Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

Hati's coronation ceremony was a grand and spectacular affair.

The youngest werewolf leader in five hundred years, and also the leader most likely to break the five-hundred-year curse.

With his iron-fisted methods, he purged his own people and waged war against others in just one month, even forcing the most stubborn vassal tribes to submit.

His philosophy of rule was simple and ancient—survival of the fittest.

Suddenly, a notorious old fogey stepped forward: "A brat who roams the world all day, thinks he's qualified to lead a wolf pack just because he won a challenge?"

Hati sat on the highest throne.

Those golden eyes, like the setting sun reflecting off an ice field, gazed silently at the other person.

The old man let out a miserable scream as he was completely encased in ice and snow that grew from the ground, with only his eyes showing.

In an instant, everyone was shocked. This new leader could actually control the snow and wind of the Northern Region?!

I thought that the physical strength of a pure-blooded werewolf was already incredibly powerful.

If you add the ability to control wind and snow... what terrifying power that would be!

The new leader had no intention of hiding it any longer. He stood up, walked to the thousands of werewolves, and spoke to the old man, as well as to all the lurking rebels present.

"My youth means this race will have a longer future than I do. Your age only indicates your aging. Now tell me, who is the true leader?"

The old man's eyes streamed with cloudy tears.

Hati clenched his fist, and the old man shattered into pieces along with the broken ice.

In a place with thousands of people, there was deathly silence.

His gaze swept over the wolf pack below, his voice low but menacing: "I have no interest in your praise, nor do I need your hypocritical adoration."

"I only want two things: your loyalty and the bones of the enemy."

"From this day forward, the werewolf race will have only one tribe, one voice, and one will. Either you incorporate your totems into the unified battle flag of your race, or let your corpses become fertilizer for the northern ice plains."

*

at the same time--

Today is that guy's coronation ceremony, and most of the guards are there, making it the perfect opportunity for her to escape.

Become!

A wooden stick dipped in a special monster's juice was thrown to the ground, where a magic circle was emitting a dazzling white light. Her long hair flew in the wind, her clothes fluttered, and she was holding an ancient witch's diary in her arms.

Indeed, there is a wealth of knowledge and wisdom in books.

Xia Yangyang carried her pre-packed luggage, stood in the center of the magic circle, and silently recited the incantation she had memorized a hundred times.

Everything around her was stretched out like silk threads, and a force lifted her into the void.

She instinctively covered her still flat stomach.

Just as her escape technique was about to succeed, she suddenly felt a tightness around her waist as a pair of large hands grabbed her from behind and pulled her out of the formation, instantly restoring her light body to its heavy state.

In that moment of stunned silence, a familiar, always childlike voice rang out:

"Stop playing these bizarre witchcraft tricks. The Northern Region is so vast; even if you escape a thousand miles, you won't get out. What if you accidentally end up in a deserted place?"

Like being haunted by a persistent evil spirit, she was first startled, then furious, her eyebrows furrowing as she twisted her body trying to break free from his embrace, but he wouldn't let go: "Why are you here?!"

"I've already freed you from house arrest, and I'm not hunting you down, so why are you leaving?"

Hati was in a bad state; there were visible dark circles under his eyes, and his eyes were full of resentment and grievance.

Xia Yangyang: "Then dare you say it wasn't you who marked me that night?!"

"...It was me." Hati admitted softly, ignoring her resistance as he rested his chin on her neck, his eyes red-rimmed. "I'm sorry, I was too angry that night, but you could have hit me or yelled at me if you were angry. Why did you have to leave? What will you do if you miss me after you leave? What will you do if you regret it?"

"Do you have mad sheep disease? Absolutely not!"

His words of deep affection were like a sponge; no matter how frustrated she became, he felt that it was a problem he could solve by being affectionate or apologizing.

All her hard work over the past few days had been for nothing, which made her furious. She raised her elbow and slammed it into his face.

"Hmm!"

The binding force vanished instantly. Hati covered his nose and took two steps back. A few drops of bright red blood seeped through his fingers and onto his clothes.

In an instant, the world fell into a deathly silence.

Even through the thick clothes, Xia Yangyang felt her elbows burning and aching, but she still looked directly at him.

The dull pain in Hati's nasal cavity matched the rhythm of his pulse. He was like a slow-moving clock, only slowly raising his head to look at her when his palms were soaked with blood.

He had always thought she loved him, otherwise she wouldn't have softened her heart because of his repeated pleas for reconciliation. But now, with only one day left to live, all she thought about was escaping.

He was the only one who was terrified of the future.

It seems she really doesn't love him anymore.

He should be happy for her new life, but a wave of questioning, anger, resentment, and disbelief washed over him, threatening to overwhelm him.

How could she... really not love him?

"You hit me," Hati said, lowering his head and even laughing twice. "Why? Don't you feel any remorse at all treating me like this?"

He raised his eyes, his golden pupils radiating intense accusation: "Today is my coronation ceremony. To protect you, I worked tirelessly to conceal my identity from all eyes. Just because I lied to you a few times before, you don't believe my explanations and refuse to forgive me anymore, is that it?"

Xia Yangyang's expression was also unpleasant: "Yes. I don't believe it. I don't forgive you. Hati, I don't want to pretend with you every day anymore. Your enthronement ceremony is the best time for me to leave the Northern Region."

Hati bit her lip, holding back her tears: "Then what does your love even mean?"

Xia Yangyang: "It can't compare to your greatness in enduring humiliation and deceiving your superiors, but I don't want to guess anymore, I don't want to love anymore, I want to take my life back into my own hands, I want to live, I want to leave this place!"

She picked up the package from the ground and turned to walk in the opposite direction.

To her surprise, and to Hati's own surprise, after saying such resolute words, he still couldn't help but feel a void in his heart and ran over to grab her hand.

"Don't go!"

He trampled on his pride and dignity once again; he was going to try one more time, one last time.

Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

"I'm sorry, sister. I... I was too harsh just now. It's all my fault. I just missed you so much but I was too ashamed to tell you." His voice was trembling with suppressed sobs as he gripped her cold hand, trying to warm it as if he wanted to warm her heart that he had broken. "Sister, I can talk properly now. Please don't go."

"For you, I set the day of the sacrifice on my birthday. Can you please give in to me one more time? Just this last time. I will prove that you made the right choice this time. If I really wanted to use you, I wouldn't have waited until this day."

Xia Yangyang's breath hitched. She first gripped Hati's hand tightly, then painstakingly pried open each fingernail, one by one, until they bled: "If you didn't want to use me, why...why...did you drag it out until this day?!"

If there had been even the slightest intention to turn a blind eye or let her go, she would have already been enjoying a peaceful retirement.

"Hati, you're not a child anymore. You can't just whine and beg and expect everyone to revolve around you! Love is complicated, and you don't even understand what love is!"

Her cruel words were like a dull bell, ringing out loudly, the echo reverberating within his skull, causing a physiological dizziness and blankness.

"But you weren't like this before." His voice was very soft and hesitant.

"..."

"You weren't like this before..." he repeated, his voice drier and softer than before.

"You never criticize my willfulness, nor do you find my habits troublesome. Because I'm sensitive to sound, you put soft cloths on the floor, tabletops, and cabinets to reduce the noise of objects colliding... You know I cherish my fur, so every time you apply medicine to my wounds, you use a damp soft towel to gently smooth out the matted hairs... Saint Sveta doesn't have the wild fruits I like, so you use several different dried fruits to create a similar flavor... Isn't that showing affection? Don't you like me?"

The watery light in her eyes became increasingly blurry, so blurry that her reflection was no longer visible.

He bit his lip until it bled to hold back his tears: "Was all that tenderness faked? Why would you treat me like this?"

But he didn't get any answer from her.

Today is both the most glorious and the most humiliating day of Hati's life.

He thought that there was no greater measure than this in love, where all kindness and righteousness could be shown.

Even if he dug his nails into his palms, even if his whole body was trembling, he had to use the pain to maintain his last bit of calm.

He was proud, whether or not he received love.

He does not deny his selfishness.

In fact, even without her, he would probably have chosen another way to break the curse in the end.

But he said it was all for her sake, in order to bind her to him.

Is it despicable? He didn't think there was anything shameful about using underhanded methods to keep his lover.

But it was only at this moment that he truly tasted the pain.

Every word she spoke was like a knife, piercing into a person's body.

My lover had already walked more than ten steps, and the ten-meter distance seemed longer and deeper than an insurmountable chasm.

"I always act like a child in front of you because you said I'm very endearing." Hati wiped away the tears in his eyes, turned around with difficulty, and couldn't help but laugh as he recalled the past. But as he laughed, his eyes became even wetter, and the tears just wouldn't stop flowing. "I thought... if you saw how cute I was, you would be able to calm down a bit."

Unexpectedly, this only fueled her anger.

He took a step in the opposite direction, each step more numb than the last. Even the churning of the silver knife in his abdomen couldn't compare to the excruciating pain he felt at that moment.

"I was wrong to say you had a saintly heart before. Your heart is harder than stone. You are the most heartless person I have ever met."

Heavy snow fell again in the northern region.

Xia Yangyang didn't dare to look back until she left the cemetery and until the heavy snow blocked out her view.

She looked down at the dark red mark on her palm, still wet with his blood, and felt a strange tightness in her chest.

In the quiet, empty night, the erratic sound of a heartbeat echoed, one beat after another.

Is it really possible for someone to fake "love" so convincingly?

*

After the baton of power completely fell into Hati's hands.

No one knew that the real "human princess" had already left.

All they knew was that the "human princess" had passed the love test of the magic stone and was about to become the catalyst to break the long curse in the Northern Region!

The day of the sacrifice arrived.

A werewolf female, whose figure and appearance were seven parts similar to Xia Yangyang, sat on a white velvet chair. In the mirror, her skin was as white as fresh snow, and the diamonds on her pure white dress sparkled, making her more dazzling than a wedding dress.

Her name is Vivian, and she was a maid that Hatti had chosen earlier.

Hati leaned back on the sofa to the side, her eyes somewhat dazed, and suddenly spoke, dismissing the maids who were dressing her up: "You may leave, I will do it."

"Yes."

Hati walked behind Vivian and combed her hair.

Today he was dressed in an extremely formal suit, black with silver trim, the cut of which accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist. A fox fur cloak was casually draped over his shoulders, just like his usual arrogant and carefree attitude.

He combed his hair slowly, strand by strand, smoothing out the slightly messy strands.

When braiding hair, her fingers were more dexterous than a maid's; her strong fingers moved through the long, golden hair, yet her movements were surprisingly gentle.

Vivian was incredibly shy and didn't dare to speak. She watched as he used a simple silver hairband to tie up her long hair, neatly but not tightly.

"Chief, how come you... know how to do such a complicated women's hairstyle?" Vivian asked softly.

Hati chuckled and said, "Maybe it's because I have a wife who's not good at doing her own hair."

Vivian looked at him in the mirror, at his lowered eyelashes, at his focused and affectionate gaze.

But this gentleness is fake.

She knew that she was someone else's substitute today.

She truly envied the human who could win the leader's deep love, but at the same time, she was also content. Being able to do such a dangerous thing for the leader was the honor of her life.