Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

Meeting Uncle Seven and Uncle Nine meant one foot was already in the werewolf's den; there was no turning back.

Since waking up, the human princess has never spoken a single word to Hati.

No matter what he said, she would turn her face away.

If he forced her to look him in the eye, she would close her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling with suppressed emotion.

Her body was already weak, and the resentment in her heart made her even more frail and delicate, with only a faint pink on her lips remaining on her pale, palm-sized face.

Nothing else could arise but hatred.

At this point, Hati, who is usually eloquent, would fall silent. He would rub her lips with his thumb until they returned to their usual rosy color, or she would bite the wicked thumb hard, making her lips even more beautiful with the blood.

Afterwards, Hati would always let out a soft chuckle.

His large hand easily gripped her cheeks, and he withdrew his thumb.

Upon arriving at the core palace of the Northern Region, the human princess thought she would be placed under house arrest until the day of the sacrifice, but she never expected that the woman she always heard from Hati—

His mother, Queen Hui.

He will personally greet her.

In the werewolf clan, the queen and the king have the same status. After the werewolf king dies, the first in line is not the offspring but the queen, who has the same power and status as the king.

She sat on a throne adorned with obsidian and diamonds.

At first glance, one might even be captivated by its inhuman beauty.

It was a cold, perfect, and breathtakingly beautiful kind of beauty.

Her skin was pale, almost translucent, revealing the pale blue veins beneath.

Her facial features were sharp yet elegant, with full, crimson lips. Most captivating were her golden eyes, set deep beneath thick lashes, their color reminiscent of a shimmering sun.

The werewolves on their team all knelt in submission, except for Xia Yangyang, who had no reason to kneel before anyone who coveted her life.

Queen Hui walked toward them.

Hati's gaze never left Xia Yangyang and his mother.

Queen Hui smiled just the right amount of her smile and reached out her hand, the valuable gems on her slender fingers gleaming coldly.

"Your Highness Princess of Saint Sveta, I am delighted to meet you. The Northern Regions have been revitalized by your arrival." Her voice was like the sound of a finely tuned cello, flawless.

Xia Yangyang's gaze fell down to the hand waiting for a perfect match.

In just a moment, he turned away indifferently.

Without the slightest hesitation, she turned her head and spun around, her cold, thin jawline like a knife slicing through pretense and deception, her voice clear and devoid of warmth: "The werewolves will not succeed."

"..."

"You will never get anything from me."

The joyful and warm atmosphere suddenly became subtle.

The next moment, a large hand grabbed her wrist.

"Sister, wait—"

"It's 'Your Highness'!"

The human princess glanced at her, each word like an ice bead hitting the ground.

There was no hesitation, no lingering affection in those beautiful eyes, only utter disgust and indifference.

"I've been emphasizing this form of address since our first meeting. Does Prince Hati put on this hypocritical act of intimacy with everyone?"

"..."

After saying that, she broke free from his hand, turned around, and left on her own.

The light purple skirt billowed in a clean and decisive arc.

Queen Hui glanced at her son's hand, which was still hanging in mid-air, and said as she walked toward the throne, "The wind and snow in the Northern Region are heavy. Humans are new to this place and are bound to be a bit irritable. I have seen how much effort you have put into the werewolf clan. I heard that this time it was your seventh and ninth uncles who caused the trouble. I have already spoken to them."

After Queen Hui sat back on her throne, her brow suddenly furrowed: "Hati?"

Hati then turned around, still with one hand behind his back and his upper body slightly leaning forward, his posture impeccably elegant: "It is my fault for failing in my duties, which has disappointed Mother and Father..."

After Hati offered a brief apology and reported on the journey, everything continued as usual. The Wolf King and Queen comforted the soldiers who had worked hard on the journey, and the tense atmosphere quickly eased.

Only Hati stood there with his eyes downcast.

A belated, violent contraction shot through his heart, the pain vivid and profound, far exceeding his expectations.

*

Enveloped in warm water, the aches and pains accumulated from the long journey were finally relieved.

Xia Yangyang was leaning against the edge of the bathtub, resting with her eyes closed.

I suddenly opened my eyes.

A cold, decaying hand, damp and chilly, covered her bare shoulders and neck.

She swiftly pulled out a hidden silver dagger and stabbed backward. Taking advantage of the opponent's momentary lapse in attention, she stood up, splashing water everywhere, and quickly grabbed a deerskin rug from the side of the bathtub to wrap herself in.

Water droplets rolled down her long hair and shoulders, making a "drip...drip..." sound.

"How did you find this place?" She stared at the handsome young werewolf opposite her, who walked out of the steam.

His curly black hair cascaded over his shoulders, and although he was dressed in luxurious clothes, his deep-set eyes exuded a chilling aura.

"Please." Lorne chuckled, his voice smooth, his hands in his pockets. As he closed the distance between them, his excessively hunched back resembled a drawn bow, looking extremely eerie. "You put such an obvious puppet at the door, it's practically like you're opening your arms and saying 'Welcome' to me."

He sized up the human princess before him.

She seemed more exquisite and beautiful than he saw in the puppet's eyes, frail and delicate, like a blonde doll newly unearthed from a grave.

The dagger, its tip pointing upwards, was pressed against his Adam's apple.

"This is my way of protecting myself. If I were to take action myself, it would cause unnecessary trouble." Xia Yangyang changed the subject, "I don't think Lord is here to cause trouble for himself, is he?"

Honestly, this damp fellow was more eerie than she had imagined.

Like a ghost that follows her everywhere, perhaps she should have realized from the fact that he was capable of competing with Hati for the leadership position that he was definitely not someone to be trifled with.

Lorne's sticky gaze, like a venomous snake, slid from her cheek down to her wrapped body.

He extended a finger and gently pushed her wrist to the side, the force undeniable, but his smile seemed to soften: "Of course not, I just really can't stand it."

"?"

"The works of art I create using perfectly preserved werewolf warrior muscles, the bones of a five-month-old aborted fetus, lizard skin, king cobra teeth, and fresh... human skin are not meant to be your doormen. Manipulating puppets is a refined art; it is the giving of a second life to silent death."

Xia Yangyang's lips twitched: "Perhaps you only used straw and sheep's blood."

Lorne's smile remained unchanged as he slowly and deliberately said, "Art also has an energy-saving mode."

"……"Neuropathy.

She put away the dagger.

Lorne was quite disapproving of the human's nonchalance: "That guy's sense of smell is several times sharper than a normal werewolf's. Are you trying to gamble that he won't notice you by being so blatant?"

"What am I doing that he can't detect? Just because he can detect it doesn't mean he'll expose me."

"You seem quite confident in him, don't you?"

"If you were as valuable to the werewolf clan as I am, you wouldn't let go of any opportunity to use yourself." Xia Yangyang finished speaking, thought seriously for two seconds, and let out a short laugh. "Oh, maybe you aren't."

Lorne was struck with precise force, and as she turned to grab her clothes, the tip of her red-soled shoe stepped on the trailing deerskin rug.

Xia Yangyang's eyes widened, and a chill ran through her body.

The next second, his wrist was shaken painfully, a sinister aura pressed down on him, and his chest was squeezed so hard he could hardly breathe.

The high, straight nose was so close it felt like it was going to pierce her face.

"If he really cared about you, would he let you starve like this—" Lorne's gaze slid to that snow-white area, the half-compressed, rounded curves, "Skinny? Like a piece of bread crumb forgotten in a corner."

"We're all just manipulated pawns." The human princess before her spoke with an eerie calm. "And you want to compete and see who's better?"

Lorne lifted her chin: "It has nothing to do with status; I just like taking anything that interests him. It's a lot of fun."

"Oh? So what did you manage to steal?"

"It's obvious that we're on the same side now, not him."

Xia Yangyang narrowed her eyes unhappily: "To put it another way, you're nothing but a pathetic wretch who has no self and only knows how to pick up scraps from his shadow."

They were so close that she could even hear the other person grinding their back teeth in anger.

"Look what I just heard! You're speaking up for our common enemy?"

"I'm not taking anyone's side, but of course, if it can better and more purely shatter and grind your fragile self-esteem to the ground, I don't mind taking your opinion. Because your rudeness has made me reconsider whether this deal of ours is even necessary."

"..."

"Is there not a single truly well-mannered person in the entire werewolf clan?"

Their gazes met and clashed silently.

Finally, Lorne concealed the sharpness in his eyes, which transformed into a subtle, upturned smile. He took a step back to create some distance and harmlessly raised his hands: "Looks like someone has to become a gentleman."

Xia Yangyang picked up the deerskin rug from the ground and wrapped it around her body: "Before we part ways, you'd better keep wearing that human skin forever!"

Lorne took something out of his robe and tossed it to her.

Xia Yangyang caught it and looked at it closely. It was a crystal-like object about the length of a pencil, blood red and translucent, with sharp ends, and it felt cold to the touch.

"What is this?"

Lorne leaned against a protruding rock wall, his voice carrying a cruel pleasure: "The thing that can drain his blood, all you need to do is stick it into the artery in his neck, and within a minute, he'll be a dried-up corpse."

He pointed his sharp fingertips twice at the throbbing blue veins under his neck.

The human in front of him frowned again: "What are you doing? I only agreed to change his blood, not kill him."

"Heh..." Lorne scoffed.

A woman's kindness.

He was about to say something to reaffirm their friendship and shared goals when she interrupted him with her voice.

"At least get something, anything. If he dies, those werewolves will haunt me relentlessly. Cows, sheep, chickens—shouldn't you werewolves have countless livestock like that?"

Lorne: "..."

Indeed, a woman's heart is the most poisonous.