Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

When Xia Yangyang woke up, she saw an unfamiliar wooden ceiling.

Animal hides hung on the walls of the house, and a huge deer skull was placed on the table directly opposite the door. Two pots of white lilies of the valley were planted beside the bed. They were small and delicate, emitting a faint fragrance. It was truly rare to see such flowers in December.

She instinctively tried to get up, but the movement aggravated the wound on her shoulder, causing her to gasp in pain.

A little girl dressed like a hunter suddenly appeared in her field of vision, her face painted with some kind of ancient red markings: "Hey? You're awake?"

Xia Yangyang jumped, looked around, and spoke in a hoarse voice, coughing twice involuntarily: "This...cough, where is this...where's Hati?"

"So someone still wants to see me."

She had barely finished speaking when a mocking voice came from the doorway.

Xia Yangyang's heart skipped a beat. She turned to look at the door, and their eyes met. All the unpleasant things from last night flashed through her mind. Her bright eyes flickered, and she lowered her head, unable to hide her embarrassment.

The little girl beside him ran over beaming and took the cloak that Hati had taken off: "Lord, you're back~"

Hattie's boots were covered in snow, as if he had just finished dealing with some chores. He smiled and patted her head: "Thank you for your hard work. Go and prepare some food for me, something light."

"No problem, my lord~"

The door closed again, leaving only the two people in the room. Hati poured a glass of warm water on the table, walked to the bedside, and naturally offered it to Xia Yangyang's lips, his tone ambiguous, whether it was more teasing or genuine resentment:

"I thought someone hated me so much they wanted to throw me out of St. Sveta."

The water moistened her dry lips. As a princess, she had always been served so meticulously since childhood. She drank the glass of water to the bottom with his help.

Hati handed him another cup: "Want some more?"

"No...no need...after I got injured last night, we shouldn't have continued..."

The human princess used a rudimentary language.

Hati's gaze fell on her fingers twisting the sheets tightly, then swept past her slightly trembling eyelashes. He put down his cup, and the words that came out of his mouth became a graceful stepping stone, offering a way out for the woman who was as tense as a fully drawn bow:

"Yes, thank goodness, heaven has eyes. Your innocence wasn't taken away by a meddlesome lecher like me, nor did it give any bystanders a chance to feast their eyes. Are you satisfied now?"

The human princess breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

Hati noticed the way her back was relaxed. He leaned closer and, seeing that she didn't resist, slowly rested his head on her lap. "I'm the one who's really hurt... I'm going to be so devastated by your rejection that I'll become withdrawn."

Speaking of this, if you put yourself in her shoes, you'll understand. If she were a man, seeing her lover stabbing himself with a knife and blood splattering everywhere, she would probably lose her erection on the spot.

"I'm sorry, Hati, you're not an adult yet, I really can't take that step..." Xia Yangyang gently touched his delicate cheek with her fingers, as if making a difficult decision. She paused and added, "Can we talk about everything when you're an adult? If you're left with any trauma, I'll take responsibility for you."

Her words were quite suggestive; a 20% environmental risk level is certainly tempting.

She thought he would seize on this and flirt with her, just like he always had.

But he remained silent for only a moment before letting out a spoiled "humph" and saying, "I accept your apology."

Immediately afterwards, a muffled voice came from her lower abdomen: "I was wrong about this too."

"……Um?"

"I shouldn't have disrespected your wishes and insisted on using a method you didn't like to detoxify. Otherwise, you wouldn't have forced me to wake up by hurting yourself. Although my impulsiveness stemmed from jealousy and possessiveness born of love, that's not an excuse. Ultimately, it caused you even more pain, and I'm very sorry..."

While speaking with utmost sincerity, the wolf's cunning ears and large tail were already peeking out, drawing Xia Yangyang's attention to the sweeping, snow-white wolf tail.

Suddenly, a hand, slightly cool with the touch of ice and snow, covered the back of her hand. As soon as she looked away, she met a pair of golden eyes that seemed to pierce through her soul.

Hati's gaze was so devout it could ignite a fire, as if she were the master who could control his destiny and give him orders at will. As he spoke, he gently pecked at her palm, even sticking out a bit of his tongue to lick it ingratiatingly: "Give me another chance, okay, sister?"

The tingling, electric sensation spread from his licking palms to his limbs and bones.

The fallen flowers drift away with the flowing water.

That charming yet not seductive tone alone is enough for her to learn eight hundred times.

While Xia Yangyang was being flirted with, she was also a little annoyed. She had more experience than this guy, so how could she be so easily underestimated by him?

She stared at Hati for a while, then suddenly flipped her wrist, freeing her hand from his palm. She pinched his chin with her index finger and thumb, and under his slightly surprised gaze, skillfully and slowly lifted it upwards.

"Using altered ears to beg for forgiveness is against the rules."

She saw Hatti's pupils narrow slightly, his astonishment at her change in demeanor turning into tiny, fragmented lights that fell into his eyes.

But after only a moment's reaction, his smile widened: "Ah, I broke the rules, what should I do? How about you punish me by pinching my ears, sister? A wolf's ears are very sensitive, sister, please be gentle."

She then deliberately straightened her back to close the distance between them, making a frightened look like a cub, feigning reluctance while also inviting, full of provocation and seduction.

Xia Yangyang's fingernail scraped across the thinnest, semi-transparent part of its earlobe, revealing clearly visible fine blood vessels beneath the downy hair.

She leaned forward slightly, her long hair cascading around him like an invisible cage: "I haven't even touched you yet and you're already begging for mercy, which proves you haven't reflected enough and your attitude isn't sincere enough..."

Hati's muscles tensed instantly, his hand gripping her lower back tightened abruptly, and his tail bristled like a silvery-white dandelion.

She actually used her molars to gently grind the soft flesh behind his ear!

Her bitten ear was engorged and dripping red with blood, and the wolf's tail burrowed under the blanket, tightly wrapping around her ankle.

His chest heaved twice, and he suddenly grabbed her wrist: "Am I mistaken? I think I'm sensing something unusual?"

Normally she is dignified and virtuous. Not to mention doing anything that might cause him to misunderstand, she would even politely decline to speak to him alone.

It seems that last night was not a complete waste of time; at least one vague layer of mystery has been broken through.

"Luckily it was just a feeling?" Xia Yangyang smiled slightly, her warm breath brushing against his sensitive earlobe, making him tremble even more.

She loosened her teeth and instead ran her tongue over the bite mark. Hati was so stimulated by her action that he tilted his head back and looked at her with a crazy and obsessed gaze.

"what……"

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, she finally released her mouth from the earlobe, which was damp with downy hair.

She touched his nose with her fingertips, which were still carrying his scent, and said softly, "Only by punishing him like this can the little wolf learn his lesson."

Hati took the opportunity to bite her finger, his face looking like he was about to cry, and whined incoherently, "Sister... not enough, too light, I still can't remember."

Xia Yangyang was amused by his cheeky manner: "It seems that what happened last night didn't leave you with any trauma, so I'm relieved."

After flirting with him, she tried to escape, but Hati grabbed her waist and pulled her back.

She leaned against the soft headboard, and he nestled in her arms, his breath ragged, pouting his bright red lips as he complained, "Sister's gone bad; if this keeps up, I'll be making endless mistakes."

*

The meal in front of me was plentiful, but not cloying.

Wheat bread is torn into small pieces and soaked in a thick porridge made of oats, black beans, and salted meat. The softened bread melts in your mouth, and a small bowl is enough to fill a hungry stomach.

Looking at the bright sunshine outside the window, Xia Yangyang thought she should maintain her persona. When Hati fed her another spoonful of lukewarm porridge, she frowned slightly: "It's already noon, Baholis should be out of the storeroom by now."

Hati placed the spoon back into the bowl and stirred it gently without looking up.

"Dear sister, sometimes being overly worried that your outrageous behavior will implicate some innocent people is also a form of narcissism."

"Was it my fault that I was worried?" She laughed incredulously.

Hati raised his face, a sly glint in his bright eyes: "Yes, it's your fault."

"How so?"

"If I were you, I would imagine the expressions on the faces of those who painstakingly manipulated me when they discovered I was missing—the wicked queen, who had hoped to see my humiliated state in the morning, only to find my fat, bald-headed fiancé fast asleep on the ground; the ugly fiancé, with nowhere to vent his passion and rage, searching everywhere for me with a bruised and swollen face; the king, sobering up from his drunken stupor and hearing that I was gone, felt as if the sky had fallen, fearing the collapse of the alliance between the two nations, anxious day and night, needing to sleep with his head resting on gold coins..."

The human princess was surrounded by his vivid words, a feeling that was both strange and novel. The bed beneath her was not as comfortable as the brocade in the palace, yet it gave her a strange sense of security.

Hati winked playfully: "Isn't this interesting? Just thinking about it makes me want to eat several more bowls of rice."

"I don't want the people who love me to worry about me."

She shook her head, her furrowed brows etched with an inescapable melancholy, as if trapped in an invisible net from which no one could pull her out of the abyss.

How can there be such a stubborn person?

What business is it of hers who is doing well or who is not?

No one will gain or lose a piece of flesh just because she is happy.

Hati reached out, his thumb forcefully smoothing out the furrows that displeased him, and gazed intently into those beautiful, clear eyes: "The people who love you will only beg you to cherish this hard-won freedom, go as far as you can, and never go back."

"..."

"Saint Sveta needs you to save her. Who told you that? If it was your father, shouldn't your clever little brain think more carefully? He told you that the treasury is empty, the people are suffering, and the situation is critical. Is it only you who can solve this predicament, or can sacrificing you bring them twenty years of debauchery? A country is about to fall into chaos just because it lost a princess. Its destruction is only a matter of time."

"..."

Hati shrugged as he spoke: "Most people in this world are irrelevant to you. They'll just stand by and watch, then give you a noble but empty title for your efforts, and then continue living their lives as usual."

"..."

"This is the law of all things in the world. From the wolf's perspective, you may be excited by its agility in hunting antelopes, but from the antelope's perspective, it may be a mother taking care of her cubs. If you can stand in both perspectives at the same time, you will realize that you have no right to interfere and change the fate of either side. Similarly, you cannot stop the decline of a regime, because you cannot deny that perhaps the new regime is really more suitable for the people."

As Hati spoke, the silhouette of the castle standing in the far west outside the window became clearer.

The magnificent palace, which ordinary people could never enter in their entire lives, locked her up for twenty years.

Every morning she was awakened by the same servants, dressed in clothes and jewelry carefully selected by twelve maids, with a corset so tight she could hardly breathe, a perpetually full stomach, and a ruler that would fall on her if she couldn't maintain perfect posture... These constituted her entire life.

Until Hati's sudden appearance disrupted her entire life rhythm.

He would catch her hand as she fell at a ball she hated;

He would elope with her out of the palace at midnight just to vent her anger.

He would listen quietly to her story when she was trying to hold on, and a few words would shatter all her pretense, but before she broke down, he would offer her a perfectly sweet wine.

He was such an amazing guy, able to transform pity into love and hostility into understanding.

Unlike any other obsequious person she had ever met.

When he rests his chin on his hand and says in a laughing voice, "If I were you, I wouldn't do this," you truly believe that deep within those moonlit pupils dwell the soul you've always longed for.

This kind of gentleness is deadly.

He makes you take off your armor not because of scheming, but because he truly sees it—

Those wounds that even you yourself deny.

"But why did you break my rules?" She lowered her head, her voice as soft as a snowflake falling on a lake.

Hati's face suddenly came into her view, his eyes bright: "Sister, have you forgotten what you said?"

"What?" Xia Yangyang's eyes showed genuine confusion.

Hati cleared his throat, put the hot porridge aside, and perfectly mimicked someone's demure and melancholic expression: "'You're a bit older than them, with your head held high and legs crossed, you look so proud and difficult to take care of. I think besides me, no one else would want to take care of you.'"

After saying that, he propped his head up and tilted it to her side, his golden eyes reflecting Xia Yangyang's small image.

"Now I'm here to take responsibility. Wolves are very possessive, and I won't allow my master to keep any other creatures besides me."

"That was said before, it's no longer valid..." The human princess laughed, tears welling in her eyes. "Wait, I haven't been keeping any other kind of creature."

"Yes," he said with a smile, yet with utmost seriousness. "Wilderness, snow, and a little bird that wants to fly but can't."