Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

Since attending the ball, Xia Yangyang has been more active.

These were mostly salons for noblewomen, where the topics were nothing more than fashion jewelry, etiquette, and music. As a princess of a country, it was her duty to maintain a good image in public and to be a symbol and role model for the nation.

But Xia Yangyang only just learned that it was precisely because the original owner of this body had been doing all this that her votes for the heir at the end of each year were not much lower than the prince's, which made her have an idea.

So, as the year drew to a close, she secured an additional donation from the king for a charitable project at the church, specifically for the homeless, orphans, and many weak orcs that the church had taken in.

The prince was raised as an heir from a young age and had close relationships with many high-ranking nobles. Trying to take away his share of the pie was like a mayfly trying to shake a tree. She could only start from the periphery.

The donation would give her the church's support in the succession vote, which was very important to her, something that arrogant guy had always been too lazy to do.

Of course, these are not the most important things.

Hati is still more than six months away from coming of age, which means she can't do missions until then. She can't just let herself be married off to Baholis, can she? That would be a terrible situation. It was only with this donation project that she had a chance to escape the palace.

Xia Yangyang put in a lot of effort for this donation, mobilizing many noble ladies. She not only raised a large sum of money for the repairs, but also received many donated sacred objects, such as crosses, gold and silver utensils, and altar cloths.

She took out old fabrics she had stockpiled in the warehouse and remade them into clothes. She also learned to make bread and pastries herself in preparation for the time to make her debut.

After being busy for more than half a month, he was summoned by the Queen on the morning before the donation event.

Xia Yangyang immediately sensed something was wrong. Sure enough, as soon as she entered, she saw King Baholis sitting opposite the Queen and talking. She calmly bowed to the Queen, but King Baholis's gaze was so blatant that it seemed he wanted to tear her clothes off.

"The Queen Mother and King Baholis had a brief discussion and decided to move the wedding date forward to early spring next year. This good news will be announced to the citizens of Saint Sveta tomorrow."

"...What?" A chill ran through Xia Yangyang's heart.

The Queen and King Baholis exchanged glances, her thin red lips curving into a sharp, charming smile: "Look at this child, he's so happy he's gone mad with joy at the news that he can marry you."

"..."

"Furthermore, as a princess sent for a political marriage, what kind of decorum is it to show your face in public all day long?" The Queen met the gaze of the princess below, as if she had seen through all her little thoughts. She paused, then spoke again, each word like the flick of a viper's tongue, "The King has already handed over the church donations you were handling to the Prince. These matters are done every year, so there's no need to trouble yourself. If you have this in mind, you should spend more time with King Baholy..."

Xia Yangyang came out of the Queen's palace rubbing her temples.

Early spring next year is only two months away. Hati is still a child, and even if she tries to win him over in advance, it will be difficult for her to grasp the appropriate level of authority as determined by the system.

What's more, she's someone he's trying to seduce, someone he wants to kill the moment he gets close.

The system suddenly announced: [Forget about having children for now, your target is right across from you.]

Xia Yangyang looked up and, sure enough, saw Hati walking over from around the corner. He was alone and had already seen her, casting a bright smile at her from afar.

She had run into Hati a few times in the past few days, but she always avoided him from a distance. She hadn't figured out how to deal with this guy so that she wouldn't lose her life again.

This time, she instinctively turned back, but when she saw King Baholis coming out of the Queen's palace, she tried to take the side path on the right, only to find the prince, who had just been summoned by the Queen, and his long entourage.

Xia Yangyang had no choice but to bite the bullet and move forward. But just as she made up her mind, a pair of black buckled ankle boots appeared in front of her, above which were the owner's firm and slender calves.

Those legs were stopped so close, about to step on her skirt, just like their owner, who gave off a savage and aggressive feeling the moment they met.

"What a beautiful day, Your Highness." Hati stood with his back to the winter sun, his tall figure enveloping her completely.

Xia Yangyang took a deep breath, raised the corners of her lips, and looked up to meet Hati's gaze: "You should thank Saint Sveta, because the weather isn't always this nice."

Hati chuckled softly, responding to the undisguised sharpness with gentleness: "I should thank you for letting me meet you on such a beautiful day."

He gazed at her gently and quietly. In the stillness of the snowy winter day, her amber eyes refracted the soft sunlight into five colors, clear and beautiful like crystal.

He wasn't lying; he really is very beautiful.

"..." Xia Yangyang was indeed struck dumb by this soft knife, and could no longer utter any sharper words. She just chuckled.

Hati narrowed his eyes like a fox, lowered himself to meet her gaze, and drawled out the word "Your Highness": "Am I just imagining things? It seems you've been avoiding me lately?"

"Me? Avoiding you? Why should I avoid you?" Xia Yangyang was forced to lean back, forcing a fake laugh. She looked away, then looked back directly at him. "This is my country, my palace. I still have leverage over you. If anyone should be avoiding someone, it should be you avoiding me."

Undeniably, being scrutinized by such narrow, primal, animalistic eyes truly feels like having everything seen through you, reaching right to the heart.

Her brow twitched twice; unable to bear it any longer, she simply used two fingers to push him away by pressing against his forehead.

Hati straightened up with her help, but rubbed his chin with one hand, pretending to be deep in thought: "I heard from the elders in the tribe that when a person feels guilty, he will raise his voice and repeat the question many times and keep asking back."

"What kind of twisted logic is this?" Xia Yangyang raised her voice, and as she realized it was another rhetorical question, Hati was already nodding. "I also think what they're saying is very unreliable."

His smile was excessively bright, and he stared at her intently, like an old fox who saw through her but didn't say a word.

Xia Yangyang immediately didn't want to engage in this pointless verbal sparring with him anymore. He always led her astray, and no matter what, he always won.

But Hati wasn't about to let her go so easily. He moved his feet to follow her from side to side, refusing to give way: "What has Your Highness been busy with these past few days?"

Xia Yangyang asked, "Do I need to report to you what I'm busy with?"

"Of course not."

"Then move aside, you're blocking my way." Her tone turned cold and distant. Hati wouldn't move, so she started to step across the grass through the snow.

Hati lowered his eyelashes, obediently suppressing his smile, and bent down to deftly lift the hems of her skirt on both sides: "Your Highness did not bring any maids with you this time. The snow on your skirt will make it very heavy in winter, so I'll help you lift it."

As soon as she finished speaking, the hem of the skirt was taken by its owner: "No need, my maid is waiting for me outside the garden."

Hati stared at his empty hands, smiled slightly, put one hand into his trouser pocket, and gestured with the other to guide him, stepping aside to make way: "Alright then, Princess, please proceed."

Perhaps it was because Xia Yangyang had been hiding for many days that Hati had no chance to take advantage of her. The gaze cast by his golden eyes was full of meaning and darkened from an angle that was out of her sight.

Xia Yangyang walked past him, her profile appearing exceptionally cool in the sunlight, her skin as white as jade, her features exquisite.

It's only five meters away by walking.

"It's really awful to have your hard-earned stuff stolen, isn't it?" A lazy, relaxed voice sounded from behind.

It was like a bomb being dropped on a calm lake, while the person involved remained completely indifferent.

Xia Yangyang's steps suddenly froze, and she immediately turned around, her gaze as cold as ice: "You investigated me?"

"The palace in Saint Sveta is so big, and there are only so many things happening every day. You can find out by asking around. I just want to know more about Your Highness. This is what you meant when you said, 'Don't assume you know me well.'"

Hati shrugged, his tone as casual as if he had crushed an ant.

The familiar sense of oppression returned, which is why no matter how harmless and cute Hati seemed on the surface, she was unwilling to let her guard down.

Because this is the real him, a wild beast that might bare its fangs at any moment, leaving her feeling lost and helpless.

Xia Yangyang wanted to grab his crisp collar, but her concern for her public image made her hold back. Her fingers, hanging by her sides, tightened slightly, her knuckles turning white: "What exactly do you want in Saint Sveta? You've seen it all these days. There's nothing here, just a collapsing country and a princess who's married to a lousy old man. If your goal is to take my life, there's no need to keep up the act!"

Hati stared at her for a moment, a hurt and aggrieved look on his face, then walked up to her: "Look at you, what did I say? You're sweating with anger. Do I really look like a rude butcher?"

He carefully wiped the fine sweat from her forehead with his thumb.

"..."

Then, he reached out and put his hands on her shoulders: "Don't be angry."

"..."

His hands slid down her arms, finally hooking around her tightly clenched hands. He gently, in a coquettish way, shook them, while a fawning smile bloomed on his face, revealing two small tiger teeth. "I apologize to you, okay? I'm sorry you didn't like it, I won't do it again."