Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

Like a goddess secretly tasting the flavors of human life, she is full of curiosity about everything in the common world.

Hati led her through the busiest street and shoved a skewer of grilled lamb kidneys covered in chili oil into her hands. She looked at the food in her hand helplessly. Just as Hati was about to speak, she heard the human princess's soft voice whisper in her ear: "There are no tables, plates, or cutlery here..."

"You won't eat without those things?"

"..." The human princess silently turned her slender neck and looked at a commoner woman who was gnawing on a skewer of mutton.

The woman ate with great enjoyment and gusto, biting into a piece of meat in the middle and tearing it outwards, taking all the meat off the bamboo skewer.

The human princess looked away. She hesitated and opened her mouth as wide as possible, but her mouth was small, like a cherry. She took a small bite and immediately choked and burst into tears.

"Pfft, hahahahahaha—!" Hati burst into laughter without holding back.

The next second, the bamboo skewer was forcefully shoved into his hand. He thought she would lose face and either retort or simply turn around and leave, but to his surprise, she said, "Teach me."

Hati bent down and looked up at her, admiring her unusually embarrassed expression: "It seems you're still a child, sister. Watch closely, I'll only teach you once."

Hati put a piece of greasy pork belly into his mouth right in front of her, which was really frustrating. The guy who had shed his wolf skin was even elegant and refined when eating barbecue. The oil stains and spicy dipping sauce seemed to automatically avoid getting on his lips.

For the first time, a blank expression appeared on the human princess's face.

Hati pushed the fatty pork off the back of the bamboo skewer up a bit and handed it back: "Your turn."

Like a student facing a poor exam, the human princess took another bite. This time she took a small bite, the spiciness stimulating her taste buds and making it difficult to swallow, but she couldn't help but take a second bite.

Hati quickly grabbed her wrist and laughed, "Okay, I'm not teasing you anymore. I'll get you a lighter-flavored one."

But the human princess shook her head, her eyes still brimming with tears she had choked up, the corners of her eyes reddening.

The warm light of the torch melted into the dimples on her cheeks, and in a daze, Hati saw her smile: "This is my first time eating this, it's delicious, thank you."

A sleepless night bestowed upon us by this traditional festival.

The shouts of vendors, the drunkards playing drinking games, the children playing... these sounds rush into the ears like a tide, far more vivid than the orchestral music of court musicians.

Hati squinted and wiped the oil stains from the corner of her mouth with his thumb.

The human princess was startled, and her bewitching smile vanished instantly. She hurriedly lowered her head and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

Hati stared at the thin, translucent blush on the tips of her ears, feeling as if an invisible feather had brushed against his heart, making him unbearably itchy all over, yet he couldn't pinpoint the exact spot.

System: [Environmental Hazard Level -2%, Current Environmental Hazard Level 58%]

Xia Yangyang's face darkened instantly: [Damn it, are they trying to fob me off like a beggar!]

*

This was the craziest night in the human princess's life that Hati had ever given her.

He used his sweet talk to get her a pot of good wine, then lied and said it was just "sweet syrup." After three cups, her cheeks were burning red, and he pulled her into a bonfire dance party.

"I can't, I don't know how." The human princess tried to run away, but Hati had already taken her other hand and placed it in the hand of a little girl singing and dancing beside her.

Hattie winked at her: "I don't know either. Just dance along with everyone to the music. What's there to be afraid of? Once you take off your mask, no one will remember who embarrassed themselves tonight."

The dance circle, formed by fifty or sixty oddly dressed commoners, was bustling with activity, and everyone was beaming with enthusiastic laughter.

The people playing the drums and gongs here are monkeys and homeless people, and the songs they sing are catchy folk tunes.

There were no elegant musicians, no magnificent auditorium, no strict rules of hierarchy, only the laughter of men and women and the symphony of exotic accessories colliding.

She learned from everyone's movements, kicking and jumping, and quickly joined in.

The embroidered shoes sank into the mud, and the hair clips came loose.

She looked up at the sky, where starlight cascaded like a waterfall.

She suddenly burst into tears, not out of sadness, but because for the first time she felt that this body did not belong to the palace, but only to herself.

*

After the bonfire dance, the two of them lay on the roof of the karaoke bar, where explicit love songs were being sung.

The human princess's ears burned with embarrassment. Hati tilted his head and looked her over for a moment before extending his hand to her: "Come on, I'll take you to another place to rest."

The human princess lay flat on the roof tile, her arms casually crossed and resting behind her head. Hearing the sound, she opened her closed eyes a crack.

"You presumptuous fellow, don't underestimate people, okay? The candidates for imperial consort in the palace are far more hypocritical than this."

"Oh? I'd like to hear more about it."

"Alright." The human princess cleared her throat, turned over and sat against the chimney, one hand supporting her flushed cheek, the other pointing in a certain direction.

She imitated a man's voice, making it deep and passionate: "Oh! My dearest princess! To win even a smile from you, I would gladly trek across the burning desert, subdue the fire-breathing dragon with my bare hands, and pluck the brightest stars from the night sky to offer at your feet! There is nothing in this world that I wouldn't dare to take, if you would just ask!"

Hati sat down cross-legged quietly, looking at the princess who had revealed a side of herself that she had kept hidden from him without reservation.

He smiled, spread out one hand, and commented, "A fantasy that is known to be impossible is pure empty talk."

"Is that so? You're smarter than I thought." The human princess smiled and moved closer to him, patting his head twice like she was patting a puppy, making Hati both laugh and cry.

"And there's another Duke named Ping Ning," the human princess continued her dramatic performance. "The Supreme Lord revealed to me in a dream that you are my destined partner, the only bond that unites our two great kingdoms in blood and ensures eternal peace! This is not only my desire, but also the will of God and the blessing of all people!"

Hati listened attentively to every word she said: "To portray a blatant political marriage as divine arrangement and the people's wish—that's a compliment not everyone can wear."

"Yes!" The human princess's eyes lit up, and she couldn't help but move closer to him. "The most ridiculous one is a Spanish prince."

The moonlight poured a pool of silver water onto her collarbone.

The smell of alcohol mixed with the scent of cornflowers wafted towards Hati's nose.

The sounds of the world seemed to be separated by a thin veil, becoming blurry and distant. All that remained in Hati's eyes was the girl's skin, more delicate than white porcelain, and her bright eyes, more dazzling than gemstones.

"He said the way I pursed my lips reminded him of the Pietà statue... but then he turned around and discussed with the bishop how to use my dowry to pay off the national debt."

Hati followed the plot of her story and clicked his tongue in disgust.

"But he was wrong!" the human princess continued. "Saint Sveta didn't have any extra money for a princess's dowry. I still remember the way he left the palace with a dark face. You didn't see it; it was quite amusing..."

She had never poured out her bitterness to anyone; once the floodgates were opened, it was like a torrent of water.

Hati's gaze was gentle and clean, equal and tolerant, without any disgusting greed, as if she were sitting and talking with a close old friend. She talked a lot without realizing it.

Whether she was getting more and more drunk or simply didn't want to wake up, it was unclear.

"Buzz—Clang—Snap!"

Suddenly, the clanging of swords came from below the brothel, followed by a noisy commotion.

It turned out that two drunk men from a karaoke bar had gotten into a quarrel, which escalated to a sword fight confrontation.

The human princess squinted and peered from the rooftop for a long time, her head swaying from side to side until a large hand covered her head, controlling the extent of her swaying.

Hati's helpless voice came from above: "If you keep shaking it, you'll shake your brains to a crisp."

"No, absolutely no."

"What's wrong?"

"Their swordsmanship is too..." The human princess hesitated, then looked up, her eyes sparkling, and said, "You probably won't believe it, but I have a way to make them reconcile in one move."

The eyes that suddenly looked up were so stunningly beautiful that Hati's heart skipped a beat, but he calmly pressed her head back down, saying, "Luckily, I believe you, so there's no need for you to go down and prove it to me, sister."

"Ah—" The adorable human princess, her steps taken away, slumped back down in a mournful manner, resting her chin on the back of her hand. She glanced around, then suddenly her eyes welled up with tears. "Where's my mask?"

Hatti raised an eyebrow slightly, turned his head and saw the white wolf mask lying quietly beside the chimney. Just as he was about to speak, the person beside him began to sob, tears streaming down their face.

"Waaaaah... I'm so pathetic. Not only am I homeless, but I've also lost all my 'face'."

Hati's brow twitched twice. He had a gut feeling that the princess was up to something, but then he remembered that she was always concerned about her image and etiquette, and that nothing could possibly warrant her allowing him to lose his composure like this.

"Sister, don't cry."

"Waaah..."

"I'll never let you touch a drop of alcohol again," Hati said with a hint of resentment, then turned to pick up her mask.

But the moment he turned around, a hand reached for the pocket at his waist without warning.

He instinctively reached for it, but the pig-face mask in his pocket had already disappeared.

"Are werewolves always this easy to fool?" A girl's proud voice came from behind.

She raised her chin, put one hand on her hip, and twirled around while hooking the ribbon of her mask with the other.

She stood on the edge of the rooftop, like a goddess under the moon.

"Only you can fool me." Hati stared straight at her, his Adam's apple bobbing, his eyes darkening. Just as he was about to take a step forward, her body fell backward without warning.

Hati's pupils contracted, and he rushed toward the spot where she had fallen with lightning speed.

At the same time, a gasp of surprise came from the crowd downstairs.

The human princess, who had landed on the ground, was wrapped in a dark green sunshade. Several chickens in the shop directly below were startled, their wings flapping and feathers flying everywhere.

The two fighting men were stunned as they stared at the strange creature that had fallen from the sky.

The dark green cloth was struggled to open, and a petite girl wearing a mask with a blue face and fangs crawled out. She reeked of alcohol, stood up unsteadily, and pulled out a bamboo pole from somewhere, "whoosh," and placed it between the two.

The opening words were firm and resounding: "Fighting is prohibited within the Imperial City."

The two men exchanged a glance.

"Your people?" A asked B.

B shook his head, completely bewildered, and asked the pig-faced monster, "Who the hell are you?"

"I—am the Moon of Saint Sveta, the son of the King." The man opposite him gestured with an extremely authoritative air, saying as he did so, "In the name of the moon and the law… hiccup, I will judge you!"

The bamboo pole pointed menacingly at the two of them.

The two men were stunned. There were actually people here who had drunk more than them?

"Get out of here!" "Judgment my ass!" Two voices rang out simultaneously, and the next second the weapons clashed again.

The pig-faced monster looked at the opposite side with displeasure, the chaotic light and shadow reflected in her eyes.

"It's rare to see stars as clueless as you."

The two were so engrossed in their fight that they couldn't hear the guy's inaudible mutterings. Suddenly, they felt a jolt in their hands, and pain and numbness spread throughout their arms. They were both pulled away almost simultaneously.

Two slender swords were lifted high into the air, spun four or five times, and then, with two clangs, the ring guards at the hilts were precisely inserted into a bright green bamboo pole.

In an instant, the air became so still that only the sound of the wind could be heard.

But then, thunderous applause erupted from the crowd.

"Great!" "Great!!" "That's amazing!!"

The little girl holding the bamboo pole gracefully lifted her non-existent skirt, beaming with joy, and bowed to the commoners around her.

"Thank you, thank you~" "It's nothing, just a small contribution~" "You're all too kind~"

Having witnessed everything, Hati stared at the dazzling human princess, his eyes flickering, his fingertips rhythmically tapping on the roof tiles, his gaze drifting towards the exit of the singing house.

It's almost time.

Although there were a few minor setbacks, which occasionally made him waver in his decision.

But... when he mentioned taking her away, wasn't it her own choice to stay here? If that's the case, then it must be the will of Heaven.

His lips curved upwards very slightly, like the first breath a viper exhales from the back of its prey's neck—cold, sticky, and carrying a kind of cruelty that was almost gentle.

It was like admiring a meticulously drawn painting, with each stroke falling exactly as he had envisioned.

*

Just as everything was peaceful and tranquil, a figure with broad shoulders and a majestic stature walked out of the brothel, flanked by male attendants. The young women inside were still waving goodbye to him with reluctance.

A few people passing by glanced at the lively scene.

A male attendant closest to the center of the incident suddenly hissed strangely and said, "Hey! Your Majesty, look, doesn't this woman's back resemble Her Highness the Princess?"

Baholijer instantly punched the servant: "If you spout any more nonsense, I'll chop off your tongue! Her Highness the Princess is of divine grace and unparalleled nobility; how can anyone else be worthy to compare with her?"

The male servant's face turned deathly pale. He slapped himself in the face and lowered his head, muttering, "I deserve to die, I deserve to die, my foul tongue! I talked nonsense!!"

"Get out of here and fan me."

King Bahollie continued walking forward, his peripheral vision catching sight of a slender, graceful figure who did indeed bear a resemblance to the princess.

However, the rules in St. Sveta Palace are very strict. Her Highness the Princess is currently fast asleep on her soft bed. How could she be here in such disheveled clothes?

Thinking this, he couldn't help but glance at the woman a couple more times.

Just as he was about to look away, the mask covering the woman's face suddenly loosened.

The mask fell to the ground with a thud as she bent over, and King Baholith stopped abruptly, his eyes gradually widening to a bloodshot hue.

He saw a face that looked exactly like Princess Saint Sveta.