Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

Although in the new world, princesses are no longer class-discriminated with ordinary people, Xia Yangyang truly grew up with a silver spoon in her mouth. Not to mention suffering grievances, she is even more proud and unyielding.

Now that his parents have passed away, he has nowhere to go, and he's been forced to kill someone with a gun, it's no wonder he's fallen ill.

Lu Xize sat in a wooden chair next to the unconscious little girl's bed.

He lowered his eyes and quietly looked at the person on the bed.

Her eyes were closed, and she was covered with a soft brocade quilt, revealing only her slender neck and a solitary wrist.

Three days of high fever drained the color from her body, leaving her skin almost transparently porcelain white.

The butler was bowing and recounting in detail what had happened three days ago.

At first, Lu Xize remained calm, but as the butler spoke in more detail, he found the scene increasingly vivid and interesting.

It's so absurd it's laughable.

Can't help laughing.

According to the housekeeper, after the eldest young mistress returned, she went straight to the first madam's room, crying and making a scene, attracting all the elders in the mansion. In front of so many people, she tearfully accused him of being cruel and heartless, and of bullying his widowed sister-in-law, from the snake she had placed in her bed to using her life as bait.

Those old fogies who were usually suffocated by him and only dared to circumvent ancestral rules felt like withered trees meeting spring rain upon hearing this.

On those seemingly respectable old faces, an irrepressible, excited gleam instantly appeared.

Finally, the opportunity has arrived!

Finally, we can uphold justice and properly curb the arrogance of this outsider!

They surrounded her, each speaking with a mixture of pity and indignation: "Good daughter-in-law, you've suffered such a terrible injustice! Tell us, how will that scoundrel apologize? We'll definitely stand up for you!"

Unexpectedly, she neither wanted gold or silver, nor did she want an apology.

Instead, he led a large group of old-fashioned people who usually needed help walking and spoke with great emphasis, and they marched in a grand procession to his secluded courtyard.

The scene was so ridiculous it made my teeth ache.

A group of old men dressed in long gowns and mandarin jackets, with goatees, still needed a slender young woman with tear stains to support them.

While he was away on official business, they took their anger out on smashing things in his yard.

From his favorite rosewood screen, the military table he brought back from Germany, the hunting rifle and map hanging on the wall, to even his favorite teacup...

The most interesting one is the mastermind.

Every time he smashed something or kicked a door, she would stand by and sob, cursing him in a clear and distinct voice.

The room full of people were cursing and swearing at each other, which turned into a game of "flying flowers" (a traditional Chinese poetic game).

Old Man A smashed a vase and cursed, "His wolfish heart is plain for all to see!"

She slammed the stool down and then shouted, "Disregarding all moral principles! This is utterly depraved!"

The old man, trembling, snapped his cane in two: "To poison one's elders... disloyal... unfilial!"

As she helped the fallen old man B up, she added, "A mere cloak of humanity, utterly incongruous!"

One sentence after another, quoting classics and allusions, were all words of veiled attack.

It's a real pity I couldn't witness this vivid scene in person.

Lu Xize's gaze jumped to the little girl's lips, which were tinged with pink from repeated biting.

He was laughing, but a strange and unpredictable light flickered in his eyes.

This Xia family princess, who always uses her status as the eldest sister-in-law to suppress him, is anything but gentle and virtuous; she is clearly quite shrewish.

"Understood." He casually tossed five or six silver dollars into the steward's hand with a crisp "clatter," and said, "Go."

The butler had expected the young mistress to suffer, but to his surprise, the young marshal was unusually happy. The butler was overjoyed as he held the silver coins and quickly withdrew.

As dusk deepened outside the window, it tinged Lu Xize's profile.

After sitting quietly for a while, he lifted the thin blanket up her legs and said, "Crying like this, I thought you were going to amount to anything."

Xia Yangyang, who was watching the surveillance footage with the system, was so angry that she threw away her potato chips: [That little rascal, his mouth is incredibly foul!]

The system licked the potato chip crumbs off its fingers: [Snakes are cold-blooded animals, after all.]

Xia Yangyang: [No, I have to teach him a lesson.]

System: [How should I teach him a lesson? He carries a gun, and I can't beat him in a fight.]

Xia Yangyang stroked her chin mischievously: [Who says you have to use force to discipline someone?]

Seeing that his sister-in-law was not yet dead, Lu Xize felt relieved. After helping her with the blankets, he got up and left.

Suddenly, my fingers felt a burning sensation as they were pulled by a subtle yet persistent force.

Lu Xize paused, then belatedly turned around, only to see Xia Yangyang on the bed with her swollen red eyes open, staring straight at him.

Her eyes were unfocused, and she was clearly not fully awake.

Her thick eyelashes were stuck together in strands by tears, and she blinked with difficulty.

Lu Xize's breath hitched for two seconds, then he turned his face away, only to turn back and stare intently at her, as if to argue: "Why is my sister-in-law holding my hand?"

He could have easily pulled her away with his other free hand, but he deliberately tried to shake her off, only to have her grip tighten even more.

The little girl has a stubborn streak.

"Let go!" he hissed.

The delirious girl wasn't afraid at all. She looked at him with her watery eyes and her lips moved a few times, as if she was saying something.

Lu Xize didn't hear clearly, and subconsciously leaned closer, about to hear her indistinct murmurs.

"Did you burn yourself mute? Speak loudly—"

The words "sounds" hadn't even been fully uttered from his mouth.

Xia Yangyang suddenly sat up, wrapped her arms around his neck, tilted her head back, and kissed him with her rosy lips.

Lu Xize's whole body was as stiff as if it were filled with cement.

His breath stopped completely the moment her lips touched his.

She got up too quickly, her movements carrying the weak strength of a feverish patient; when her lips collided with his, they even clumsily bumped into his teeth.

With a very light touch, a weak electric current surged through the skin that was touching.

Her lips were hot and dry, with a few tiny peels, and they gave a distinctly rough feel when they brushed against his lower lip.

She seemed unsure of what to do next, but driven by some kind of chaotic instinct, she forcefully sucked on the soft flesh in the center of his upper lip.

Lu Xize was forced to remain in a bent-over position, his mind feeling like it had been bombed, exploding with a "bang".

Even if he knew very little about etiquette, he still knew a little bit about it.

That is, she is his elder sister-in-law, his brother's woman, and a taboo that he must never touch.

How could she... dare to have such illicit thoughts about him...?!

When exactly did she develop feelings for someone?

Could it be that he saved her from the gun attack that day?

Lu Xize's mind was in complete chaos.

He should push her away and condemn this heinous act that disregards human ethics.

But the vivid, almost painful touch on his lips, and the uniquely pleasant scent of hers and the medicinal aroma lingering in his nostrils, forcefully invaded all his senses...

Just as Lu Xize's breathing became increasingly rapid as he tried to respond, she suddenly withdrew, tears streaming down her face.

Her soft, boneless face rested on his shoulder as she sobbed softly, "Shao Huai, when you're not here, they all bully me..."

A bucket of cold water was poured down.

All the stiffness, emptiness, and burning illusions were extinguished unexpectedly at this moment.

He almost without hesitation forcefully ripped off her arms that were wrapped around him.

Xia Yangyang slumped back onto her pillow, her large, hazy eyes blinking, looking utterly lost and pitiful.

Lu Xize stared at her, raised his hand, and vigorously rubbed his upper lip, as if trying to wipe away some unclean and annoying watermarks.

More tears welled up in Xia Yangyang's eyes: "Brother Shao Huai..."

This soft, murmuring call pierced Lu Xize's heart, drawing blood.

It turns out she wasn't unkind or incapable of being coquettish; she just only showed this side of herself to her brother.

He suddenly became angry: "Do you know who I am?!"

The trembling woman blinked hard: "You are...Young Master..."

Before she could utter her full name, the response was a loud "bang" as the door slammed shut.

The room fell silent once more.

Xia Yangyang gazed in the direction Lu Xize had left, casually wiping away the tears at the corners of her eyes with her index finger.

Hmph, you little brat, trying to mess with me? You'll have to train for a few more years.

The butler, who had just passed by the door, watched his young marshal storm off in anger, completely baffled: "He really is capricious; he can even get angry at someone who is unconscious."