Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

House of Representatives.

Before the verdict was announced, everyone's tense and heavy mood was like a spring that had been compressed to its limit, but this spring was instantly released after Arthur left.

The excitement and shouting were even louder than during the trial.

As the wait continued, the discontent among the lawmakers grew. Some walked out to stand with their party representatives, while others sought pressure from the media…

"Are we just going to wait here and let the meeting be suspended because of a single sentence from the old Master of Fate?" "Master Fate is too old to distinguish right from wrong." "Since this is a public hearing, the public has the right to know."

Until someone brought the scattered arguments together.

He was a general who looked as tall and imposing as Arthur, with his knee-high boots standing straight, and countless badges on his left breast signifying his distinguished military status.

He had remained silent until this moment, when he stood up and strode to the center of the hall.

He stood facing the members of Congress, the light casting a shadow on his face as he looked at each one.

The chaos in the hall miraculously stopped.

"Fellow countrymen, the democracy of the Zerg was won with the blood and sweat of our ancestors. This democratic power is not in the hands of General Arthur, nor in the hands of Lord Fate, but in the hands of every member of parliament representing the state or county they lead."

From a certain angle, his speaking speed, tone, and the angle at which his chin was raised even bore a resemblance to Arthur.

"Lord Si Ming is indeed highly respected, and we admire him, but this respect has nothing to do with the will of the Zerg people." He then turned to the Speaker on the platform, "The voting results are in, and the outcome is irreversible. Please, Speaker, pronounce our verdict."

The speaker wore a chain-link brass watch and tightened his grip on the pocket watch.

Nearly two hours have passed.

When he looked up again, he still wore a flawless, diplomatic smile: "As General Arthur is a key figure in this impeachment, according to the law, we must wait for his return before we can announce the verdict."

Someone below shouted angrily, "The law doesn't allow an impeached employee to leave without permission!"

"The impeachment process has been underway for three days; that's a drop in the ocean for you all," the Speaker said, maintaining his composure. "Since the outcome is already decided, what harm is there in waiting a little longer?"

"Besides, none of us can erase the general's contributions to the Zerg. A general who has dedicated himself to the Zerg deserves a dignified dismissal."

After saying this, the speaker closed his eyes, turned around, and bent one hand behind his back, holding the final verdict in a white silk glove covering his fingers.

The House of Representatives fell into a moment of silence.

Even when they speak out again, their words are like wheat fields after autumn, their sharpness and intensity concealed.

Why don't they acknowledge the general's contributions?

The accident fifteen years ago, in which an undercover agent stole the Queen's egg, was a serious dereliction of duty by General Arthur. However, they did not hold him accountable and only asked him to find the lost Queen.

But as time went on, five years, ten years, fifteen years... the lack of the Queen's throne for fifteen years caused unprecedented difficulties that could not be replaced by respect for Admiral Arthur.

If it weren't for General Arthur's tough measures to suppress the discontent of the lower classes and his refusal to explain the Queen's whereabouts... how could they have driven the general, whom they once regarded as a god, to this point?

"You're back!" someone suddenly shouted.

"The general is back!" someone shouted again.

The low murmurs in the hall subsided. The officers standing in front of the speaker remained in their original positions, and the small groups of twenty or thirty people, instead of returning to their seats, turned around to look at the source of the noise.

The two large red oak doors slowly opened, the sound like the meshing of some ancient gears.

Sunlight streamed in from outside, illuminating the red carpet on the lobby floor.

Arthur walked in.

He was tall and upright, his military uniform seemed even more taut, his shoulder straps and medals on his chest gleamed with metallic luster, his face was resolute and handsome, with distinct features, and his deep eyes held a calmness and determination tempered by the baptism of war.

The moment they stepped into the conference hall, the SSS-level high-level mental pressure they released froze the air.

All eyes were fixed on him, and they swallowed nervously, as if only now remembering how terrifyingly powerful the person before them was.

Arthur smiled slightly, a smile that exuded confidence and composure, yet it did nothing to diminish the oppressive atmosphere that filled the hall.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to introduce a new friend to you."

His deep, penetrating voice couldn't hide the hint of pride.

New friend? What new friend?

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, while the sharp-eyed councilor noticed that Arthur's left hand, covered by a black leather glove, was gentlemanly and firmly supporting a delicate, snow-white hand.

Suddenly, the imposing figure of the general before them swayed slightly.

They gracefully and dignifiedly stepped aside.

The entire act demonstrated absolute respect and loyalty, dedicating his entire faith to those who came after him.

The person who finally appeared before everyone took two steps forward.

That is……

The councilor closest to the door was the first to widen his eyes.

He opened his mouth wide, but no sound came out, and the impeachment document he was reviewing fell to the ground.

The closest members of parliament suddenly stood up, wanting to react, but froze in astonishment.

A sense of shock swept through the hall.

Then, this shock, like a tidal wave, surged towards everyone from near to far.

The sounds of tables and chairs being moved filled the hall.

Everyone stood up—

The heels of shoes, unique to females, are high and thin.

From the tiny diamonds perfectly set at the bottom of the heels, to the layers of deep blue long skirt, the sapphires set on the silver belt buckle... and then to the delicate ruffles on the outer robe cuffs.

Above her fair, gracefully curved shoulders and neck was a face that left everyone in awe.

The black edges of those eyes were pale gray, resembling moonstones, and the shimmering light was mesmerizing.

She walked toward the high platform of the House of Representatives.

"It's Your Majesty!!" "Your Majesty the Empress!!" "We've waited so many years, waaaaah!!!" "Your Majesty the Empress has finally returned!"

Members of parliament on both sides of the steps, shouting excitedly, surged toward the central red carpet like waves, only to be pushed back by the railings, leaving them with nothing but their arms, papers, pens, and top hats sticking out over the railings.

Xia Yangyang slowly ascended the high platform, having endured two lifetimes, more than three thousand torments, and fifteen years of slumber.

At this moment, she no longer needs to act deliberately; a powerful aura, honed by the years, naturally emanates from her.

The smile that lifted the corners of her lips was just right.

Too much is too gentle, too little is too harsh.

It perfectly displays impeccable elegance and absolute majesty.

Her red lips parted slightly, and her clear, melodious voice floated above the almost collapsing cries of the House of Representatives.

"Gentlemen, it's been a long time."

*

(Bonus episode: Daily life of an insect)

In the Zerg race, nothing is more important than branching out.

If so, it would be to produce offspring for Her Majesty the Queen.

After the internal strife was largely quelled, His Majesty's close advisors held the first husband-selection dance for His Majesty.

Each queen's principal husband is recognized by the Zerg as the most powerful male, but in addition to the principal husband, the queen will have ten to fifteen secondary husbands, each of whom is outstanding and possesses both wisdom and courage.

This ball has also invited young talents from various prominent families, so one can imagine what a dazzling and competitive scene it will be.

The mere fact that the Queen danced with at the beginning of the performance was enough to generate a lot of buzz...

The above is what the noblewoman who takes care of her describes to her with shining eyes.

In reality, when she sat on the throne directly in front of the hall where the ball was being held, everything was quite different from what the little female had described.

She stared at Arthur, the only one wearing a pure white dress coat.

The other person stood gracefully to the side below the stage, one hand behind his back and the other hanging naturally at his side. The velvet lapel and handmade bow tie accentuated his extraordinary handsome face.

He's like a character cut out of a picture.

No matter how glamorous someone's appearance is, they will immediately pale in comparison when they stand next to him.

The overwhelming SSS-level high-level mental pressure emanating from it instilled fear in all males.

With the ball about to begin in a quarter of an hour and still no second candidate arriving, the low murmurs around them began to rise.

A close confidant in charge of the ball ran up to Xia Yangyang, sweating profusely, holding a roster, and whispered something in her ear.

"Your Majesty, the heir of the Hollis family has developed a rash on his face; the eldest son of the Dali family twisted his back during training in the army yesterday; the Earl of Benjamin's medical examination report confirmed that he is infertile; and Admiral Arthur's younger brother, Aaron, broke his leg last night while repairing a cat tree..."

The names on the roster were crossed out one by one.

In the end, only a name remained, written in black and white, striking and eye-catching, just as it was given to its owner.

Arthur Hartman.

What a coincidence! All the other candidates were sick that day, and he was the only one standing there looking healthy and vibrant?

Xia Yangyang raised her hand, indicating that she didn't need her ministers to continue.

A trusted advisor cautiously asked, "Your Majesty, perhaps... we could broaden the selection criteria?"

Xia Yangyang: "No need, isn't there still one who hasn't lost an arm or a leg?"

Her eyelashes were lowered as she looked at Arthur, her light gray pupils having edges that resembled ink wash.

Arthur felt the burning gaze from the throne and met it without any shame, revealing a perfectly harmless smile.

This is no coincidence; it's clearly the empress arbitrarily asserting her dominance.

The courtiers, seeing Admiral Arthur looking in their direction, felt immense pressure and retreated dejectedly.

System: [You're finished.]

Xia Yangyang raised an eyebrow: [How come I didn't know?]

System: [This is your first public appearance. Do you know how many eyes are watching you dance? Can you dance?]

Xia Yangyang: [No.]

System: [So you're finished. You're going to embarrass yourself.]

The opening bell rang precisely on time, and all the Zerg nobles who had come to attend the ball fell silent, looking toward the protagonist of this ball in the main hall.

In my memory, General Arthur was always a sharp figure with a decisive and ruthless approach, but today he was different. Dressed in a pure white suit, he transformed his aloofness into a noble and gentle demeanor.

The gold buttons gleamed under the light, and a medal symbolizing royal honor adorned his chest.

He walked toward the throne, each step exuding composure.

After standing still, he bowed slightly, placed his right hand on his chest, and performed a standard courtly salute.

"Your Majesty, the ball tonight shines even brighter because of your radiance." His voice was deep and clear, and his smile carried a hint of respect.

Xia Yangyang looked down at those dark eyes, her respect masking a possessiveness as deep as an abyss.

"May I have the honor of inviting you to dance with me, to express my respect and admiration?"