Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

In Xia Yangyang's ideal situation, she wouldn't need to deal with Hati or worry about the sacrificial rites.

If we steal some seeds on his birthday and replace his blood as Lorne requests, he will inevitably be severely weakened, allowing Lorne to defeat him at the sacrificial ceremony and take the opportunity to escape from here.

Of course, we can't completely trust that unpredictable guy.

But she didn't expect that when she turned her back on Hatti's eagerly offered hot porridge, which he had cooled down and fed to her lips, just as she had done countless times before, she would do something unexpected.

Suddenly, an iron hand supported the back of her head.

The next moment, a warmth touched their lips as Hati's magnified handsome face pressed against theirs.

When Xia Yangyang met those slightly cool, golden beast eyes, her heart skipped a beat for no reason. She gritted her teeth and subconsciously tried to break free from his grasp, but the difference in strength was too great.

At the same time, the system began issuing an alarm: [Alarm! Host has been detected engaging in acts of persecution against minors. Please stop immediately. Countdown: five seconds, five, four, three—]

If this standoff continues, there will be no good outcome.

Xia Yangyang closed her eyes, steeled her resolve, and opened her teeth. The sweet taste of the porridge filled her mouth, and she could easily push him away with a little effort.

The countdown in my mind also stopped abruptly.

She swallowed the porridge despite the discomfort, and just as she was about to wipe her lips, she was forced to drink the next mouthful of porridge in the same way.

That wretched guy was so quick. As soon as she opened her mouth to say something in protest, he would take the opportunity to shut her up. He would suck on her lips until the bowl of porridge was empty, and even try to kiss her further, but she would bite her lip hard and draw blood.

Hati quickly pulled his face away, wiping away a smear of blood from his lips with his thumb, his half-closed golden eyes gleaming with a dark light.

There was no smile on his face, which was quite different from how he looked in my memory.

The human princess gasped for breath, her lips crimson, her delicate eyebrows furrowed in anger, and her watery eyes reflected humiliation and fury.

She wiped her mouth violently, shivering with disgust, then grabbed the bowl and smashed it against the corner of the table. With a loud crash, she pointed the shards at him and yelled, "You bastard, what's this? Now you're not even bothering to pretend anymore?"

"Yeah, I don't want to pretend anymore, it's pointless," Hati said casually, then suddenly stood up. "Like before, at least you won't look as boring as a block of wood."

Three short, sharp metallic flashes streaked across the sky.

The sharp porcelain shards in his hand were scattered in pieces.

The human princess was stunned. When she came to her senses, only one thought remained in her mind: run.

But as soon as he took a step, he grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back, his back pressed tightly against the chair back again.

Hati braced his arms on the back of her chair, forcing her into the narrow space between his arms. The suffocating pressure made her scalp tingle.

"What are you going to do?!" Her voice trembled with suppressed emotion.

"Your Highness, are you going down to keep me company in the afterlife because you're worried I'll be too lonely on my journey to the underworld?"

That one sentence easily angered him.

Her once dull and lifeless eyes now practically spit fire: "You're dreaming! If you dare touch a single hair on my head again, I'll kill you with my own hands!"

But he was already used to her bluster.

"Oh, on what grounds?"

Like a cat that has been provoked, it can pose no threat whatsoever except for showing its claws to scare people.

Her wrists were slender and supple, and he could grip them firmly with one hand. Her struggles seemed like a mayfly trying to shake a tree to him.

He held her captive, his hand slipping under her clothes, caressing her sensitive lower back, licking her delicate earlobe, as he uttered words that enraged her: "With your pitifully withered muscles? Your withered, emaciated face? Or your pathetic, lifeless willpower?"

A tingling sensation shot through her limbs and bones. The human princess was furious, ashamed, and annoyed, yet she couldn't control her physical trembling: "You... let me go!"

He rubbed his canine teeth against her earlobe, sucking and biting it until it was red and bleeding: "You probably can't even lift a sword now, so I can do whatever I want to you."

The human princess's eyes were already misty with humiliation, her rims red, and her throat choked with sobs: "If you would give me a sword, I could easily kill ten of you!"

Hati's Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes darkened, but he made no further move.

He mercifully straightened up, went outside to say a few words, and when he returned, a silver sword clattered at her feet.

"To prevent Your Highness from making any more excuses, I will fight you empty-handed."

The human princess looked like she had just straightened her disheveled clothes, her eyes were red, but without saying a word, she wiped away her tears and deftly picked up the sword from the ground.

"Come, Your Highness," Hati said calmly, "let me see how you take my life."

The human princess suddenly looked up, raised her sword, and thrust forward. Driven by her emotions, her fierce moves were completely chaotic. Hati didn't even dodge significantly; he simply sidestepped and easily avoided the attack.

The wind from the sword swept across his cheek.

"That's it?" Hati scoffed, his sharp laughter piercing the human princess's ears. "This is the swordsmanship that King Saint Sveta meticulously trained? Is he blind, or does Saint Sveta truly have no one else to rely on?"

"Shut up...!" The human princess bit her gums until they bled and swung her sword, but he hit her forearm. Her wrist trembled and the sword fell to the ground.

She reacted swiftly to pick it up, a black boot arrogantly stepping on the tip of the sword.

"Or," he leaned closer, his tone cold and unfamiliar, "you actually knew all along that resistance was futile, so you used this half-dead state to show me how pathetic you were, begging for more pity and charity?"

"..."

"A good strategy, Your Highness, it suits you very well."

Tears streamed down the human princess's cheeks.

She bit her lower lip and tried to raise the sword again, but her arm, which had been struck, was sore and numb.

"Put it down," Hati said coldly. "Put down your sword, and put down your ridiculous pride—if you still have any. Then continue to wallow in self-pity, growing thin as a skeleton."

"Shut up..." A faint voice squeezed out from the human princess's throat.

"What?" Hati deliberately turned his head, pretending to listen. "Louder, Princess. Did your voice perish along with your country?"

"I told you to shut up!!" The human princess suddenly raised her head, her chestnut eyes finally bursting with intense flames, anger, humiliation, and heart-wrenching pain coalescing into an all-consuming power.

She delivered a side kick to Hati's chest, causing him to stagger back a step. After a moment of stunned silence, the person opposite him gripped a sword with both hands and slashed at him with all their might.

This sword strike lacked any skill, only overflowing rage.

Hati's eyes narrowed suddenly, and he quickly stepped back. The sharp blade grazed his chest, tearing his silk shirt and leaving a shallow bloodstain on his chest.

The human princess missed her attack and staggered a couple of steps before regaining her balance.

She ripped off the elaborately styled hair ribbon, bit one end into her mouth, and used the other end to wrap her trembling hand and the hilt of her sword together, round and round, binding them tightly.

The purple ribbon pierced deep into her snow-white skin.

She raised her sword again, her chest heaving violently, staring intently at Hati like a lion cub that had been thoroughly enraged.

The firewood crackled in the fireplace, and between the light and shadow, only footsteps and the sound of sharp blades cutting through the air could be heard.

In the final moment, the human princess gripped the sword hilt tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force, the tip of the sword steadily pointing towards Hati's heart.

In the vast palace, antiques and jewels were all destroyed.

All that remained was the tense, almost stagnant air between the two of them.

*

Lately, whenever Hati appears, he finds a way to "torture" her.

She had to admit, she admired his cunning. Knowing that flattery and feigned weakness would no longer win her favor, he immediately switched to a strategy of provocation.

He would appear in her room on a haggard morning after her high fever, gently stroking her forehead with his cool fingers, and say tenderly yet cruelly, "Look at Your Highness, so lifeless, like a flower rotting in the basement. Without me, you really are nothing."

"You..." she said weakly, pointing towards the door, her words trailing off.

"Is Your Highness inviting me to take care of you?" He grabbed her wrist, rubbed it against his face, and said with a hint of regret, "I'm sorry, the game of house between sister and brother is over. You were the referee back then."

"...Get out." The remaining half landed on the ground after he finished speaking.

Hati raised an eyebrow and pressed a finger against her chapped lips: "This is not the manners of a noblewoman. You look like you need the careful 'training' of an etiquette teacher."

The next day, however, she frowned as she looked at the "Saint Sveta Military Defense Layout Map" in front of her and the expressionless military and political officer in aristocratic attire opposite her.

The human princess slowly shifted her gaze from the map to Hati, her voice low and hoarse with weakness: "This is your so-called 'training'? Having your male lords teach human noble ladies how to curtsy?"

Hati was lounging in a high-backed chair, sipping her rich black tea. Hearing this, she put down her teacup and leisurely propped her chin up: "My dear princess, this is for efficiency."

"..."

"Charles is not only well-versed in court etiquette, but also knows the terrain of Saint Sveta like the back of his hand... In fact, Saint Sveta was the first stronghold the werewolves prepared for after I became the leader. It would be perfect for him to teach you how to behave properly while explaining how we are preparing to dismantle your homeland... See how considerate I am? I not only arouse your interest in learning, but also save you twice the time."

The human princess's fingers instinctively curled, and when they touched the familiar border line on the map, a stab to her heart pierced her: "This is your new game to humiliate me."

Hati suddenly leaned forward, as if he had become interested: "Yes, only when Your Highness sees how vulnerable your homeland is will you be willing to beg me to show mercy."

"You should beg me; without me, you cannot break the curse."

"Only Your Highness stubbornly believes that I need to break the curse in order to get what I want."

Seeing the atmosphere growing increasingly tense, Charles looked at his prince with mixed feelings, sighed helplessly, and intervened, "Your Highness, perhaps we could start by identifying the contour lines on the map? It's similar to identifying the coats of arms of nobles at a ball..."