Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

Xia Yangyang buried her face in Hati's arms.

Between breaths, besides the unique cold and bitter fragrance emanating from him, there was also a slightly warm body temperature, like that of a small animal, which made people unconsciously lower their guard. By the time they came to their senses, the sounds of pursuit had already faded away, replaced by the hustle and bustle of the city.

Her nose twitched as she caught the smoky aroma of grilled game, along with the scents of honey ginger wine and rye bread.

"Didn't I tell you to find somewhere to hide?" Xia Yangyang asked warily.

"I hid," Hattie's matter-of-fact voice came through the fabric of his clothes.

"Hiding in the street?"

"The most dangerous place is the safest place."

He carried her as he swaggered down the street, and she could hear the enthusiastic shouts of vendors and the music played by a wandering musician on his worn-out lute.

There is no doubt that a princess dressed in disheveled clothes appearing here late at night would cause a great commotion.

Xia Yangyang rolled her eyes. She must have been possessed by a ghost to think that this guy would play by the rules.

She struggled with her legs and pushed against his chest with her hands: "Then you should hide in the most dangerous place yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking, a piece of cardboard was placed on his face, and he could smell the mixture of paint and perfume.

As she landed on her feet and looked up, a large, enlarged pig face with green fangs suddenly appeared before her, startling her so much that she stumbled backward, tripping on her skirt. Just as she lost her balance, a hand that had anticipated her movements caught her firmly at the waist.

Xia Yangyang stared intently and saw a pair of familiar golden crescent moons peeking out from the gouged-out eyes of the pig's face. He then helped her sit up straight: "Just kidding. Today is the Day of the Dead. Everyone celebrating the festival will dress up as ghosts and monsters to scare people on the streets. If someone wants to find two fugitives in a place like this, it's like looking for a needle in a haystack. That's why I said this is the safest place."

Xia Yangyang looked around as he spoke. The streets of the imperial city were brightly lit in the early morning, and people dressed in all sorts of costumes moved among the stalls. Some were dressed as pumpkin monsters, some as ghosts and little devils, and there was even someone dressed as a zombie queen...

She herself didn't even notice her eyes being illuminated by the lamplight.

"This white wolf mask suits you perfectly." Hati's slender fingers deftly praised her as he leaned close to her ear and tied the rope around the back of her head.

The human princess ran her fingertips over the rough cardboard mask. She snapped out of her reverie, abruptly turning and tilting her head close to Hati's face, a fake smile playing on her lips: "Easier said than done, but why do I feel like everything that happened today is too much of a coincidence?"

Hati, gripped by her intense gaze, took a step back, and she took a step forward. The two pressed each other, one advancing, the other retreating, each step more pressing. Faced with such a powerful human princess, he couldn't help but show surprise, raising his hands to indicate his harmlessness.

"Is it that obvious?"

"Do you take me for a three-year-old? One minute I'm being pursued, the next I'm celebrating a holiday."

"..."

"You're talking about a good show, you wouldn't happen to have included me in your scheme, would you?"

Hati's lower back slammed into a protruding wooden plank of a vendor's table.

"Is this what you call 'scheming'?" He blinked his innocent, kind eyes.

"..."

"If meticulously preparing a thrilling and exciting adventure for you counts as scheming..." He drawled out the last word, shrugged with a smile, "Alright then~"

"..."

That despicable guy.

He was the cunning and scheming one who caused everyone a terrifying night, so how come he's the kindest one?

but……

The long-awaited breeze of freedom brushed against her cheeks.

The flickering torches on the stone-paved street cast long shadows, sparks crackled from the still-burning fire in the blacksmith's shop, and several drunkards danced and gesticulated wildly around a street performer...

No one would recognize that beneath this mask lies a cautious princess, and the system would not issue her the OOC warning that caused her headaches.

Xia Yangyang walked on the stone path, blending into the crowd naturally. A laughing and running child almost bumped into her, but Hati quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her to the left, narrowly avoiding a collision.

"Hey kid, you almost bumped into a lady," Hati teased the child who was running away behind him.

The child turned his head, made a face at him, and ran off again.

Hati turned around and saw that the human princess's gaze was unabashedly fixed on their clasped hands.

But she did not resist or break free; she simply let him hold her hand.

His palm was soft and smooth. He bent one of his index fingers and gently scraped from her wrist to the knuckles connecting to her palm.

The human princess lowered her head slightly, her eyelashes trembling rapidly, like a butterfly on the edge of a petal being startled by a dewdrop.

Suddenly the crowd stirred, and the night watchman, carrying a copper whistle, galloped through the market, his horse's hooves carrying a complex stench of leather, molten wax, and horse manure.

Hattie pulled her to a secluded spot among the crowd, flashed a sweet smile, and continued the conversation quite naturally: "Sister, you've been in the capital for so long, and you don't even know about the Day of the Dead...?"