Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

Lu Xize stood with one hand on his hip, speaking with the relaxed yet assertive demeanor typical of someone in a superior position.

There was no response, so I kept my gaze on her face.

Her almond-shaped eyes, which were always calm and serene like autumn water, were wide open at this moment, with slightly red and moist rims.

The princess, who had grown up secluded in her chambers, was already slender, and at this moment she resembled a reed swaying in the wind and rain, as if she might faint at any moment.

"Lu Xize, haven't you learned about propriety, righteousness, integrity, and a sense of shame? How can you say such things so brazenly? If someone uses your deceased brothers and parents to lure you into a trap, would you thank them?"

"..."

"Are you even human?!"

Her voice broke as she spoke, choked with sobs.

Lu Xize was taken aback by the scolding.

In military campaigns, efficiency and results are what matter. How many enemy heads were taken and how many enemy strongholds were captured? This is the first time someone has pointed their finger at him and cursed him, not focusing on his achievements, but condemning his morality.

He was even worried that something might happen to her, so he personally disguised himself as a coachman to protect her... How absurd!

The little bit of conscience I managed to squeeze out was all fed to the dogs.

"Propriety, righteousness, integrity, and a sense of shame." Lu Xize straightened up, crossed his arms, turned his face away, and repeated it in a low voice. Then he looked back at Lu Xize. "Oh, can the propriety, righteousness, integrity, and a sense of shame you've learned save your father, or the Xia family?"

"..."

"Besides letting you stumble into someone else's trap like a headless fly, what else can you do? The Xia family's fate is inevitable. I may disregard morality and shame, but I can at least ensure that this precious information is not wasted. You may not be able to save the Xia family, but you can at least do something for your husband... This is all thanks to me."

The seemingly frail woman opposite him was practically spitting fire; her lips were bitten until they bled, and the moment his last word fell, she raised her hand to strike his face.

But when she was only half an inch from his face, he easily grabbed her wrist.

The wrist bones in his palm were so thin and delicate that they seemed like they would break if he exerted too much force. The skin was white and thin, and when he gently rubbed it with his rough fingertips, a red mark was left.

Seeing that the person opposite him was about to collapse in anger, Lu Xize seemed to finally have a change of heart and softened his tone: "Elder sister-in-law, I know you've been kept in the dark and are angry, but staying angry for too long isn't good for your health. How about I suggest a good way to help you vent your anger?"

His words were full of gentleness and consideration, but the listener felt as if a snake's tongue had licked their back, sending chills down their spine.

The next moment, the tightly curled, slender white fingers were pried open and flattened one by one by an external force.

The large knuckles pressed against her finger bones, causing intense pain.

Xia Yangyang was startled and instinctively tried to pull her hand back, but it felt like her wrist was being strangled by the muscles of a python.

"How dare you! You dare lay a hand on me?" Her voice was filled with fear. "I'm your elder sister-in-law!"

A heavy, cold, hard gun handle was forcefully and undeniably shoved into her sweaty palm.

Lu Xize completely enveloped the back of her hand with one hand, forcing her to firmly grasp the murder weapon, while his other hand gripped her shoulder, turning her body around.

His lips brushed against her ear: "Doesn't my sister-in-law always talk about 'deep affection and loyalty,' boasting that she's my brother's most caring person?"

The gun was pointed at the prisoner on the ground, who had been tortured to the point of near death.

"Now that the person who harmed him is right before our eyes, this revenge should be taken by the one who loves him most. That would be the most worthy of our elder brother, wouldn't it?"

"Lu Xize! Are you crazy! I don't want to... Please let me go..." Xia Yangyang seemed genuinely frightened, shaking her head and trying to pull her hands back.

"As the eldest daughter-in-law of the Lu family, all you do is serve tea and dare not shed blood. Wouldn't people laugh their heads off if word got out?" Lu Xize's tone was terrifyingly calm. "Sister-in-law, watch closely. This is the fate that those who scheme against the Lu family and dare to set their sights on you deserve."

"No...please stop...!"

His index finger covered her finger that was tightly gripping the trigger, and he pressed down decisively—

"Bang--!"

A deafening gunshot rang out.

Even with Lu Xize's hand tightly wrapped around and cushioning the impact, the entire arm and even half of the body were still violently shaken.

The prisoner's body shuddered violently, a glaring red spot appeared between his eyebrows, and then he collapsed to the ground, motionless.

The warm, fishy-smelling liquid even splashed onto the back of her hands and cheeks.

The echoes of the gunshots buzzed in my ears, drowning out everything else.

Lu Xize released his grip with satisfaction.

The heavy gun slipped from her fingers and fell to the ground with a clatter.

"vomit……!"

Overwhelmed by a wave of nausea, Xia Yangyang kicked Lu Xize in the knee and ran out of the main hall.

Lu Xize watched her collapse and flee, his face expressionless.

He raised his hand and casually wiped away any bloodstains that might have splattered on his chin with his thumb, his movements cold and weary.

"Kill them all, leave no one alive."

*

Using this lead, Lu Xize followed the clues and uncovered the forces behind Lu Shaohuai's murder in just three days. Sure enough, it was the Zhang family, who were entrenched in the south and had the deepest ties with foreign invaders.

The Zhang family was the most powerful warlord in the south. Located in a rich and prosperous region, they had a large population and a strong army. In recent years, they had acquired a lot of new guns and cannons from foreigners by selling mining and road rights, and their appetites had become increasingly rampant.

This time, however, their plan completely failed.

Not only did they fail to secure the position of "princess" in the Xia family, but the spies they had planted over the years were also uprooted, and five of their carefully cultivated core members were lost overnight, severely damaging their strength.

When Lu Xize returned to the Lu residence after dealing with his brother's revenge, it was already dusk three days later.

He walked quickly and heavily, heading straight for the backyard as soon as he entered the mansion.

I don't know if it was because he was eager to see his brother, or because he wanted to see someone else.

The main room was filled with the strong aroma of medicine. Only a Western-style glass lamp was lit. As soon as Lu Xize's tall figure appeared, it was like a mountain suddenly cutting off the flow of air.

"Why is it you?"

The traditional Chinese medicine doctor, Liu, who was feeding the young master on the hospital bed with medicine spoonful by spoonful, was so startled that his hand trembled, and the medicine in the bowl shook, almost spilling out.

He quickly turned around to look at the person behind him.

Lu Xize had just returned from outside, his military cloak still on, radiating a chilling aura that kept strangers at bay.

"Young Marshal Lu! You...you've come to see the eldest young master!" He stood up hurriedly, his face wrinkled and his voice trembling slightly. "I was just giving the eldest young master his medicine, and I just finished this dose."

It's unclear who provoked this evil spirit.

He glanced at the half-empty medicine bowl in the old doctor's hands, then looked over the doctor's shoulder at the bed behind him, letting out a short, impatient snort: "Am I blind? Can't I see you feeding him medicine?"

Traditional Chinese Medicine Practitioner Liu bowed again subconsciously, trying to guess his thoughts: "Does the young marshal have something to say to the eldest young master alone? Then... then this old man will wait outside first, and after you have finished speaking with the eldest young master, I will—"

"Where is my elder sister-in-law now?" Lu Xize interrupted him.

That question came out of nowhere.

Dr. Liu was taken aback, clearly not expecting him to suddenly ask about the eldest young mistress.

Only then did he notice that the young marshal's gaze did not seem to be truly fixed on his elder brother on the bed, but rather turned towards a certain direction leading to the side courtyard.

He stammered as he replied, "The eldest young mistress... is resting in the west wing."

"The west wing?" Lu Xize's tone suddenly rose as he looked directly at Doctor Liu, his eyes like needles dipped in ice. "My brother has a fixed time to take his medicine; not a moment can be wasted. Wasn't this job something she insisted on taking herself, all sticking her neck out? How come, after only a few days of this, she's already putting on airs like a young lady, not even personally feeding him his medicine anymore?"

"Oh dear! Young Marshal! No! No!!" Doctor Liu waved his hands frantically, his white beard trembling. "The young mistress has been taking care of the young master with all her heart and soul, never neglecting him in the slightest! These days, she's often by his bedside, never taking off her clothes. When she's extremely tired, she'll just lie down on the low couch beside him, fully clothed, for a short nap. She personally prepares his medicine, feeds him, bathes and massages him—she does everything herself. Everyone in the manor has seen her sincerity!"

"Is that so?" Lu Xize's eyes sharpened, as if he didn't believe her, or as if he wanted to force something out of her. "Then why wasn't she here when it was time to feed her the medicine?"

"This..." Liu, a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, was speechless, his eyes flickering.

"explain!"

Startled by the low shout, Liu, the traditional Chinese medicine doctor, shrank back. Knowing he couldn't hide it any longer, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and confess: "The eldest young mistress...she wasn't...frightened by what happened at headquarters that day...?"

"..."

He secretly glanced up and saw that Lu Xize's expression was solemn and he had no intention of interrupting, so he continued with difficulty, "Ever since the day she was brought back by your headquarters, the young mistress has... has developed a high fever. It came on fiercely and lasted for three days. She was so feverish that she was talking nonsense... Although the fever has subsided a little, she is still very weak and has difficulty getting up. Right now... right now she is still in the west wing, lying in bed and unconscious."

After he finished speaking, the room fell into a deathly silence.

Lu Xize's expression didn't change much, but his deep, dark eyes darkened for a moment when he heard "high fever for three days" and "bedridden and unconscious".

A corner of the military cloak brushed the ground as the departing figure moved swiftly away.