Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

Lu Xize had been keeping an eye on her, suspecting that she had designs on his brother. From small things like food to big things like acupuncture and massage, he would often launch surprise attacks, insisting that the two of them argue and banter before he would stop.

She still remembers the last thing he said.

His gaze was meaningful, like a cold snake coiling around you, sending chills down your spine. He said, "Your thinking may be a bit old-fashioned, but your brain isn't just for show. You won't lose your life so easily."

She didn't understand what he meant, but after that, he seemed to vanish into thin air, disappearing for half a month.

He didn't go back to his residence, nor did he go to the headquarters.

For the past two weeks, Xia Yangyang has been diligently taking care of Lu Shaohuai.

Not only did she become fair and plump, but her face also visibly gained some weight, and her complexion was no longer dull and sallow.

Both Western and traditional Chinese medicine practitioners were amazed, not only moved by the wife's meticulous care for the young marshal, but also exclaiming that it was "simply a medical miracle." They said that if things continued this way, it was not entirely impossible for the young master to wake up.

On the surface, Xia Yangyang was excited and happy along with the doctor, but in her heart, she was practically screaming with complaints.

Every dose of medicine he drank was mixed with high-energy nutrient solution he redeemed from the system store; how could his condition not improve?

It's a pity, she originally wanted to take advantage of Lu Shaohuai's improved health to win over her target.

That day, Xia Yangyang was boiling medicine as usual, shaking her head dejectedly, when a servant suddenly rushed in, carrying something in his hand.

"Young Madam! Young Madam! There's... there's a letter for you!!" The servant ran so fast that he almost tripped and fell as he stepped over the threshold.

Xia Yangyang quickly supported him: "Don't rush, be careful, what happened? Tell me slowly."

The servant was covered in sweat and his speech became slurred: "Young mistress, this is a letter from your hometown in Jiangnan. The old servant who delivered the letter... he... he died after delivering the letter to the gate of the Lu residence."

As he spoke, he handed the letter to her.

The letter had obvious bloodstains, and the envelope was addressed to "My beloved daughter Yangyang." According to the original owner's memories, the handwriting was undoubtedly that of the original owner's father, Xia Chang.

She quickly opened the letter; the contents were just a few words, and even a cursory glance was enough to make her eyes go black—

[My dear son:]

Foreign invaders have crossed the border, and our home has been completely destroyed. Your mother and younger brother have perished in the war, and your father is severely wounded and fears he will not live much longer. The Lu family is a long-standing friend and can be trusted. Do not return home under any circumstances. Remember this, remember this!

父

夏昌

[Last Words]

Since the eldest young mistress married into the mansion, she has always been calm, composed, and considerate of the servants, never showing any sign of losing her composure. However, after reading the letter, she left the medicine there, ran back to her room in a daze, packed a pitifully thin bag of luggage, and left the mansion directly.

He didn't inform the First Madam, didn't call for help, didn't bring any horses, and even left the most valuable gold and silver jewelry from his dowry in its original place.

She hailed a rickshaw, paid it a generous sum, and said, "The faster the better," heading straight for the city gate.

Sitting in the rickshaw, clutching her father's handwritten letter, her face grew paler and paler, frighteningly so.

Xia Yangyang clutched her head: [Ouch, System, I can't take it anymore! My head is so dizzy, my heart is about to jump out of my chest, and my body is out of control. What's going on?]

The system crunched on potato chips: [It's the remnant will of the original body. This body refused to marry into a lower social class and committed suicide by poisoning itself. You've only recently taken over this body, so seeing such shocking information naturally caused you to lose control for a moment.]

The farther Xia Yangyang was from the Lu residence, the more her head ached.

A light drizzle began to fall from the sky, and pedestrians hurried by, making the whole city seem as if it were veiled in mist.

She stretched out a hand to the driver in front, trying to call out to him so that he would turn around and go back.

Suddenly—

System: [Oh no!]

A gunshot rang out.

Without warning, the car body veered to one side.

Pedestrians, who were already in a hurry to find shelter from the rain, suddenly screamed and scattered in chaos.

A male voice, seemingly from an unknown direction, shouted, "Hurry! Capture the eldest young mistress of the Lu family, alive!!"

Xia Yangyang crawled out of the rickshaw in the rain, looking disheveled. With nowhere to hide, she could only curl up on the back of the rickshaw.

"Slap!" "Slap!"

Several bullets, sparks flying, pierced through the metal plate and grazed her face.

Her pupils suddenly trembled.

Xia Yangyang: [Quick! Buy a bulletproof shield!]

At that very moment, to her utter surprise, the driver suddenly sprang to his feet, drew a pistol from his waist, and spun around, firing a series of precise shots in several directions.

That burly figure, that slender waist—he was clearly not a coachman, but rather—

The man, wearing a sweat towel and a straw hat, suddenly lowered his head.

Those long, narrow, dark phoenix eyes, brimming with a keen hunting instinct, met her gaze.

Lu Xize?!

He grabbed the wrist of this "perfect bait" and threw her backward.

I thought I would fall onto the cold ground, but instead I was hit on the chest of a soldier who came to meet me.

Her almond-shaped eyes widened in disbelief.

What on earth is going on?!

At the same time, dozens of soldiers disguised as civilians surged out from different directions and chased after the direction of the attack.

The soldiers were dispersed.

When Lu Xize's gaze fell on a certain corner, a hint of ruthlessness suddenly flashed across his eyes.

He tossed his straw hat into the rain and chased after her without looking back, saying, "The young mistress has done a great service today. Take her back to headquarters and treat her well to keep her warm."

*

By the time Xia Yangyang had taken a hot bath, regained control of her body, and changed into clean clothes, Lu Xize had already brought back the captured criminal.

"It wasn't me... I... I only had that princess from the Xia family on my mission this time. Lu Shaohuai's death has absolutely nothing to do with me—Aaaaaah!!"

The moment the embroidered shoes stepped out of the side room, the desperate pleas for mercy from inside came to an abrupt halt.

A spurt of hot blood sprayed in front of him.

The bright red was glaring, just three inches away from the tip of her shoe.

Xia Yangyang swayed slightly, and only managed to avoid falling by holding onto the door.

She lifted her eyelids and looked ahead.

Despite being mentally prepared, I was still horrified by the inhumanly gory scene that needed to be censored, and my small face turned deathly pale in an instant.

A strong smell of blood hit me.

She covered her mouth and nose and turned to leave, but was forcefully blocked by two soldiers behind her.

"The young marshal is interrogating someone; the eldest young mistress cannot leave."

Her face pale, she turned back to the man sitting on the high seat, slowly wiping his fingers with a white handkerchief. Her voice trembled as she said, "Lu Xize... what does it have to do with me that you're interrogating your people?"

Under the dim light, his profile was handsome and sharp, with a few strands of half-dry black hair falling across his forehead.

He turned around, his military jacket open, revealing a slightly wrinkled shirt underneath, with two buttons undone at the collar.

The excitement of severing someone's neck with a single blow hadn't completely faded, mixed with an almost eerie coldness as he swept his gaze over: "How can this not be my sister-in-law's fault? Weren't you present when the shooting occurred? You rushed out of the city without taking a single servant from the Lu family. What were you planning to do behind my brother's back?"

He actually dared to bring this up.

Wasn't it he who used her letter home to lure her out of the city? Otherwise, why would he condescend to become a rickshaw puller and set up such a trap in advance?

The grief over her parents' deaths and the anger of being used intertwined, making her eyes red: "You bastard, how dare you interrogate me? Weren't you using my parents' tragedy as bait?"

"Used as bait..." Lu Xize casually tossed the white handkerchief he had used to wipe his hands onto the bloodstained torture device. "I don't like that way of putting it."

He seems to be in a good mood now that his trap has caught a big fish.

He stood up, his military boots stepping across the dark red, slippery ground, and stopped in front of her.

The shadow cast by her large figure almost completely enveloped her.

"If it weren't for me, young marshal, that old servant from the Xia family who delivered the message would have died long ago in Zhe County, dozens of miles outside the city. How would my elder sister-in-law have had the chance to see Father's last letter?"

"..."

"You were going to leave the city anyway after hearing the news, so helping me with a small favor is just a matter of course, isn't it? Besides, you and I have worked together to catch the murderer who tried to assassinate your brother, so your sister-in-law should be happy."