Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

Lu Xize sullenly blew in the cold wind for most of the night before finally suppressing the strange restlessness surging in his heart.

But once the seed of bodily reaction is planted, it will quietly ferment in the dead of night when no one is watching.

Half asleep and half awake, he seemed to smell the faint scent of medicine again, as well as the warm, sweet fragrance emanating from his sister-in-law that made his heart flutter...

She was wearing a slightly disheveled jacket and skirt, and a stunningly delicate flower was gathered in her hair.

She looked at him, not with disgust or anger, but...

A kind of allure he had never seen before.

The water glistens and sparkles.

She walked straight over, her cool, soft fingers touching his lips, sliding down to his belt, then around his back and onto his shoulders.

He seemed to be under a spell, and could only stand there, watching her tiptoe and tilt her small face up slightly.

Lips like berries slowly approached.

There was no more murmuring of "Brother Shao Huai".

Only her warm breath brushed against his chin.

Then, their lips actually touched.

His heart was burning with rage. He closed his eyes, cupped the back of her head in his large hand, and broke through the shackles to kiss her back deeply.

Suddenly.

When I opened my eyes again, the scene had changed, becoming intensely hot.

Inside the red-lacquered tent, rapid breaths mingled together.

Her long, loose hair swept across his taut arm as he gripped her wrist, which was so slender it seemed as if it would break at the slightest touch.

The person beneath him had tears streaming down their face.

That cumbersome pink jacket had somehow slipped away, revealing an even thinner fabric underneath, and what lay beneath it...

The undulating curves are clearly visible in every detail.

He didn't have time to figure out what was going on; he was being controlled by some long-suppressed desire.

He thoroughly ingrained that figure, always swaying before his eyes, sometimes fragile, sometimes agile, and sometimes fierce, into his very bones and blood.

"Eldest sister-in-law," he licked her earlobe and called out softly, unable to contain himself, his voice both sticky and urgent.

Just as that taut string was about to snap—

"Why...why do you have scales...?"

The young woman's trembling voice coldly shattered her sweet dream.

Lu Xize looked down in shock and saw that his arms were covered in disgusting black scales. From his chest to his waist, the delicate white flesh was gradually swallowed up by the black scales.

Suddenly, everything fell apart.

An extremely luxurious underground palace.

The dark, cold stone floor pressed against his back.

Lu Xize slowly raised his head and looked at the Empress Dowager of the previous dynasty on the throne in front of him. Her face was pale with makeup, like a vengeful ghost.

She looked down at him and spoke, her voice trembling with the hoarseness of an elderly person:

"You are young, and you are the most intelligent. When the late emperor was alive, he personally taught you riding, archery and military strategy, and summoned you for an audience in the middle of the night. The high regard he had for you was seen by all the civil and military officials."

Adorned with dazzling jewels, her hands trembled as she lightly touched her gold-inlaid jade nail guards: "Now that he has passed away, since you cannot die for your lord, take this 'Python Transformation Pill' and guard this underground palace for him for the rest of your life. This will fulfill the loyalty of your entire Chang family."

"No... Empress Dowager... I beg you, I beg you to have mercy!! I am willing to go to the border, I am willing to be a slave for eternity, please don't—" The boy's hoarse pleas broke in his throat.

"Rest assured, I will take good care of your elderly mother for you."

"No!!"

He struggled desperately, but how could a young boy's body withstand five or six bodyguards?

His arms were twisted behind his back, and his leg bones were pressed against heavy knees.

He could only desperately tilt his head back and watch helplessly as the eunuch's thin, pointed fingers picked up a shiny black pill with a pungent, exotic smell and stuffed it down his throat.

"Ugh—!!!"

A piercing, inhuman scream shattered the underground palace.

His bones seemed to be shattered inch by inch, then reassembled and stretched under some strange force.

The tendons and muscles twisted and swelled, and the skin was torn and peeled off by the hard material growing wildly underneath.

He heard the teeth-grinding "crackling" sound of scales emerging from the skin, and he could also hear the suppressed gasps of the "loyal ministers" around him and the Empress Dowager's undisguised, delighted chuckles.

In the last instant before his consciousness was completely extinguished, his unfocused pupils reflected his own body.

It was no longer a human body, but a ferocious python covered in jet-black scales with a faint shimmering dark gold.

"Hehehehehe..." The Empress Dowager's rare, hearty laughter echoed through the spacious underground palace. "Transformed into a python, guarding the tomb in your flesh, Persian envoy, you truly have not deceived me!"

"This old minister is fortunate to witness such a magnificent sight. Your Majesty is blessed!" The first treacherous minister stepped forward, cupped his hands, and knelt down.

"May the Empress Dowager bring you great fortune!!"

The remaining treacherous officials followed closely behind.

The Empress Dowager gracefully raised her sleeves: "The Persian envoy has rendered meritorious service by presenting treasures; he shall be rewarded with a thousand taels of gold!"

Beside him, the foreign envoy with curly hair, thick eyebrows, and deep-set blue eyes placed one hand on his shoulder and bowed elegantly: "Thank you for your great kindness, Empress Dowager."

Lu Xize suddenly opened his eyes!

He was breathing heavily, and his pupils, which had been elongated into thin lines, slowly returned to their human-like circles.

A fine layer of cold sweat broke out on my back, and my heart pounded wildly in my chest, unable to calm down for a long time.

The sky outside the window was already turning white, and the searchlight beams of the distant watchtowers streaked across the horizon in a regular pattern.

He propped himself up on the bed, supporting his forehead with one hand until his knuckles turned white.

He is no longer the boy he once was.

Lu Shaohuai rescued him from the imperial tomb.

What he had to do was to do everything in his power to help Lu Shaohuai and bring about a new era.

Although nearly ten years have passed and the already corrupt and decadent monarchical rule has been overthrown, some things are harder to die than ghosts.

For example, those deeply entrenched conservatives, and those remnants of the imperial party who waved the banner of restoration.

Now that he was awake, Lu Shaohuai didn't want to sleep anymore, so he thought he would go back and see his brother again.

He froze as soon as he made a move.

A tense and awkward reaction came from somewhere in my body.

He threw back the covers, and the sight of the dampness made his face turn ashen.

He abruptly raised his face, which was flushed with a suspicious blush.

His fingers tightened around the bedsheet, and his thin lips pressed into a stiff line.