Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

The neckline of this light blue dress is perfectly designed, revealing a glimpse of her fair collarbone, making her both elegant and feminine.

His warm breath sprayed onto her long, white neck.

Even without the system's reminder, Xia Yangyang could recognize who he was from that magnetic voice filled with teasing.

But what kind of act is he putting on now?

Xia Yangyang tilted her head back and almost got poked by his curled eyelashes. He was gazing at her with a smile, as if he were looking at her with a treasured gaze, as if he had been watching her all along, just waiting for her to look up and make eye contact.

"More and more people are looking this way, Your Highness," he whispered a reminder.

Xia Yangyang remained expressionless, but her eyelashes fluttered twice. With a step, she stepped on his insteps, her long, fluffy skirt perfectly concealing her foot movements.

A gentle laugh escaped Hati's chest.

Then, with their arms tightening, every turn and every step they took became effortless, their dance moves precise and elegant, as if they were one.

The music gradually became more exciting, the rhythm more distinct, and everyone's attention shifted from the previous little incident. Led by the highly expressive dance steps, everyone gradually got into the swing of things and started dancing.

"I know you must have heard plenty of vulgar praise, but I still can't help but praise you. You are so beautiful and charming that I am completely captivated by you."

Hati's charm is not just his appearance; when competing for females, his primal animal genes give him an intense hormonal glow that emanates from even the tips of his hair.

I have indeed heard quite a few, but most of them praise her as the moonlight and rose of Saint Sveta, with beautiful descriptions and flowery language. This is the first time I have heard her described so directly.

Since he dared to openly invite her to dance, what did she have to be afraid of?

"You dare to come back?" Xia Yangyang pursed her lips and said sarcastically.

"Every minute since I left Your Highness, I've been consumed by thoughts of you. It's so hard to see you. I miss you so much. Have you thought of me too?"

Smooth-talking and glib.

"Heh." Xia Yangyang turned her face away and sneered, "Do you think I'll still be as defenseless against you as before?"

"It was my fault before, I apologize to you, okay?" Hati blinked sincerely, his tone full of apology. "I'm sorry, I hid it from you. I'm not an ordinary orc, I'm a pureblood werewolf. My instinct is to eat raw meat and drink blood. It's my genes' fault, so of course it's my fault."

Xia Yangyang was surprised that he was willing to truthfully and proactively reveal his identity, but she absolutely did not believe that his willingness to tell the truth meant that he had fallen in love with her or become obedient. No matter how sweet his words were, they were just a smokescreen to achieve some purpose.

But similarly, how could her intentions towards him be considered pure? It was simply a matter of each getting what they wanted.

"I can't dance with you," Xia Yangyang accepted his sincerity.

The crystal chandelier's light spilled down like shattered diamonds, and Xia Yangyang's skirt traced a silver-blue arc as she twirled.

"Why?" Hati asked with a smile, sensing the other person's attempt to pull their hand away. He used a spinning motion to pull closer. "You have unique taste? You just like dancing with pot-bellied old men in their sixties?"

Xia Yangyang choked; this kid's words were so sharp that she really wanted to sew him up with a needle and thread.

"He is my fiancé," she whispered.

Hati replied frankly, "So what? The king didn't say anything."

"What do you know? He can bring countless benefits to Saint Sveta. My father has put a lot of effort into winning him over. If we anger him, my country will suffer."

The music suddenly became more intense, and Xia Yangyang took the opportunity to get off his instep and create some distance, but as she retreated, he hooked her skirt with his toes.

"My princess, this isn't just your country. The king is still alive, and the four states are at peace. Why are you worrying so much?" Hati said calmly, with a half-smile, as he tightened his grip on her fingers and pulled her back.

The rivalry between the two was subtle but intense, appearing to outsiders merely as normal, intimate gestures during a dance performance.

Hati leaned down and whispered seductively in her ear, "Besides, that old man looks like he's about to die from exhaustion. Would marrying him satisfy you? Wouldn't it be better if we added fuel to the fire and drove him crazy?"

"..." Xia Yangyang stared at him wide-eyed, completely unable to believe that such words had come from his mouth.

Hati tilted his head cutely, completely unaware that he had just said something shocking.

Whether it was the rousing music or her anger, her chest heaved even more violently, and her beautiful eyebrows furrowed together: "Let me go! I don't know why you came back, but I will never fall for your tricks again."

"If you don't let me go, I will expose your identity and send troops to hunt you down as soon as the crowd disperses."

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly stomped hard on his instep with her heel. Hati's face contorted in pain, but he didn't stop dancing. He cried out "It hurts!" in a small, childlike voice, then buried his face in her neck. "Don't be so cruel to me."

After he cried out in pain, the pressure on the instep suddenly lessened.

The princess in his arms seemed to feel guilty for "bullying" a minor beastman, and her limbs stiffened as if she didn't know what to do.

"Good to know... I hold grudges. You'd better go back to where you came from and never come back."

A human princess who is tough on the outside but soft on the inside.

Hati gave a meaningful smile from an angle she couldn't see.

Isn't that interesting?

"Aren't you going to let go of me?" Xia Yangyang urged again, noticing the sinister gaze that King Baholis was casting from not far away.

"I..." Hati's gaze suddenly dimmed, like a pet about to be abandoned by its owner. As the music slowed down, the strength in his grip on her hand gradually weakened. Xia Yangyang wondered if she had really said something too harsh and hurt him.

"No." Hati suddenly smiled brightly, revealing his overly prominent canine teeth on both sides.

Before Xia Yangyang could react, he suddenly gripped her waist and lifted her up in a dizzying motion.

The voluminous skirt resembled a blooming bluebell, and the diamond hair clip in her hair sparkled as she twirled.

She stumbled slightly upon landing, but he caught her steadily. "Your Highness, when will you get rid of this habit of saying one thing and meaning another? You clearly don't like that old geezer, and you're happy that I helped you out of that predicament, so why do you still keep pushing me away?"

"..."

"You wouldn't expose me even when you were on your deathbed, so you certainly wouldn't now. Besides, you can tell from the king's attitude towards me that I'm not someone you want to mess with. Whether exposing me would be good or bad for you is still uncertain, so how could you possibly do something like that?"

He was right; she wouldn't expose him, whether for the mission or anything else. But Hati's presence here at this moment, seemingly devout, yet constantly drawing her in like a vortex, was strange, very strange. It all seemed like a huge conspiracy.

As the song ended and the applause and cheers around them reached their peak, Xia Yangyang subtly waved away Hati's hand.

"etc……"

Hati reached out to grab her wrist, but she turned around quickly, and his hand missed. Her fragrant golden curls gently brushed against the back of his hand, and Hati was momentarily stunned.

The departing human princess turned back, her bright red lips uttering words as cold as ice and snow: "Don't presume to know me."

Hati twirled his index finger and thumb, still warm from her touch, and maintained a gentlemanly smile on his handsome face: "It was my fault for leaving you with such an impression."

"..."

The human princess looked slightly uneasy for a moment, but she quickly masked it with her usual aloofness and turned away alone.

His dark gaze followed her aloof figure until she stopped beside the Queen.

"How heartless." Hati lowered his eyes, bent down, picked up a pearl hair clip inlaid with small diamonds from the ground, and put it in his pocket.

After most of the ballgoers had left, for the first time ever, neither the Queen nor the King mentioned King Baholith. They simply told her to stay as far away from "that person," Hati, as possible from now on.

"Why is he more noble than King Baholis?" Xia Yangyang blinked her big eyes innocently as she asked the king.

"This has nothing to do with status... You did very well today." The king's broad hand stroked the top of her head, but his gaze was fixed on a corner of the ballroom. His cloudy, yellowish, old eyes emitted a complex glint, interwoven with longing, fear, disgust, and deep apprehension.

Xia Yangyang followed his gaze and saw Hati and his group leaving.

Hati walked at the very front, in the center, dressed in a pure white suit in accordance with the customs of St. Sveta for the ball, while the two people around him were dressed in some kind of distinctive exotic costumes, reminiscent of the snowy plains of the north and the howling wind.

The old king's voice came, hoarse and melancholy, as if he had become one with the palace, which appeared magnificent but was actually corroded and mottled.

"They are...the people who can truly change the fate of Saint Sveta."