Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

All around were fallen enemy soldiers, and the speed of the snow waves far exceeded human imagination.

Huge blocks of snow blotted out the sun, like some kind of alluring darkness, pulling people so far they couldn't move.

Hati smoothed a patch of snow with his palm and sat down on the ground.

The sounds of destruction echoed both above and below ground. His henchmen launched a final attack as they surrounded him. Hati watched the last glimmer of light fade away in the distance, his expression indifferent, revealing neither joy nor sorrow.

Those fists and palms were about to land on him.

At the critical moment—

scoff!

A beam of intense light suddenly pierced the darkness, splitting the snow layer before him like a sharp sword.

The icy air rushed in instantly.

In the light, countless snow crystals danced wildly.

A blurry figure blocked part of the light, and a hand covered in ice shards reached in and grabbed his wrist without hesitation.

"Grab my hand!" A familiar female voice said urgently.

Hati reacted faster than he could think, grabbing her wrist behind his back.

The next moment, he was firmly and swiftly pulled out of the thick, pressing snow that was about to be crushed down.

All the Deadpools were swept away and crushed by the snow flow.

The bright light blinded him, but he could feel a soft, real touch in front of him.

The two rode on the back of a gray wolf, which ran forward, with a torrent of white death pouring down behind them.

The human princess's voice came from in front of him: "Who are those guys to you? What did you do to offend them that they're so desperate to kill you?"

Hati exhaled a breath of icy air, leaned over and hugged the person in front of him, resting his chin greedily on her neck.

"Hiss—it's so cold! Let go!" Xia Yangyang resisted and tried to push him away, but when she turned her head, she saw a pair of red-rimmed eyes.

Her movements froze.

Shh... just for a little while.

The human princess's softest spot was gently touched. She turned her head and pursed her lips: "Then... just for a little while."

Just when the group thought they had escaped danger, two werewolves, one large and one small, suddenly jumped out of the snow and attacked without saying a word.

"You've killed so many of us, and you still want to run? Leave your lives here!"

The smaller one, with its pointed snout and monkey-like cheeks, was as agile as a fish; the larger one, with its imposing presence, stood there like an unshakeable mountain.

The gray wolf and his men were unable to evade them and had no choice but to engage them in battle.

"How are you feeling?"

Xia Yangyang suddenly turned around, and before he could hide the complex thoughts in Hati's eyes, he was caught in the act. He immediately concealed his expression and pressed his hand against his right leg.

Her eyes were still red: "It's not good, my leg got hit by snow."

His right leg was indeed bleeding continuously.

Xia Yangyang felt a chill run down her spine: [You were right, it really was a setup.]

System: [What should we do then?]

Xia Yangyang: [What's so difficult about it? They only have one goal in the end. How dare they really kill me before they achieve that goal?]

She patted the gray wolf's head, then rolled off: "Take your lord with you."

Hati then rolled down as well: "They want to kill me."

Are you stupid?

"Huh?" Hati blinked innocently. "We've been through thick and thin together, shouldn't you be touched?"

The human princess, exasperated, said, "You run first. I'll just hold them off for a couple of seconds and then play dead. They'll chase after you, and then neither of us will be in any danger, right?"

Hati looked slightly taken aback, then his lips curled up slightly as he realized what was happening.

He turned to the side, covering his mouth with the back of his hand, and whispered in her ear, "My sister risked her life for me twice, I was going to think you'd fallen in love with me..."

The human princess froze.

While the two were bickering, the smaller werewolf jumped onto the larger one's shoulder, using the momentum to charge at them: "Hmph, neither of you are leaving here today!"

Hati pushed to create distance between the two, and the small werewolf missed its target.

The next second, Xia Yangyang gripped the dagger in her hand and swiftly and coldly slashed at its carotid artery, completely abandoning the demure womanly demeanor she had just displayed while arguing with Hattie.

A soft, chilling female voice brushed past her ear: "I've long heard that werewolves have tough hides and thick flesh, and can fight for three hundred rounds even with their intestines spilling out. This princess wants to see if it's true."

The short werewolf was startled; this person was indeed quite skilled. He dared not underestimate him any longer, and the two began to fight.

Hati restrained the large werewolf next to him.

He was strong enough to shake a tree, and Hati, dragging his injured leg, couldn't tell who was up or down for a moment.

The good foundation left over from her previous life was still there, but this body was malnourished every day and was really weak. Xia Yangyang could only hold on for less than ten minutes before she was starting to feel powerless.

No, she has to find a way to end this charade.

She inadvertently revealed an opening while dodging, and the small werewolf seized the opportunity, striking her waist with a claw.

In the nick of time, Hati suddenly appeared from the side, kicking the other person away and shielding Xia Yangyang behind him: "Enough!"

Hati suddenly let out a low growl, and the surrounding wind and snow began to swirl around him without warning.

"Seventh Uncle, Ninth Uncle, shouldn't there be a limit to testing the waters?"

Seventh Uncle, Ninth Uncle?

The human princess looked momentarily bewildered.

Two werewolves emerged from behind the blizzard, the fur covering their faces gradually disappearing. They suddenly burst into laughter, their laughter hearty and cheerful.

It is an elder's appreciation for the younger generation, and also a welcome to his most beloved nephew.

But the laughter sounded utterly ironic to the human princess.

Seventh Uncle sat on Ninth Uncle's shoulders, his smile unchanged: "It was just a joke, why are you getting angry, nephew?"

Hati remained outwardly calm, offering a slight smile before speaking with a barbed tongue: "Why would my nephew be angry? It's just that this joke was quite unique, and I've kept it in mind."

Uncle Seven and Uncle Nine frowned simultaneously. Uncle Seven rolled onto the ground and patted his shoulder: "The wind and snow in the Northern Region are heavy. The Queen was worried that she might neglect the distinguished guests who have come from afar, so she specially asked us two to welcome His Highness and the Princess here."

Hati turned around and reached out to help the girl who had fallen to the ground to her feet: "Are you alright, sister?"

But his hand was violently slapped open.

He met a pair of eyes that were red from being forced into a rage.

"You lied to me again?" she questioned him.

Hati withdrew his hand, his expression completely different from his usual demeanor: "I didn't plan Seventh Uncle and Ninth Uncle's actions. I can't read minds, nor can I predict the future."

"At least you could have told me first."

"Tell you what?"

Tell me you are not in danger.

But she no longer allows herself to say such things.

A fire burned in her chest, sharpening her proud upbringing and composure, gradually giving it the power to devour everything.

But she absolutely refused to let this fire burn on. If he found out about this burning pain of betrayal, it would be worse than death for him.

Because this would be tantamount to exposing her, and in this bloodless battle, she has already lost completely.

Hati frowned, because he saw a layer of moisture rapidly rising in those eyes, which were filled with anger, stubbornly refusing to fall.

His heart felt as if something had suddenly gripped it, a bitter and painful sensation.

He sighed almost silently, bent down, and reached out to embrace the body that was trembling with anger and grievance.

"It was my fault, I'm sorry. I'll tell you everything next time, okay?"

His thumb gently traced the corner of her eye: "Look at you, your eyes are all red."

Suddenly, he was pushed away by a force.

He thought she was resisting his approach, after all, it wasn't the first time, but the next second, she grabbed his shoulder and vomited blood without warning.

Hati's pupils contracted sharply as the pool of blood splattered on him in the snow was a glaringly bright red.

"elder sister……"

The person in front of me was deathly pale and terrifying.

He immediately grabbed her arm, and her arm and body seemed to have all their strength drained away, collapsing limply into his arms.

Before she fainted, she saw him lose his composure, his lips moving as he called her name, and even his two uncles rushed over in alarm.

*

"He vomited blood due to extreme anger. What did you do to make him so upset?"

After the doctor left the tent, Uncle Qi looked at the bedside, where his good nephew was tucking the human princess who was lying on the bed.

"I was just joking around." Hati's voice was flat as he tucked a few stray strands of hair behind her ear. "Isn't this better? Her weak constitution makes it even harder for her to leave the Northern Region."

This was the first time Uncle Seven had seen this human princess. She was even more beautiful than the most beautiful female werewolf, which explained why the Queen was always worried that her nephew would fall for her.

However, after seeing her today, the Queen's worries were completely unnecessary.

Hati stood up, turned around, and looked at his two uncles opposite him with a cold gaze: "She is most wary of me now. Seventh Uncle and Ninth Uncle suddenly put on this show today, and I will have to spend a lot of effort to regain her trust. If the sacrificial ceremony is delayed, can you uncles bear the responsibility?"

The tall, somewhat simple-minded Uncle Jiu scratched his head and said, "Seeing how protective she is of you, we thought you had already subdued her."

Hati: "How could taking a life be easy?"

"Huh? Did something else happen?"

Hati pretended to recall something, then shook his head wearily as he came to his senses: "It's better not to talk about it, this journey has been quite a hassle."

Uncle Nine opened his mouth as if to say something, but Uncle Seven pressed him back into his seat. Uncle Seven laughed and said, "Hahahaha, good, you've had a long and tiring journey. Uncle Seven and Uncle Nine are here today to welcome you back and wash away the dust of your journey. We'll also take this opportunity to see if you're capable enough to inherit the leadership position."

"Thank you, Uncle Seven and Uncle Nine."

"We're all family, no need to be so polite..."

The three men exchanged pleasantries and laughed as they left the tent. Within minutes, the tent was quiet and empty.

The person on the bed opened their eyes, their gaze clear and bright, showing no sign of unconsciousness whatsoever.

She spat out the transparent plastic covering the fake blood from her mouth and gently wiped the corner of her lips with her bent index finger.

Xia Yangyang: [System.]

System: [Hey, I'm here, Master~]

Xia Yangyang: [Go reply to Lorne and tell him that I agreed to his request.]

*

More than half a month ago.

That was the most successful of her escape plans.

Not long after she entered the snowy region, she fled to a small border town, disguised herself and mingled with a group of believers, thinking that she could delay for a while, but unexpectedly she experienced another puppet assassination incident.

Late at night, after a fight, the already dilapidated church was left in a complete mess.

Xia Yangyang pressed her knee firmly against the puppet's chest: "I understand what you mean. You don't want him to be the leader, so why don't you just kill him? Why come to kill me again and again?"

"If you die, he naturally can't live either!"

"Tch, why don't you just say you can't beat him?"

The puppet, enraged, retorted, "Shut up! Not only is he heavily guarded, but his magic is less than one ten-thousandth of my strength. Otherwise, do you think you could subdue me so easily?!"

"You want to kill me because you're worried he'll succeed in breaking the werewolf curse at the sacrificial ceremony, leaving your race with no chance of ever rising again. But let me tell you, he has no way of using me to break the curse."

"What?!" The puppet's struggling movements weakened, and it abruptly raised its head. "You didn't fall in love with him?!"

Xia Yangyang loosened her grip on him, dusted off her hands, turned her head, and said disdainfully, "Love? Do I look like I care about him?"

"The entire werewolf race knows you love him!"

"Absurd! He deceived me time and time again, and even tried to kill me. I hate him to death. How could I possibly love him?" Xia Yangyang turned her back to the puppet on the ground, walked to the broken window, and flicked the snow off the branches with her finger. "I pretended that I still had feelings for him, but only because I was afraid that the werewolves would discover this secret and kill me directly to break his second curse."

"That's impossible!"

"Why not? Don't you hate him too? If you can hate him, why can't I?"

"..."

"The seven emotions and six desires can make people love, but they cannot make people willing. How torturous it is to love and hate each other. I was born into a heartless and loveless royal family. Even if the child raised by my father turned against him, he could kill him without hesitation. Love is just love. What can't change?"

"Hahahaha..." The puppet on the ground suddenly burst into laughter, "What a cunning princess."

Xia Yangyang lifted her non-existent skirt and bowed in a noble greeting: "Likewise, when it comes to scheming, who can compare to your future leader?"

Hahahaha!

"Why are you laughing? Don't you know we're talking about people behind their backs?"

The puppet's laughter abruptly stopped: "I like it, so what?!"

Xia Yangyang sighed, "...You don't actually think that just because he can't break the curse, you can take his place, do you?"

The puppet scrambled to its feet, narrowing its eyes warily: "What are you trying to say?"

Xia Yangyang beckoned to him with her finger, coaxing, "I was thinking... since we have a common enemy, how about we make a deal?"

"What kind of deal?"

"I'll help you take the position of leader, and you'll help me save my life on the day of the sacrificial ceremony and get me out of the Northern Region alive."

"Why does it have to be that day? What are you planning to do?"

"You don't need to know what I'm going to do; you just need to know that our cooperation will greatly benefit you."

"Hmph, before the sacrificial ceremony, the elders will use magic stones to monitor your feelings. Whether you love or not will be immediately apparent. How can you guarantee you'll live to see the day of the ceremony?"

"I have my own way." Xia Yangyang sat down on a wooden bench in the dilapidated church, resting her chin on her hand with an air of elegance. "Why don't you worry about yourself? I'll say I want to help you, but you'll have to figure out the solution yourself."

"A way? Hehehe, I've thought of that countless times already..." The puppet fantasized about the moment it would achieve its goal, its eyes bloodshot, excitement bringing it to a cerebral climax.

"Isn't the Wolf King's pride and joy in his son's noble pureblood lineage? Then I'll... have a blood exchange with him!!"

The puppet before them had a distorted face and was gradually descending into madness.

Xia Yangyang's brows gradually furrowed.

The puppet suddenly looked over: "What, you can't bear to part with it?"

"Ah, no." Xia Yangyang sneezed, wrapped her thin jacket around herself, and said calmly, "I think I've caught a cold."