Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

Palace in the Extreme Cold North

"Oh? Is that really true?"

Layers of pale gray smoke rings were exhaled from her crimson lips.

The elegant lady with pale gray skin glanced at the two men on the opposite sofa, her eyes indifferent, as she leaned back on the velvet sofa.

She continued, "Humans are terrified at the mere mention of the word 'werewolf,' so it's absurd that a frail human princess would travel alone to the Northern Region. Perhaps that brat failed in his mission and had her kidnapped?"

"Whether she was forcibly brought here or not, at least this woman is now in our hands. Your Majesty, you no longer need to worry about having people keep an eye on the young master."

The queen tapped her pipe with her long, red-dyed fingernails: "He consulted with you all, and now he's trying to persuade me too?"

The two people opposite exchanged a glance, then simultaneously lowered their heads: "No, that's not true..."

The Queen sighed and shook her head: "No one knows my son better than I do. I can see right through his little schemes. If I hadn't been watching him, how could he have obediently brought him here?"

"……yes."

The Queen put down her pipe and walked to the large windowsill: "Hati has been playful since childhood, undisciplined and lacking in common sense. He was also spoiled by the elders in the tribe and thought he could do whatever he wanted."

"..."

"The werewolf clan has been plagued by Taya's curse for five hundred years, resulting in a dwindling population and a decline in their bloodline. Now, Hati has only one month left. The werewolf clan cannot afford to wait, nor can they afford to gamble. We hope that you two will firmly stand firm. This matter is of utmost importance and is not a trivial matter."

The bright moon reflected the melancholy in her eyes.

The Queen's words, neither too loud nor too soft, struck like a bell, prompting the other two to straighten their backs and adopt a serious expression: "We will obey the Queen's commands!"

The queen leaned slightly backward: "Then I'll trouble you two to test her for me."

*

The closer you get to the Northern Region, the lower the temperature becomes. Heavy snow falls every three to five days. Apart from the werewolves' strong resistance to the cold, carriages can hardly move, and human settlements are rarely visited.

On the surface, Xia Yangyang was coerced and lured, enduring the "humiliation" as she climbed onto the back of Hati, who had transformed into his original form, but in reality, she was overjoyed.

She couldn't stand the bumpy, dilapidated carriage anymore. Even if someone had an iron butt, they would be worn out after sitting in a carriage for more than a month.

The human princess sat on the back of a huge white wolf, wrapped in a soft, warm fox fur. The fur on her palm-sized face was brown at the base and snow-white at the tips, making her look like a piece of translucent jade.

During the day, Hati would tell her about his vast family relationships and the power struggles between clans. She listened with yawns, not understanding why he was telling her all this.

At night, she leaned against his soft, warm belly, occasionally teased by his few words, which made her blush with anger.

The two maintained a lukewarm relationship, and surprisingly, the conflict did show signs of easing somewhat.

However, the human body is ultimately not suited to severe cold; alternating between cold and warm temperatures can lead to catching a cold.

At dawn, the sky was just beginning to lighten, and only a few stars remained on the campfire.

Hati sleeps short and lightly. He felt a hand gently stroking his face. He opened his eyes a crack, and then two wolf paws held her arm, and he pressed his cheeks against her palms even harder.

He knew very well that she liked his prototype, and even more so, she liked him when he acted coquettishly towards her.

"You don't look during the day, you don't look at night, you just like to sneak a peek while people are asleep. What kind of fetish is that, sister?" His voice was deep and hoarse, with a hint of drowsiness from just waking up. Before he was even fully awake, he was already teasing her, "Don't I look incredibly attractive?"

"..." He absolutely cannot be allowed to touch the slightest bit of dirt on you.

Taking the opportunity, he pressed his large head against her face, rubbing it roughly, and said in a serious tone, "Hmm, it seems that your cold is getting better."

"Have you ever seen any symptoms of a cold? Why are you saying it like this?" The person who never spoke before suddenly spoke.

Hati wanted nothing more than to hold her tightly in his arms and rub her against him, but he was also worried about upsetting her again, so he behaved much more obediently: "So you have to have a cold before you can say it? In the past, when you touched me like this, I thought it was a rule in the human world that if you said it, you could stick to each other."

These words are despicable; they undoubtedly smear her previous genuine concern as if she had actively wanted to get closer to him.

The fabric rustled softly. Her face was very thin, and she blushed easily, like an apple that made you want to take a bite.

She tried to pull her arm away from his predatory grip: "Let go!"

This guy actually used his wolf fangs to grab the deerskin rope from her sleeve: "No, when my sister threw snowballs at me yesterday, she wasn't this unreasonable..."

Suddenly, the sound of a dry branch snapping came from afar.

It was so subtle that no one would have noticed it if they weren't so vigilant.

Hati's ears perked up suddenly, and with a swift movement, he enveloped her entirely in the fluffy down, his golden eyes shrinking to slits in the dim light.

"So that was the sound of a pine cone falling." His eyes flickered a few times before he looked away.

His tense muscles relaxed, but he refused to leave her guarding position, resting his chin on the top of her head: "Want to sleep a little longer? There's moisture in the clouds heading north, and there's probably going to be a blizzard there, so we can't move for now."

The human princess suddenly reached out and ruffled the downy hair behind his ear.

This rare act of intimacy made Hati freeze.

Just as he was about to rejoice, he heard her say calmly, "'The sound of pine cones falling,' is that also the tacit rule of your werewolf clan that you can pin people down?"

Hati smiled and reverently lowered the wolf's head, making it easier for her to stroke it comfortably. "No, this is a posture a wolf uses to protect its mate when it encounters danger in the wild. Do you know what it means?"

"I don't care."

"This posture means that your enemy will have to pass through my throat before they can hurt you."

"..."

He didn't know when he shed his original form, and his warm lips quickly kissed her cheek.

The human princess struggled to calm herself: "How dare you look at me like that... You're the one who led me to this."

She bent her elbow to push him away, but he grabbed her wrist and lightly pecked her fingertips: "Don't always be so hostile towards me. I just wanted to shield you from the harm I caused myself. What's wrong with that?"

His eyes seemed to speak through his smile.

Like a love potion that can drown you.

It renders even the most eloquent person speechless with a single word of resistance.

"I told my sister I wasn't afraid of death, but she never believed me. In fact, in my mind, if one's whole life is spent trapped in a prison, even a long life is torture. If one can soar freely in the sky like a bird, even a short life like a mayfly would be enough."

"..."

"From childhood to adulthood, I have never lived a single moment without being carefree and happy. I spent eighteen years of my life escaping the cage that my father, grandfather, and great-grandfather could not escape. To this day, I have never regretted my decision."

She had seen many people tremble with fear of death—trembling, hysterical, or trying to appear calm.

He was the only one she had ever met, a guy who seemed born to be at odds with shackles, looking down on the life that people in the world cherished, pursuing only what he wanted.

He was ruthless and showed no restraint.

"I can't be as carefree as you." The human princess looked away, then back, her fingertips tracing his face unconsciously as she brushed past his ear and onto his cheek. "We'll be in the Northern Region in a few days. If I say 'Let me go,' will you spare my life?"

As she asked that question, the snow wind swept past his brow bone, ruffling the hair on his forehead.

His smile deepened, revealing his canine teeth slightly: "Sister, if my freedom is destined to be taken away, then I will never let anyone take away the freedom that belongs to you again."

*

Blocked by the blizzard ahead, the group was stranded for three whole days. On the fourth day, the weather became exceptionally clear and sunny, warming them up, and the rolling silver peaks seemed to radiate holy light.

But those familiar with the Northern Region know that behind this seemingly vibrant life lies a hidden death.

The group slowed their pace.

"Click—"

A slight sound.

Everyone stopped and looked around warily.

Steep mountain slopes accumulate large amounts of snow. Under the sun's rays, melted snow seeps between the snow and the ground, causing the snow to slide when shaken, forming—

avalanche.

A distinct tremor rose from beneath everyone's feet, like some enormous creature awakening.

Xia Yangyang watched all this. She was walking in the snow when suddenly the back of her neck tightened, and her body was thrown into the air by a force. The next second, Hati transformed into his original form and caught her steadily.

"Run to either side of the hillside!" he shouted to the people behind him with lightning speed.

The sky remained clear.

But a low roar came from the mountains.

This is……

Xia Yangyang gripped the hair on his neck tightly, looked up, and saw large patches of snow on the mountaintop beginning to loosen and peel away.

Thousands of tons of snow rolled down at an astonishing speed.

Hati ran in the lead, moving with lightning speed, but even with his speed, he was still so pale in the face of the overwhelming force of nature.

"Sister is hugging me so tightly!" Hati still had the mind to tease her.

"If it's not tight enough, I'll be thrown off!"

"But my sister is choking me, and I can't breathe."

Upon hearing this, Xia Yangyang looked down at the position she was hugging and quickly relaxed her grip.

Hati chuckled twice and said, "So all your courage was just an act. A small avalanche can scare you like this. Aren't you afraid people will laugh at you?"

A snow-white hand grabbed its mouth from behind: "Shut your mouth. If I were buried in this snowy forest, the descendants of Saint Sveta would laugh me to death."

Hati blinked, and a mumbled sound came through: "Heaven and earth are my dwelling, snow my blanket; even if I were to be buried here, I would be pure and clean. Who wouldn't praise me as truly holy?"

"Do you like the pristine purity of this snowy landscape?"

"I like it."

"Then you might as well die here."

"OK."

That "Hati" was delivered cleanly and crisply, as if he were still the same young man he had first met.

Xia Yangyang was stunned, thinking she was hallucinating, after all, the snow wind that swept past her ears was almost deafening.

But those two words were so clearly imprinted in her heart.

That's impossible.

Hati suddenly pushed off the ground to slow down, and in the next instant, she felt her body being thrown out by an irresistible force.

Xia Yangyang's pupils contracted.

The world spun around.

She stared incredulously at the pair of golden beast eyes, her outstretched arm reaching its limit, her outstretched fingers straining to grasp its fur.

The distance between the two people is like being shown in slow motion.

"You can't go back on your word now." Hati stood up, shed his white fur to reveal his outrageously handsome face. He bowed slightly, still wearing a calm smile. "Anyone who goes back on their word is a little dog."

When she landed again, the creature carrying her was a speeding gray wolf.

She saw a group of people leap out of the snow and surround Hati, and they fought desperately amidst the rolling snow.

"No!" she cried out unconsciously, tears streaming down her face, falling into the snow behind her as she ran.

In the torrential snow, the distance between the two grew ever wider.

So he just told her to loosen her arms not because she was choking him, but because he sensed danger.

Those few carefree words were also part of his assessment of whether or not to ensure her absolute safety.

The surrounding scenery rushed past her, and Xia Yangyang's vision became increasingly blurred by tears, but her mind became increasingly calm.

How is that possible?

He was the target of this world's strategy. He was still making a scene yesterday, so how could he possibly die here today?

Here?

This godforsaken place?

He always says he's not afraid of death, but he can't just go and die, can he? He doesn't seem like that kind of brainless guy.

Who is this person who suddenly appeared? Isn't he the only pure-blooded werewolf in the Northern Region? Logically speaking, no one should dare to ambush him.

Hati's abilities are more than enough to defeat these people, but the key issue is this avalanche.

The longer this group drags on, the lower Hati's chances of survival become.

This place is near the Northern Region, so someone should have come to greet her long ago. Could it be a conspiracy to deceive her...? No, how could they dare to gamble with the life of a pure-blooded werewolf?

But what if they dare...?