Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

Spring passes and autumn comes, cold comes and summer comes.

Thirteen years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Xia Yangyang's biggest worry about William was the werewolf bloodline in his body. Fortunately, from birth until now, he has never shown the same violent tendencies as his father on the night of the full moon.

This put her at ease.

Something happened that surprised her, and she didn't know if it was because of blood ties.

William's childhood playmates included all sorts of people: intelligent, quiet, and active. But his favorite was Charles, who also had werewolf blood.

When he was one year old, he climbed onto Charles's shoulder and nibbled on it;

At the age of three, he began learning various languages ​​and basic gentlemanly manners from Charles.

At the age of five, he had already demonstrated innate talent in astronomy, geography, swordsmanship, and combat.

At the age of eight, he went hunting with Charles and became completely obsessed with it.

Now, at the age of thirteen, William has developed an obsession with and yearning for great power.

"Plop!!"

A sizable forest tiger was thrown into the center of the prey counting area, leaving the surrounding noble young men and women speechless with astonishment.

A deerskin boot stepped on the tiger.

It makes one's gaze follow the straight, tall boot upwards.

Thirteen-year-old William was already 1.8 meters tall, with a tall and slender figure among his peers, broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His physique was the result of long-term training and a smooth, graceful posture.

He inherited his mother's renowned exquisite features, but his lines are more sharp and defined.

Her high, straight nose resembled a mountain ridge, while the curve of her jawline was perfectly proportioned, and her naturally curly blonde hair softened the angular features that were about to grow.

"Mother, how about using this tiger-skin shawl as your birthday gift next month?"

William pulled the blood-soaked sword from the tiger's belly, threw it to the ground, and leaped to his mother's lap in a few swift movements. This bloody act contrasted sharply with his infectiously cheerful smile.

"May its warmth forever protect the monarch of Saint Sveta."

His eyes were chestnut brown and exceptionally beautiful.

When she smiles, her eyes look like they're filled with warm honey wine.

"I've been dealing with it for ages, afraid of damaging its fur and making it unworthy to present to Mother. Mother, please say something!"

Xia Yangyang looked at the hot blood splattered on his cheek and took out a handkerchief to wipe it away for him. She saw him stick out his tongue and lick the tiger blood from his lips into his mouth.

She paused in her movements.

He's really starting to resemble a wolf that eats raw meat and drinks blood more and more.

Xia Yangyang casually put down her handkerchief and said, "You've always been competitive. I remember last year's hunt, you almost tied with Charles by one point, and you were still unconvinced and said you'd settle things this year. But this year you've focused all your energy on keeping the tiger skin intact. What, have you changed your ways?"

At the same time, several more "thumps" were heard during the inventory check.

It was Charles who placed the bear, stag, and several hares he had hunted on the ground.

It is undoubtedly number one.

"Hmph." ╭(╯^╰)╮

William pouted briefly to express his disdain, but then smiled broadly again: "What's ranking more important than Mother? It's just that he's male and I'm female."

Despite running around all day, Charles's clothes were only slightly dirty at the corners, and even his shirt was perfectly neat.

He washed his hands thoroughly, walked up to the Queen, bowed, and offered his fair assessment: "Your Highness's performance today was outstanding. This tiger was very alert, and it took immense patience and courage to track and hunt it down on your own."

William was never modest: "Yes, but this is all thanks to how His Excellency the Duke taught me to observe the minds of animals. I have already decided to give it to my mother."

"This is a gift worthy of His Majesty, Your Highness." Charles nodded, his tone full of approval. "His Majesty will be proud of you."

The two of them flattered each other for a long time, making her a shawl and stewing bear paws. The more Xia Yangyang listened, the more suspicious she felt.

Sure enough, a month later, her birthday was over, and the newly made tiger skin was draped over her shoulders.

Just as he was in a great mood, William knelt down beside her and whispered, "Mother... I want to travel alone. I've seen enough of St. Sveta and the surrounding countries. Life is too short, and I want to see a wider world."

Her jade-like hand, which was stroking the top of his soft hair, paused.

William didn't dare to utter a word. Although his mother, as the Queen, usually presented herself as a mature woman with boundless love, in reality, she was unreliable and spent less time taking care of him than Charles did. It would be too difficult to awaken her maternal love.

She used all her wisdom in governing the country to tease him.

When he was just learning to babble, his mother loved to dress him up as a little princess and keep him by her side. Every day, a bunch of little princes from neighboring countries would follow him around calling him "Sister William." Until one day when he was five years old, he finally couldn't take it anymore. The sight of him standing up to relieve himself made the three little princes cry until they hiccuped.

Despite the etiquette teacher's dissatisfaction, his mother praised him highly: "William is so young, yet he can come up with such a brilliant plan to dismantle the enemy's lines. It's outstanding, hahaha." The next day, the strange news of Prince William "infiltrating in women's clothing for five years" spread throughout the palace.

Actually, Charles's first martial arts instructor wasn't his mother, but his mother. It wasn't until she threw him off the training field with an over-the-shoulder throw that Charles became his instructor. She ran over shouting, "Oh dear! Sorry, I forgot you're still so young!" "..."

His poor horsemanship stemmed from a lingering trauma from his mother; no matter how hard he tried, the horse wouldn't run. The teacher mentioned this during a lesson progress report. Then, she tied a string of firecrackers to the horse's tail. Watching him and the frightened horse gallop away, she rode her own steed leisurely behind, saying, "See, he'll be running again soon, won't he?"

Moreover, this already meager maternal love diminished day by day as he grew up.

Perhaps it's because his face looks more and more like his father's as it grows longer.

He had heard bits and pieces of stories about his parents from Charles; they were about a despicable man who repeatedly deceived and toyed with his mother, breaking her heart.

It's a pity he's already dead, otherwise he would definitely capture him and avenge his mother.

"Was it Charles who inspired you?" Xia Yangyang's tone was unreadable.

"No," William quickly denied, afraid she would blame Charles. "The Duke was merely fulfilling his duty as a teacher by explaining geography. It was myself, Mother..."

"..."

"I swear that when I return, I will be a good monarch, take good care of the people of Saint Sveta, and let you enjoy your old age in peace."

Is it a coincidence?

She thought she had never restricted his freedom, but he still longed for it.

That's just like that guy's personality.

A thirteen-year-old child, raised under his mother's wing, even if he has some knowledge, how could he understand what a good ruler is, or what the wickedness of human nature is? He casually made a promise as heavy as Mount Tai.

It's good to go out and explore.

After all, how can a few lines of writing about the rise and fall of dynasties in a book compare to personally wading through mud, which is more effective in tempering one's character?

"Ouch!"

William clutched his head and cried out in pain, his eyes brimming with tears as he looked at his angry mother, his aggrieved expression clearly that of a child.

Xia Yangyang got angry as she spoke: "How old am I? I'm in the prime of my life, what are you talking about enjoying my retirement! You brat, are you cursing me to age quickly?"

After she finished speaking, she raised her hand again.

William shrank back and hid, while protesting his innocence: "No, no, it's because I'm bad at talking. I won't say it again."

"You must have skipped a lot of etiquette and emotional intelligence classes to go to the training ground again, right? Do you only feel at ease when you're tied up indoors with a rope?"

"I'm attending classes efficiently, learning both physical fitness and etiquette at the same time, and the teachers all agreed to it." He finished defending himself, looking aggrieved, but he didn't feel any pain.

That snow-white, smooth hand, showing no signs of age, rested beside her knee.

"Don't mention Saint Sveta in public. Clean up your own messes and don't bring your own filth home."

"Oh..." William was still internally fuming when he finally reacted, slowly raising his head in disbelief. "Mother, you, you just said..."

Xia Yangyang smiled, somewhat helplessly: "You're all grown up now, and some choices should be made by yourself."

She got up, took a square topaz stringed with red thread from her dressing case, and helped him put it around his neck.

"Wear this when you leave, and remember, never take it off, especially in life-threatening situations... I think it will come in handy."

"..."

"Although the continent is vast, there is one place you'd better avoid: the far north. It's a place where storms rage year-round, and nothing grows there. Moreover, I've made many enemies there. If you enter this place, you'll face a nine-out-of-ten chance of death."

"..."

"Although you shouldn't have the heart to harm others, you can't be without the heart to guard against others. When you're out and about, the only person you can truly trust is yourself. You have a simple and honest personality, and you'll need to experience more of the cunning side of human nature to understand it."

"..."

William stared blankly at his mother, his eyes welling up with tears.

"And one more thing—"

He suddenly leaned forward and buried his face in her shoulder.

Xia Yangyang was slightly swayed by his bump, then a gentle smile appeared on her face.

She didn't speak, but simply raised her hand and stroked his slightly trembling back again and again, her movements as gentle as if she were soothing a frightened cub.

His arms were clenched tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force: "I will always love you, Mother."

Her chin rested gently on William's shoulder: "Me too."

*

William is a righteous and warm-hearted man, and he is also intelligent. The werewolf blood in his body makes him far stronger than humans, and he can even fight tigers and jackals with his bare hands without being at a disadvantage.

During his four years of travel, he encountered almost nothing that could stump him in the southwest, southeast, northwest, and northeast. He made many friends all over the country and grew into a handsome and dashing young man.

When he smiled and kissed the back of the other person's hand, asking a kind person for a small favor, both young girls and noblewomen commented as follows:

"Once you've heard his story, it's impossible to ignore his needs."