavy metal resources. After establishing a cooperative relationship with our planet, you can get a reduction in tariffs on the heavy metals you import from our planet..."

Xin Fuxiao was already excited after hearing what Arthur said, and raised his glass with great enthusiasm, but he still sat down and bargained for a while: "If you agree to a 20% profit tax, the contract can be drafted right here at the dinner table!"

Arthur smirked, raised his glass, and drank first: "Pleasure doing business with you, Your Excellency."

Xin Fuxiao readily downed his drink in one gulp: "Pleasant to cooperate..."

The midday sun gradually began to set in the west.

The red sword, which had been quietly resting on the wall, slowly moved to the wine glasses the two men held aloft. As the glasses tilted, the liquid and shimmering light mingled...

Only when the previous era ends can the next era begin.