Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

"How did you know Blair would come here?"

Blair is Xia Yangyang's younger brother and the only son of the current Queen, the Prince of Saint Sveta.

A crack was lifted from the slate tiles, and two figures, one large and one small, appeared on the roof of a secluded monastery outside the palace.

The larger one sat lazily with his legs crossed, the wind and snow occasionally blowing through his fine hair, revealing his smooth forehead, while the smaller one curiously lay on the roof, its eyes pressed against the slit through which light shone.

"That's strange. Shouldn't he be busy preparing for tomorrow's church donation? What's he doing here?"

"Keep watching."

Inside the brightly lit house, a tall man, about 1.9 meters tall, pushed open the door and entered. Blair was overjoyed, as if he had met a good brother he had never met before, and hugged the man.

Xia Yangyang stared at the man's face, finding it increasingly familiar. She turned to Hati and said, "I've seen this person before. Wasn't he with you?"

Hati hummed in agreement, crossed his arms, and feigned jealousy: "My sister uses all her memory to remember what the people around me look like, why doesn't she remember me more?"

"..."

She was worried that this guy would betray Hati after getting together with Blair, but it seems that Hati already knew about their relationship.

The two embraced for a while, then the prince suddenly pushed the man away angrily: "We agreed to meet at eight o'clock, how dare you stand me up? With the year-end approaching, do you know how many eyes are watching me when I leave the palace?"

See you at 8 o'clock?

Xia Yangyang looked at Hati in surprise. Hati shrugged, looking helpless.

Werewolves have a seductive appearance and a bewitching smile that captivates the soul. The werewolf following Hati was naturally the best of the best. He reached out and pulled the prince into his arms.

The prince tried to struggle, but the man's bronze arms were thick and strong, and he was not even in the same league as the prince. He easily overpowered the prince.

"Alright, don't be angry anymore," the man said symbolically, "I thought you were busy with the new task the king assigned to you."

"Which new mission?"

"The one who donated to the church, I'm worried about how tired you are tonight, and how you'll have to ride such a long distance on horseback tomorrow. Can your body handle it?" As he spoke, the man's hand slid down to his buttocks like a snake, and he squeezed and kneaded it hard.

A soft gasp escaped the prince's lips, and a blush of embarrassment, annoyance, and pleasure spread across his face.

The human princess, her face glowing from the light, seemed to be struck by the scene, and suddenly jerked her head away from the gap, her expression a mixture of strangeness, confusion, and bewilderment.

Feeling Hati's gaze fixed on her, she turned her head away somewhat awkwardly: "Their relationship is quite good."

"Has your sister never seen anything like this before?"

"I've seen it... but the men are usually so gentlemanly and elegant. I didn't know that everyone communicates like this in private... We ladies don't communicate like this."

Unexpectedly, Hati's gaze on her face grew even hotter. Her eyes were clear and confused, unable to understand the meaning behind Hati's dark gaze.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing much, the rumors are true." His tone was a few octaves lower than usual, and his eyes were bright as he looked at her. "Sister, you are the bright moon of Saint Sveta."

The human princess felt that even Hati had become strange, but before she could think further, her attention was drawn to the conversation among the people below.

The prince chuckled, his tone haughty: "Why would I bother with those thankless tasks? How many votes would the church give me?"

"You don't lack that food, I thought you wouldn't..." the man seemed to be coaxing him.

"But I'm short of money. I can sell that grain to those big merchants at below-market prices, and then use the money to buy votes from the nobles. Wouldn't that be a great deal?"

"And your older sister..."

"Her? What is there to fear about her? All she can do is use her face to bewitch the people. Once she becomes a princess for a political marriage next spring, I will have King Baholy's support. Even my father can't do anything to me then."

As they talked, they both laughed in unison; one was young and arrogant, while the other was deep and calculating.

"Do your father and mother know your true colors?" The man hooked his finger under his thin chin, his tone ambiguous, "You little slut."

"Then let me submit to you, Lord Orc..." The prince's hand slid into the man's chest.

Hati had been quietly observing the human princess's expressions from the side. The conversation reached her ears, causing her to sometimes purse her lips in anger, sometimes lower her eyes in sadness, and sometimes widen her eyes in a wide-eyed manner. She was both cute and extremely interesting.

The sound of rustling fabric came from below, and two young bodies collided with each other like burning tinder.

At the moment the arrow was nocked, Hati reached out and precisely covered the human princess's eyes.

"Don't bother looking here, there's nothing interesting."

Whispers of lust and short, melodious moans soon drifted up.

On the snow-covered rooftop of the monastery, in the place closest to the sacred site, everything was holy and pure.

The stark contrast and her bewilderment caused her body to tremble slightly.

Hati put the slate tiles back on, blocking out the spring light from the room. The human princess, stimulated by the scene, had a diminished ability to organize her thoughts, her words sounding like a mix of arguing and self-deception:

"I...I...Although I haven't seen many men in the palace, we, the men of Saint Sveta, don't act like that with each other..."

"Still don't understand? Isn't it obvious?"

Before she knew it, Hati's soft lips were already close to her ear, his deep voice carrying a hint of flirtatious teasing: "Sister, the crown prince of your Saint Sveta is gay~"