Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

The ball was drawing to a close, and the final dance was performed by King Baholis and the princess to celebrate the friendship between the two countries.

The queen's red lips curved into a kind smile. As the girl stood up, she patted her lower back and whispered in her ear, "Get rid of that stinky, dead-fish-like face of yours. Smile more brightly, or do you want to die?"

"With such a betrothed betrothed, how can Princess Saint Sveta still smile and respond? As the Queen, the mother of the nation, isn't her behavior far too humble?"

"you--!"

Xia Yangyang walked over without stopping.

As a soft melody began to play, everyone's gaze turned in unison to the winding golden staircase.

The noble princess descended the stairs slowly, each step as if she were walking on clouds, light and graceful.

The hall was completely silent, except for the echo of her footsteps.

Although countless portraits and writings depicting the princess exist both inside and outside the palace, none can compare to the shock of witnessing her beauty firsthand—a beauty that is irresistible to the senses.

The nobles held their breath, their eyes fixed on her figure, as if afraid of missing a single detail.

She reached the last step of the stairs, slightly raised her eyes, and looked at King Baholith before her.

King Bahollie was dressed in a purple-gold tuxedo today, the cut of which barely concealed his out-of-shape figure. Whenever someone in the crowd said, "She is incredibly beautiful," he would proudly straighten his back an inch more.

No one dislikes beautiful things, especially when such a beautiful thing is about to be possessed.

Even though King Bahollie had embarrassed the princess openly or subtly before, he gave her plenty of face at this moment.

He took the initiative to raise what he considered a dashing smile, walked up to the princess, gently placed his right hand on his chest, and let his left hand hang naturally at his side. Then he bowed slightly, extending his right hand with his palm facing up, forming an elegant invitation.

"May I have the honor of dancing with you, Your Highness?"

Xia Yangyang was extremely resistant and remained motionless for a long time.

System: [Go ahead and jump. The more people see this, the more serious the character breakdown caused by your abnormal behavior will be.]

Xia Yangyang: [I...I'm afraid I'll throw up.]

The system offered comforting words: [It's alright, don't be afraid. It'll pass in the blink of an eye. No one will die.]

Xia Yangyang: [If I feel nauseous and vomit in a little while, will it be considered a work-related injury?]

System: [Calculate, calculate, calculate everything, how about I reward you with a model worker badge?]

Xia Yangyang almost spat out a mouthful of blood: [Who wants that kind of thing!]

System: [Then you can stomp on this old man's feet with your heel in a bit! Make him stop dancing with you!]

Xia Yangyang: [That's a good idea.]

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Xia Yangyang slowly raised her hand, which was hanging on the left side of her skirt, her slender, fair fingers hovering above.

She slowly exhaled, and as if overcoming a psychological barrier, closed her eyes.

Faced with such an ill-matched couple, onlookers expressed various reactions: some sighed, some sympathized, and some simply enjoyed the spectacle.

Her hand fell downwards, as if it were about to touch a pot of boiling oil.

However, just as their hands were about to touch, a white figure squeezed in from Baholis' side and took the princess's hand from below.

He spun around and pulled her away from Baholis without much effort.

Xia Yangyang only caught a whiff of a cool, slightly bitter fragrance. When she opened her eyes again, her heart trembled for no apparent reason.

System: [Ding! You've got the target!]

Xia Yangyang was stunned, looking through a dark red mask at those bright golden eyes that were neither familiar nor unfamiliar.

His handsome lips curved upwards, his bright smile possessing an almost wicked charm, both radiant and flamboyant. Xia Yangyang felt a strange sense of relief, letting out a sigh of relief, thinking, "Thank goodness it was him who came out." But then she became alert again. Wait, when did she become this familiar with her target?

Across from her, Hati, dressed in a pure white suit, bowed gracefully to Xia Yangyang. She reacted and also lifted a corner of her skirt to nod and bow to him.

She took his hand, and his hand gently rested on her waist.

The girl's slender waist was supple, easily grasped, yet possessed an indescribable resilience, just like herself—both fragile and tenacious.

This sudden change stunned everyone, and the king and queen even stood up from their thrones.

"Where did this barbarian come from, Your Majesty?" Baholij looked at the perfectly matched couple before him, his anger turning into a mocking laugh as he questioned the king, "Isn't Her Highness my fiancée?"

"I have no dance partner, Your Majesty." Hati didn't even spare the king a glance, instead gliding onto the dance floor with his arm around the princess's waist, his posture extremely arrogant. "As a friend who has traveled from afar, isn't it only proper hospitality for your princess to dance with me?"

This was originally a very easy problem to solve, but the king hesitated like he was dealing with a hot potato, unsure of how to answer, and could only watch helplessly as the princess was forcibly taken away by him.

Bahollie was as smug as he had been, and now he was so angry that his nose was crooked.

The music in the hall started playing again, and the two of them danced together on the dance floor.

"It seems someone isn't very good at this dance," Hati said softly, speaking only to the two of them. "If you don't mind, please step on my feet."