Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

The crystal chandelier casts a dazzling light, reflecting off the gold-trimmed walls.

All the Zerg eyes were focused on the throne.

The five females spent ten hours preparing Xia Yangyang's outfit for today.

Her bright red robe was as flamboyant as a raging fire, embroidered with intricate gold thread patterns, every stitch and every thread showcasing her majesty and power.

She sat gracefully on the throne, one hand supporting her chin, her fingertips lightly touching her cheek, her posture languid yet elegant.

Arthur will maintain the inviting gesture as long as she doesn't extend her hand.

But she hesitated to take any further action.

"Your Majesty," a close advisor whispered cautiously.

She glanced at it from the corner of her eye.

"You must accept Admiral Arthur's invitation and perform the first dance of the ball before the others can begin to dance," the courtier said.

Fearing Xia Yangyang might not accept it, he added, "General Arthur is your official husband, even if you don't dance with the General... it's already set in stone."

"Yes, I know," Xia Yangyang said calmly.

"So, what rude thing did I do?" Arthur leaned forward slightly, looking directly at Xia Yangyang, after hearing their conversation. "Did it make you dislike me?"

Her tone conveyed three parts grievance, three parts self-blame, and four parts poignant beauty.

What perfect words and tone! Even his handsome face showed the sadness of being abandoned. Even a dog on the street would want to give him a warm home.

But it's precisely because it's too perfect that people see through this exquisite disguise.

Skilled tea masters often only see the broth, not the bottom.

"No, I was just thinking about something," Xia Yangyang shook her head.

"What is it?"

"You invited me to dance, but it's just because of the rituals of the Zerg civilization. We will dance together, eat together, and talk about some semi-awkward, semi-refined topics while eating. Finally, you will wait for my kiss. Through the chemical reaction generated by the interaction of mental energy during the kiss, I will judge whether you are qualified to reproduce with me."

Her voice was clear and rational as she spoke, tapping the exquisite feather folding fan in one hand lightly against the palm of the other.

"So, you mean...?"

Xia Yangyang, sitting on the throne, suddenly leaned closer: "Why can't we skip the earlier steps and go straight to the last one?"

A feather folding fan studded with jewels arrogantly lifted his chin.

From this distance, Arthur could clearly see her skin as white and delicate as porcelain, her red lips opening and closing, and her nails, painted with a nutmeg color, were crystal clear and round, as if kissed by God.

He heard exclamations and envious voices coming from all directions.

I heard the pleasant tinkling sound of the wind blowing through the long tassels of the crystal chandelier.

I also heard the rapid, undeniable throbbing in my chest at that moment.

Arthur smiled, grasped the folding fan that was lifting his chin, and his fingertips lightly touched her hand. The two looked at each other with a meaningful gaze.

"Your Majesty is as decisive as I remember, but are you sure skipping those 'half-awkward, half-refined' steps won't make us miss some interesting details?"

His tone was gentle, as if he were testing her limits.

He leaned slightly closer, closing the distance between them, his voice almost a whisper: "After all, our first meeting was truly unforgettable... While procreation is important, a romantic and formal date is something to savor slowly, isn't it?"

His gaze lingered on her face as if admiring a work of art, yet it also carried an irresistible aggressiveness.

He paused for a moment, then smiled slightly: "Of course, if you insist, I'm happy to cooperate. But are you sure you're ready... for everything I have to offer?"

Xia Yangyang rested her elbow on his shoulder through her velvet sleeve, a hint of subtle defiance in her voice: "That's all? Have you forgotten who had the choice?"

The two people were very close to each other.

At this distance, every pore of Arthur's body seemed to breathe in the rich aroma of red wine emanating from her, with ripe blackberries and cherries intertwined, exuding a sweet and cloying fragrance.

Xia Yangyang heard the breathing beside her become rapid and deep, and the hand holding her folding fan loosened its grip.

The folding fan, now free of its grip, skillfully slid downwards, across his chest and abdomen, then circled around his abdomen before moving upwards, leaving a red mark on his fragile neck, and finally patting his left cheek twice.

"You look beautiful today, I love it." Her warm breath brushed against his ear.

Arthur's narrow eyes became glazed over; he was incredibly easy to bully.

"Is this your test?" he asked obediently.

"No." Xia Yangyang raised an eyebrow. "This is it."

She lowered her head and kissed his slightly parted lips.

It was a gentle kiss, and just that little bit of pheromones was enough to make him so drunk. If they were to actually kiss, he would probably get aroused. She didn't want too many people to see Arthur getting aroused.

However, just as she was about to stop after a brief taste, a pair of strong arms suddenly wrapped around her waist.

At the same time, he responded with a deeper kiss, which became passionate and lingering.

His hand slid down to her back, his fingertips gently caressing her, pulling her closer.

Xia Yangyang was startled and suddenly opened her eyes. This little guy didn't look drunk at all.

Arthur opened his eyes at that moment, his old fox-like eyes gleaming with cunning.

Their lips parted and their noses touched.

His voice was husky and pleasant: "Your Majesty, hasn't anyone told you that the purpose of pheromones is to arouse your husband, not to intoxicate him... even the smell of red wine won't work."

Xia Yangyang glared back angrily, "No, I've only been hatched for a month!"

How could I not be angry when the cool and aloof image I had built up over the past month collapsed?

But the cunning fellow was still chuckling in his ear, his voice deep and magnetic: "It's my fault, Professor. These things are indeed Masafu's responsibility..."

"Don't laugh, you—uh…"

Arthur kissed her again, more passionately than before.

Xia Yangyang's hands involuntarily climbed onto his shoulders, her fingertips exerting slight pressure, as if seeking some kind of support.

Their breaths mingled together, rapid and disordered.

Fifteen years of longing and yearning burst forth at this moment, fiercely attacking her and tearing at their hearts.

His lips moved back and forth, with a possessive quality, yet so tender it made one's heart tremble.

Xia Yangyang struggled to muster the last shred of her consciousness and pushed away his chest: "There are too many people here. You need to find a way to get me out of here."

"Look up."

Xia Yangyang stretched her neck, her hazy eyes scanning the surroundings. The palace doors were tightly closed, the interior was empty, and several candles had been blown out.

Where are they...?

Arthur gently raised his hand, his fingertips tracing her cheek, his movements so tender as if afraid of disturbing the tranquility of the moment.

"They wisely left when we first kissed, and now it's just the two of us."

Xia Yangyang turned her head and glared at him darkly: "Arthur...you're going to get a spanking."

Her skin warmed slightly under his touch, clearly showing her arousal, yet she insisted on lowering her voice to save face.

Arthur chuckled to himself.

"Want more?"

"Can't you be a little more perceptive?"

*

Daily life of a couple taking care of their child

Steaming hot tea poured from the exquisite spout, accompanied by exclamations of surprise from visitors.

With a "click," the teapot was placed back on the tea table. Xia Yangyang sat back on the soft leather sofa in the living room and pulled her warm white shawl tighter around her.

"This is West Lake Longjing tea that Arthur bought from Earth. It has a sweet taste and mellow flavor, and is said to have the effect of prolonging life." She gestured for her to try it.

Xia Yangyang spoke softly and unhurriedly, and the years had imbued her with a noble and serene temperament.

She wore a hazy blue cheongsam, simple yet exquisite, with an elegant color and a perfect cut. Her only accessory was a silver brooch pinned to her shawl.

"I've long heard that His Majesty has a particular fondness for Earth's ingredients, and today I've finally seen something truly special." The colonel, mimicking Xia Yangyang's mannerisms, lifted the saucer from the bottom of his cup, meticulously skimming off the foam. He took a sip, his eyes narrowing in enjoyment. Opening them again, he exclaimed several times as if discovering a new continent, "This stuff is good! This is truly excellent!"

"If the colonel likes it, I'll have them pack two boxes for you before you leave." Xia Yangyang put down her teacup, rested her hands naturally on her lap, and smiled. "The people of the Western states are unruly. When the colonel leads troops to suppress the West, remember to prioritize winning the hearts and minds of the people. If you need any military supplies, just let me know..."

Over the years, as Arthur has been influenced by what he sees and hears, the two have become more and more alike in their ways of doing things. The only difference is that Xia Yangyang is more merciful in her actions than Arthur.

After exchanging pleasantries about the people of the southern states for a while, the colonel finally revealed the true purpose of his visit.

After listening, Xia Yangyang raised an eyebrow slightly: "Go teach at the Bladewing Military Academy?"

The colonel's eyes lit up: "Yes, yes! The general graduated from Bladewing and is familiar with its teaching system. Moreover, most of the professors there hold military positions while teaching, so many are the general's colleagues. The general doesn't need to worry about interpersonal relationships at all...blah blah blah... What does Your Majesty think?"

"I have no opinion, but I can't make the decision for him. I'll pass on your message when he gets back."

"That's great! But... wait, it's a rare holiday today, and the General isn't home with you?"

"Oh, him..." Xia Yangyang gently rubbed the rim of the cup with her fingertips, her soft laughter drifting through the room. "He took Freya to raid the Valley of Demons."

The colonel was initially shocked, then exclaimed, "Truly worthy of being a general! Even on holidays, he can't let go of the safety of our people. Princess Freya has been studying under General Arthur since she was a child; she will surely surpass her master. The future of our people is bright..."

Xia Yangyang smiled meaningfully: "Yes, that's right."

*

Valley of Demons.

The peaks in the valley resemble the sharp horns of demons, steep and precipitous, with twisted, withered branches reaching towards the night sky like struggling arms. Here dwell endless swarms of insects, alien insectoid creatures that spew strong acid, and irreversible infectious diseases. It is a hell for those who stray into the valley, but a paradise for explorers.

A blue shadow moved with lightning speed, circling the highest and most distant mountain peak before swiftly sliding to the valley floor, relentlessly pursuing its prey in a winding and circuitous manner.

The prey fled to a cave, and Blue Lightning gave chase.

Finally, Freya stepped on the body of the fleeing acid-corroding insect.

"Got you!!"

Her eyes lit up with excitement. She bent her knees and pressed down on the struggling upper body of the acid-eating insect. She held its head down with both hands. The little acid-eating insect was as tall as her calves. In its frantic state, it frantically spat acid onto her hands.

But this was all for naught.

Freya was completely covered in soft armor, with only her chubby little face and two big, black grape-like eyes showing. The expensive and rare special material protected her from 100% of the damage from the Valley of Demons.

As before, she pressed the watch on her wrist, and a cage appeared out of thin air, already filled with a bountiful harvest, with many spoils lying haphazardly inside.

The acid from the acid worm can be refined to a higher purity, making it an excellent raw material for weapons.

Freya, though short in stature, was agile and quickly trapped the little sour worm inside as well.

Just as she was about to put the cage back, a drop of extremely thick, pungent-smelling acid dripped onto her helmet.

The dark green acid, accompanied by a hissing sound, flowed over her beautiful blue soft armor, dripping down her arm and onto the ground.

Freya froze, looking up at the scene.

A corrosive insect, three times the size of her body, stood before her, its countless bulging eyes and its mouthparts continuously oozing acid...

Little Freya and the big acid worm stared at each other.

Within three seconds, her eyes reddened, and three seconds later, tears filled her eyes.

The acid-eating insect opened its mouth wide: "Hooray—!!!"

Little Freya fell to the ground and burst into tears, crying, "Waaaaah! Father—!!!!"

This shout shook the entire cave, possessing a power that could shake heaven and earth and make ghosts weep, as if the heavens and earth were about to be summoned by this shout to summon some peerless divine weapon.

The acid-eating insects instinctively curled up to defend themselves, but after waiting for a while, there was no further movement.

Looking around, all was quiet, with only the poor little thing crying on the ground.

It turned out to be a scare tactic.

The acid-eating insect grinned maliciously, opening its huge mouthparts filled with sharp teeth. The little baby looked fresh and plump, and it could swallow it whole in one bite.

Suddenly, something tapped its skull, but it was too busy eating the children to listen, so it impatiently shook it off.

Then, its skull was tapped again, and it continued to flick its tail away.

It looked like it was about to swallow the little baby whole.

The acid-eating insect's body suddenly stiffened.

It was shrouded in a vast shadow, and even the most slow-witted person could not possibly fail to sense such a terrifying and malevolent aura.

It came continuously from behind it.

The baby has stopped crying.

Not good.

The acid-eating insect slowly twisted its body to look, meeting a pair of cold, dark blue eyes hidden in the shadows.

The newcomer emerged from the shadows, his size immeasurable, his arms crossed over his chest, and one kick could practically collapse the entire cave.

The acid-eating insect tried to escape but it was too late; it was punched and slammed dozens of meters into the ground.

Its highly corrosive acid, which it was so proud of, was as laughable as a carbonated drink in front of this man; its mouthparts couldn't even bite through the man's skin.

Finally, it was smashed to pieces by a barrage of dazzling punches.

Its enormous size was crammed into a pitifully small cage, squeezed together with the larvae.

It watched as the creature carefully wiped the acid off the little doll's body and then washed her soft armor with disinfectant.

The little baby climbed onto his shoulder, hugged his neck, and the lingering sobs made her little shoulders tremble.

The giant acid-eating insect, its face bruised and swollen, watched his retreating figure as he coaxed the child, feeling as if its trachea was about to explode.

"Damn! You're playing in the newbie zone with this skill level? Have you no shame?!"