Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

Nine months later.

The sky seemed to be suddenly shattered, with pale lightning flashing from the cracks.

"Boom—!!"

The thunder's roar made one's chest feel tight and one's teeth ache.

A court lady dressed in black, wearing a straw raincoat and carrying what looked like a package, ran out of the palace of Saint Sveta.

She boarded a carriage that had been waiting for her, and the driver spurred the horses on, galloping through the mud.

The wheels rolled over the puddles as if they were rolling over a heart.

Finally, the carriage stopped in front of a low-lying house in a secluded corner outside the imperial city.

The woman who opened the door was simply dressed, with a hint of panic in her eyes, but she still welcomed the visitor inside.

"Remember, from now on this is your 'daughter.' Keep your meeting with me a secret, or else..."

The second half of the court lady's threat was swallowed up by a thunderclap.

When lightning struck the sky again, the woman saw the "baby" in her arms clearly, her face changed drastically, and she almost threw it away.

What kind of baby was that? Her whole body was covered in snow-white fur, and instead of her ears on the sides, she had two animal ears on the top of her head. From her neck down, there were bloody cracks, which were more severe than burns.

Especially those eyes that were only half open, with almost no white in them, and a thin, dark slit in the middle of their golden pupils.

The court lady had already turned around, her black figure quickly swallowed by the rain.

The wooden door of the house creaked shut.

The woman felt as if the baby in her arms was a hot potato. The baby's burns were so severe that if they were not treated, the baby might not survive the night.

She hurriedly reached for the money she had saved in her dressing table, but the moment she looked up, her neck stung.

In the mirror's reflection, she saw a tall, slender woman dressed in black, her large hat obscuring most of her face, but unable to conceal the noble air emanating from her.

The woman's vision was blurry, but she saw the woman in black pick up the swaddled baby and play with her for a while, until the little one started crying loudly. Then she took the baby into her arms and disappeared through the crack in the door.

The woman tried to speak up to stop them, but she couldn't resist the drowsiness and was pulled into darkness.

*

The moonlight, like melting silver foil, soaked through the carpet of the bedchamber.

The flickering candlelight illuminated the lady's sweat-dampened hair on the bed.

She leaned against the goose down pillow, her face pale from childbirth, but her chestnut eyes, like jewels bathed in warm water, gazed softly at the tightly wrapped baby in her arms.

She reached out her finger and gently touched the little one's delicate face.

The little guy smacked his lips, seemingly dissatisfied with the minor disturbance.

The lady couldn't help but chuckle softly: "What should I name you, my little prince..."

"Squeak—" Angie gently pushed the door open from outside the palace. She had changed into a dark green court dress and was carrying a tray with some items for taking care of the baby.

As Xia Yangyang played with the little one, she glanced at the corner of her eye and noticed the obvious mud spots on the edge of the girl's shoes. She casually asked, "You've been out?"

"Yes." Angie paused for a moment, her joy evident. "I couldn't wait to tell Duke Charles the news. He was also very happy for His Majesty, but His Majesty just gave birth and couldn't meet with him, so he asked me to send the little prince's birthday gift."

Angie stepped forward and presented Charles's congratulatory gift.

There are two items: one is an exquisite music box shaped like a ship, and the other is a charitable foundation established in the name of the Little Prince.

Although Angie always did some underhanded things behind her back, he never intended to harm her.

During the long time she was kidnapped by Hattie, there were palace coups, the death of the king, Bahully's betrayal, Blair's accession to the throne... all sorts of changes, the palace servants either died or fled, but she remained loyal and waited for her return.

After Xia Yangyang read it, she told Angie to put it away and then said, "Charles traveled with me from the Northern Region to come here. In this turbulent era, half the credit for Saint Sveta's stability goes to him, so let him name the little prince."

"I will pass this message on to the Duke of Charles, who will be very honored!" Angie's slightly aged eyes sparkled, and she didn't control her volume, waking the sleeping little prince.

The little prince burst into tears, his voice loud and clear, with a vengeful tone that seemed intent on making everyone suffer.

Angie quickly covered her mouth and lowered her head softly, "I'm sorry, Your Majesty."

Xia Yangyang smiled and said, "It's okay. If you don't cry and make a fuss, you're not a little kid anymore."

She sat up straight with practiced ease, held the little one in her arms, and gently patted and rocked him.

Palace servants bustled in and out of the hall.

The torrential rain lashed against the windows, distorting the light in the palace into patches of diffused light.

Anji was afraid that the cold wind would seep in through the window cracks, so he covered every window crack with cotton cloth.

Xia Yangyang held the soft little dumpling in her arms, her eyelashes gradually drooping in this warm nest that sheltered her from the wind and rain.

Nine months ago, she left the cemetery, and no werewolf dared to stop her along the way. Only then did she realize that he had truly paved the way for her entire life all along...

Just as she faced the desolate, icy plains, feeling utterly alone and helpless, a deep male voice rang out: "Your Majesty, I have been waiting for you here for a long time on the orders of the Chief."

She turned around and saw Charles, who had once been ordered to "train" her manners, standing there impeccably dressed in casual clothes.

"This is what the leader asked me to give you, please accept it." He met her searching gaze and spoke first, handing over a yellow crystal.

Charles felt pity for the confusion in the eyes of the human woman before him.

"You're not... never mind." Beneath this confusion lay a feigned composure in the face of her current helplessness, like a newborn encountering the real world for the first time. Whatever unexpected events occurred, she had no choice but to accept them. "He sent you to take me back?"

"I think..." He looked up at the northern sky, where dark clouds were billowing, "The Northern Region has its own tribulation to overcome, and the Chief will accompany his people."

Charles wore white silk gloves, his long, slender hands clasped together and hanging naturally at his sides.

Every time he spoke, his calm and even tone gave people a sense of security, as if everything was under his control: "You now have two choices. The first is to go to Southern Eli, a powerful and prosperous kingdom established by our werewolf ancestors. His Highness has reserved a fief for you there, which will ensure your well-being for the rest of your life. The second is to return to Saint Sveta. Your brother Blair has seized the throne through a period of chaos, favoring barons and ignoring the people's suffering. In order to quell the war, he has been ceding territory and paying gold coins. The people are deeply resentful. If you return to your country now, you only need to raise your voice, and all forces will surely rise up and support you as the new king."

The little queen opposite seemed to have finally determined that he was someone she could rely on for the time being, and said, "I don't want to be in the heart of the werewolf territory, but I also don't want to get involved in any more palace intrigues... You just need to send me away from the Northern Region, and I will make my own arrangements afterward."

Her pitiful eyes made her look like a drifting, helpless reed.

This made Charles sigh inwardly.

Clearly, this request was outside the scope of the topic selection, and given his status, it would be extremely impolite to directly refuse the young queen's request.

Therefore, he waited fifteen seconds, giving her ample time to think, and when she still chose to stick to her own ideas, he sincerely said, "Your Majesty, I cannot choose for you, but I have a responsibility to present you with all the objective facts."

"Your brother, His Majesty Blair, has issued a 'Royal Arrest Notice' to all surrounding human kingdoms, claiming that you have defected with royal treasures. Your portrait and features, worth 50,000 gold coins, have been posted on the notice board of every border tavern. The moment you step into a human kingdom, you may be targeted by bounty hunters."

"..."

"You may want to remain anonymous, but I must add a crucial fact concerning survival. In times of war, no country can remain unscathed and maintain peace for long unless it is the absolute victor. For those who have no support, there is no ordinary life under war, only omnipresent traps."

"..."

"Choose Southern Elie and you will gain a peaceful, legitimate, and protected territory; choose Saint Sveta and you will have the opportunity to save countless people from suffering and rebuild a homeland that you recognize."

"Therefore, your real choice is not between two futures you don't like: a secure exile versus a meaningful return. Please make your decision based on these facts."

Xia Yangyang had to admit that he was right.

Nothing is more tragic than a lonely, frail woman during wartime.

Since someone is willing to help her share the burden, she doesn't need to make things difficult for herself.

"Then let's go back to Saint Sveta as the Duke wishes. We'll have to trouble you along the way."

The young queen was a clever woman; as expected, she quickly understood the pros and cons without him having to say much.

"Taking care of you is the leader's order, and it is also the duty of a subject."

On the way back, she sat in the sled, startled by the sudden tremor of the heavens and earth. Looking back at the altar, she saw a huge, terrifying black cloud covering the area above.

Even from nearly a hundred miles away, they were intimidated by the evil power hidden within.

Hati...

Was she really misunderstanding him this time?

She gazed at the black mist, her fingers gripping the yellow crystal necklace tighter and tighter.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty?"

When Xia Yangyang came to her senses, she saw Anji waving his five fingers in front of her eyes.

"The little prince is asleep. I'll look after him. You should get some rest tonight," Angie asked softly, noticing her distracted state.

Xia Yangyang nodded, untied the yellow crystal from her neck, tied it around her son's neck, and then handed over the swaddled baby in her arms: "Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Angie's heart was filled with love for the heir to this newly born nation, and she quietly carried the little prince out.

Xia Yangyang lay back down, exhausted.

I wonder how that guy is doing now.

They say that evil deeds will live on for a thousand years, but recently there have been reports of his death everywhere, and I heard that his body was burned.