Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

System: [Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, holy crap—what's that old man doing here too?]

Xia Yangyang: [Huh? What old man?]

System: [Your fiancé... Damn, he saw you... Damn! He's coming, run! He's behind you to your left!]

Xia Yangyang quickly bent down to pick up the mask from the ground, haphazardly put it on her face, and walked in the opposite direction.

She sensed something was amiss. What a coincidence! Could this also be a trap set by Hati for her? What would he gain from doing this?

Just then, a shadow quickly loomed down from behind.

A large hand wrapped around her left shoulder, pulling her into his embrace, and she was enveloped in the shadow cast by his tall figure.

She instinctively thought it was Baholis, and deftly raised her right elbow, but the cold, bitter scent mixed with the aroma of snow and wine entered her nostrils first.

Her raised right elbow fell back down.

The person beside her casually took a men's felt hat from the clothing stall and gently placed it on top of her head, hiding her entire face.

Xia Yangyang kept her head down, only able to see the stone pavement passing by beneath her feet. A pair of men's black rolled-up ankle boots walked side by side with her own light purple soft leather pointed shoes, the gold-plated buckles ostentatiously eye-catching.

Hati's right hand hung naturally at his side, holding a rapier he had just picked up from the ground.

The overwhelming sense of security even made her think that her doubts were just an illusion.

In just ten seconds, the once bustling and celebratory street was swept clean by the armed guards. A row of soldiers blocked the two of them, and the clanging of metal weapons was unsettling.

Hati led her to a stop, and she heard his usual nonchalant, languid voice: "Excuse me, could you please move aside? This lady is my friend."

"Hahahaha, I thought this was someone important!" Baholli's mocking laughter suddenly rose as he walked up to Hati, with soldiers clearing a path for him. "So it's an envoy from the North."

"You're already out of your mind, yet you're out on the street with women?" Baholley deliberately leaned closer, the strong scent of perfume mixed with alcohol hitting him.

His gaze swept over the woman behind Hati, a sinister glint in his eyes: "I say, even if you're jealous of my fiancée, you don't need to find someone who looks this similar, do you? This clumsy imitation only makes you look like a fool—"

Baholli's hand reached for the woman's chin under the felt hat. Hati's smile vanished in an instant, replaced by a chilling coldness, though a smile remained on his lips.

With a flick of his wrist, the sword, sharper than a needle, was about to pierce Baholy's palm. Although Baholy withdrew his hand extremely quickly, it still left a bloody gash running from his palm to his wrist, from which blood gushed out.

Hati looked at the blood-stained sword tip with regret: "What a pity for such a fine sword."

The intense pain instantly sobered Baholley up. Clutching his bleeding hand, his face contorted in rage, he yelled, "You—! How dare you be so arrogant! What gives you the right to treat me like this?!"

Suddenly, the soldiers around them drew their swords, the cold light reflecting off the human princess's pale face.

"Because times have changed, old man." Hati chuckled lightly, and almost at the same moment as the soldiers, he drew his gun with his left hand and pointed it at Baholli's forehead. He snapped his thumb, and the metal part made a crisp "click".

The dark gunshot wound and the cold metallic gleam shone simultaneously on Baholi Khan's brow.

"Hehehehe..."

Baholith's cloudy eyes rolled as he turned to Hati's face: "I was originally going to be hospitable, and since you like my fiancée so much, I could have sent you a few beauties who look like princesses for a change of pace, but you're so barbaric and rude, you don't deserve such a grand gift at all!"

Hati's smile, with its prominent little canine teeth, exudes a strong sense of aggression and possessiveness. His slow, deliberate speech carries a deliberate, unsettling composure.

"I think you haven't figured out the situation yet."

"What?"

"Sure enough, as people get older, their ears become like they're stuffed with donkey hair. If your hearing isn't good, are your eyesight failing too?"

Baholism's face instantly turned from red to green, looking as ugly as moldy plaster.

He remembered clearly the face of the most noble princess of Saint Sveta that he had just glimpsed in the dim light—a face so familiar, so beautiful, that no one could mistake it at a glance!

Hati's voice continued, "Your fiancée seems to be 'hooking around' with me."

The drawn-out ending of the syllable was full of suggestive intimacy.

The human princess seemed to lose her balance at those words, swaying and taking a step back.

Bahawley also noticed this subtle movement, and a surge of anger at being fooled and betrayed rose to his head, almost burning away his reason.

"You damned, shameless bastard...!!"

No man could withstand such an insult. Baholli snatched the sword from the guard beside him and, with bloodshot eyes, slashed at Hati. Hati flicked his wrist and slammed the back of his gun into Baholli's temple.

At the same time, the guards suddenly sprang into action, their blades flashing like snow, and charged straight at the two.

Hati's lips curled up slightly, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes. He suddenly pulled Xia Yangyang behind him and kicked the nearest guard over the ground. The guard groaned and stumbled, knocking down two of his companions behind him.

"Slow and sluggish." He chuckled, flicked his wrist, turned the gun, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

boom!

The bullet whizzed past the ear of the front-row guard and precisely shattered the tavern sign behind him.

Splinters flew everywhere, and the guards instinctively froze. Hati had already pounced on them like a ghost, smashing the butt of his rifle into another man's jaw, the sound of bones shattering clearly audible.

"Don't just stand there, keep going." He provocatively said lazily, while dodging the slashing blade and twisting the other's wrist with his other hand—

Click!

The guard screamed and fell to his knees, his sword clattering to the ground. Hati flicked his toe, the blade flying up, which he caught steadily, and then used the momentum to block another guard's thrust.

Metal clashed, sparks flew, and he used the momentum to take a half step back, raising his gun again—

boom!

The shot pierced through the shoulder armor of a guard, and blood spurted out.

"Hati!" Xia Yangyang exclaimed, only to see him moving effortlessly amidst the flashing swords, even managing to wink at her as they brushed past each other.

"Is my sister worried about me?" He chuckled, his voice tinged with the smell of gunpowder and blood. "I'm so happy."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly spun around, raising his gun again, this time aiming it at Baholley—

"Move again, and I'll make this king's head explode." His tone was flippant, but his eyes were as cold as ice.

The guards froze on the spot, not daring to make a move.

Hati tilted his head towards the woman behind him, his head lowered like a beast devoutly submitting to a goddess. A faint smile played on his lips, and his voice was low and languid: "Do you need me to kill him for you?"

These words struck like a thunderclap in the silent street.

Baholism's face turned ashen, and he gritted his teeth, "You...you madman..."

Hati tilted his head, his smile dangerous yet alluring: "Thank you for the compliment."

His gaze remained fixed on the woman behind him the entire time.

She gripped his shirt at the back of his waist tightly with her fingers, took a deep breath, and said in a soft but unexpectedly firm voice, "No, it's not necessary."

This is the answer Hati wanted to hear.

She will be trapped in a marriage quagmire because of what happened today, with a wicked queen, a profit-driven king, a cunning brother, and a fiancé who could ruin her life. He is the only vine that can save her.

The deeper she falls, the more she will need him.

Even if she only realized later that it was the poisonous vines that pierced her palm and caused her death, she would still be grateful before she died that she had lived a pure life and had not been swallowed up by the filth of the swamp.

But... why is he unhappy?

It felt like there was a tightness in my chest, a feeling of suffocation and frustration.

The smile on his lips gradually faded, and Hati rubbed his thumb against the trigger, saying in a relaxed voice, "I said, don't you want to reconsider?"

"..."

"A rabbit's excessive compassion for a tiger can cost it its life."

"I just want to get out of here," she said.

"Alright." Hati sheathed his gun, and with a flick of his finger, the black weapon obediently slid into its holster.

His tone returned to its usual languid manner: "I really hope this is a decision you made after thinking through the consequences."

It seems that even if she were to commit suicide, he wouldn't interfere too much; he is a gentle yet cruel gentleman.

The next second, he leaped onto the roof of the tavern with the human princess in his arms. The tiles shattered crisply under their feet, and a sudden gust of night wind blew her felt hat off her head.

But her figure was turned away from Baholli and the soldiers, and no one could see her face.

Bahollie, his eyes bloodshot with hatred, snatched a longbow from the side, drew the bowstring taut, and shot an arrow at the two men on the roof, but because it was too far away, it only pierced the gap between the tiles at their feet.

Baholith's ferocious, furious voice carried on the wind: "So, Xia Yangyang, you dare betray your royal engagement? I'll make your father lock you in the Tower of Repentance himself!"

Hati suddenly put his arm around her waist, turning back to Baholis provocatively: "Then you'd better hurry, after all..."

Xia Yangyang could clearly feel the vibration from Hati's chest and hear his amusement brushing against her earlobe.

He deliberately enunciated each word clearly: "When I bite something, not even the bones are left."