Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. This ruthless killer, who would kill anyone who stood in his way, had already given his word. Who would dare send a bride to the Lu residence? Would they be courting death?

Poor Miss Xia, such a pretty and delicate girl.

How can one save face after being publicly jilted before even entering the marriage?

After being rejected by the Lu family, which young master would dare to marry her again?

Seeing that the matter was settled, Lu Xize pulled on the reins, about to turn back to headquarters, when he was stopped by a clear, slightly childish female voice behind him:

"Second Young Master," she began, her voice clear, "this marriage was arranged by the Lu family with all the proper matchmakers and formalities, and they even carried me here in a sedan chair from the Xia family. I'm already at their doorstep; how can you just turn back with a single word that says it's off?"

A cold glint flashed in Lu Xize's eyes. This young girl, at such a young age, had learned the outdated feudal etiquette perfectly.

Immediately afterwards, a considerable commotion broke out in the crowd.

Lu Xize turned his horse around and saw Xia Yangyang walking out on her own.

Because no one was there to help her, the heavy phoenix crown swayed precariously.

Her face showed neither humiliation nor fear of being jilted; her eyes were as clear as black jade.

She lifted her red embroidered shoes and walked towards the main gate.

"Stop!" Lu Xize's eyes darkened suddenly.

Xia Yangyang acted as if she hadn't heard his shouts to stop her.

“Pah!”

The whip lashed out half an inch in front of her toes, sending stone chips flying that landed on her calves.

She paused only slightly before continuing forward.

A murderous aura emanated from Lu Xize's face.

Preventing this woman from the Xia family from entering the house today was not only to prevent his elder brother from being controlled by the remnants of feudalism, but also a necessary measure for him to consolidate his position as the new young marshal.

If this woman is allowed to enter the house, she will become completely entangled with those old feudalists. How will my brother regain power in the future?

Lu Xize's mocking voice rang out again, even colder than before: "You're supposed to be a princess from a prestigious family, yet you've thrown away all shame just to get into the Lu family? Today I've truly seen what shamelessness means."

Xia Yangyang didn't stop walking; she even tilted her head slightly, her red lips, painted with rouge, curving into a smile: "Compared to your hospitality of cracking whips in broad daylight over the bridal sedan chair, my little bit of face is nothing to brag about."

Let alone a woman, even in a military camp full of rough men, who would dare to mock him like that?

The indifferent tone made Lu Xize feel a tightness in his chest.

She drew closer, lifting her skirt with both hands as she passed by his horse.

Up close, her features are exceptionally delicate and beautiful.

Lu Xize drew his gun with a backhand motion and pressed the muzzle down—

"Bang!"

The bullet struck the spot where she was about to land, and smoke filled the air.

A wave of horror erupted from the crowd, and they retreated in a massive retreat; even many of the onlookers fled.

"You're so eager to marry into the Lu family? What's so great about the Lu family? When they start eating people up, they don't even spit out the bones. If you go back now, you can still keep your chastity and be a carefree Xia family girl."

Xia Yangyang stopped, looked at the bullet hole, then looked up at Lu Xize with clear eyes.

She suddenly blinked: "What a coincidence, I actually had a few acupuncture and massage treatments when I was young. Maybe my tough bones can give the good teeth in this house a good whack and clear your brother's meridians."

"..."

"Second Young Master, why are you stopping me from coming in? Are you afraid that I... have really taken good care of your brother?"

These words contained a hidden meaning.

He claims to be protecting his brother, so what reason does he have to stop someone who could benefit him?

Lu Xize's gaze grew even more gloomy and sharp, so blatant it was as if he wanted to strip away the wedding dress.

Xia Yangyang didn't wait for his reaction. Taking advantage of his momentary hesitation, she turned sideways and jumped over the high threshold.

His feet landed on the blue bricks inside the gate of the Lu residence.

Her fair, rosy face was turned toward all the dumbfounded people outside the door.

She let out a soft sigh and raised her hand to tidy the pearls and jade that had been slightly disheveled by her movements.

A clear, resonant voice echoed throughout the quiet courtyard:

"The ceremony is complete. Now, I am Lu Shaohuai's wife, the eldest daughter-in-law of the Lu family."

To be honest, the liveliness in her beautiful eyes was completely at odds with the so-called "eldest sister-in-law's" authority.

She proudly raised her chin slightly, facing the dark muzzle of the gun:

"Now, Uncle."

She pronounced the name clearly and naturally.

"You can put your gun down now. Or... does the Lu family really have a family tradition of shooting at their own sister-in-law? I'll have to remember that and tell Shao Huai a new story when he wakes up."

Lu Xize's arm muscles were tense as he pulled the reins, and the veins on the back of his hand were visible.

The gun barrel hovered in the air for what seemed like an eternity before finally, with a slump, it was holstered.

The action was swift and decisive.

He stared at her and uttered only one sentence: "You'd better watch yourself."

Xia Yangyang smiled and said, "No need for you to trouble yourself, Uncle."

*

The wedding of the eldest son of the Lu family was an extremely joyous occasion, and the relatives and friends who came to offer their congratulations drank until midnight.

When Lu Xize returned from the headquarters, he saw old men and young masters lying on the ground, completely drunk and reeking of alcohol.

He utterly loathed the banquet; he returned because of tonight's wedding night.

Although his elder brother was unconscious and unable to perform any actions, the woman from the Xia family wanted to share a room with him. After much thought, he worried that the woman might resent his interference during the day, which could be detrimental to his brother.

According to custom, Lu Xize should avoid any impropriety between his brother-in-law and sister-in-law on his wedding night.

But he was the only one in charge of the family. If he wanted to enter the young master's mansion, which ignorant servant would dare to stop him?

He never expected that he would run into his sister-in-law coming out of the small kitchen as soon as he stepped into the courtyard.

The young woman was carrying a bowl of freshly cooked thick porridge. She had changed out of her bright red robe and was now wearing an old-fashioned pale yellow long dress that made her look fresh and vibrant.

Her long, thick, black hair was braided into a plait and hung down in front of her chest.

After removing her makeup, her skin became even more delicate and flawless, her eyes bright and her teeth white, like a flower bud yet to bloom.

"Why is Uncle here?"

She was surprised to see Lu Xize, but then she smiled.

"Uncle, you must be starving since you came back late. It's a pity the banquet in the front hall has already been cleared away. I made some meat porridge, have some."

Lu Xize glanced at the tray in her hand. It was filled with red and green things, like broccoli and lean meat, and steaming hot.

A young lady who never lifts a finger can actually make porridge?

He exuded a fierce aura, like a cold-faced Yama: "Who allowed you to enter this mansion? Get out!"

The young woman, who had been forcing a smile, immediately dropped the act upon hearing this. She snorted and turned to leave, saying, "Fine, don't eat it then. It was made for Shao Huai anyway. Go eat the pig swill outside."

Upon hearing that it was for her brother, Lu Xize called her back again:

"stop."

"What?" She turned halfway around.

Lu Xize's fingers were pale, slender, and the skin was so thin it was almost transparent.

He walked around to his sister-in-law, scooped up a spoonful of hot porridge with his beautiful hand, and brought it to her lips: "Eldest sister-in-law, you should have the first bite."

The young woman pursed her pink lips, remaining motionless for a long time.

Lu Xize looked up and saw the tears of humiliation welling up in her eyes. He sneered, "What? I'm offering you food, but you won't eat? Are you ungrateful, or are you afraid someone will sabotage you?"

"If I wanted to harm Shao Huai, you couldn't stop me even if you had ten eyes."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it cut through the night with a clear and crisp quality.

Before Lu Xize could answer, she actually leaned forward slightly and gently took a mouthful of the hot porridge with the porcelain spoon in his hand.

With that tilt, the pale yellow collar of her dress loosened slightly, revealing a shadow of her warm, jade-like collarbone in Lu Xize's line of sight.

Instead of swallowing it roughly, she first used her soft lips to barely touch the cool porcelain edge, paused for a moment, and then extended a little bit of her rosy tongue to quickly and gently suck away the warm porridge from the top of the spoon.

The movement was as subtle as touching nectar.

But the moisture on her lips and the slender lines of her neck as she swallowed were clearly visible in the dim light.

Lu Xize's gaze darkened.

After swallowing, Xia Yangyang not only didn't retract her gaze, but instead raised her eyelids even higher.

She slightly opened her mouth, protruding the tip of her moist tongue, allowing him to see her empty oral cavity.

Since Lu Xize was rescued from the imperial tomb by his elder brother at the age of fourteen, he had spent his days in the military camp, crawling and rolling around with a group of dirty and smelly men. He had never seen such a scene before, let alone stared straight at a little girl's mouth.

Immediately, it felt as if a corner of something tightly sealed by the boulder had been pried open.

Dry mouth.

"Are you relieved?" The younger sister-in-law straightened up, took out a plain handkerchief from her sleeve, and slowly touched the corner of her lips. "Now, can I go feed your brother? He's been lying down all day, he should have some soup and water."

Lu Xize stared at the faint watermarks on the handkerchief, but did not put the spoon away from his hand.

"Who told you my brother can drink porridge?" His tone was even colder. "The doctor said that he has difficulty swallowing while he is unconscious, and forcing him to swallow might cause him to choke."

The young woman opposite was clearly taken aback: "But the servants in the manor all say..."

"How can the medicinal broth prepared by the doctor be the same as your vegetable porridge?"

"...It was my fault for not understanding." She lowered her eyelashes, her voice softening, and her momentary unease seemed genuine. "I was only thinking that as a wife, I should do something. It would be such a waste to throw it away, so this porridge..."

Lu Xize waited for her to go with the flow.

But the next second, her fingertips were suddenly empty, and the spoon in her hand was snatched away. When she looked again, she met a pair of crescent-shaped eyes full of teasing.

It is so clean and handsome, even purer than glass.

"I'll eat it myself."

She continued speaking, her words completely devoid of any remorse for her earlier mistake.

As she turned around, the end of her braided hair hanging down to her chest flicked past his wrist before he could retract it.

It's a little tingly and itchy.

"If my uncle is hungry, he can go to the kitchen to get some. I made a lot, and even the cats and dogs in the yard got some."

The silhouette of the woman in the pale yellow dress slowly faded into the heavy shadows of the Lu mansion, like a drop of gold falling into an inkwell.

Lu Xize's expression immediately darkened.

What's wrong with him? How could he be led by the nose by a little girl?

Shouldn't she be hiding in her lonely bridal chamber and crying after being questioned and humiliated like this?

It seems he is still too soft-hearted.

If this woman who rides on his brother's head and bullies him can't escape the Lu mansion by crying and crawling, he'll write his name backwards!