Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

The backyard of the headquarters.

Aunt Wang, who specializes in collecting and washing soldiers' bedding, brought a basin of washed sheets to air them out. She was quite surprised to see a clean sheet hanging alone on the line.

Looking up, he saw his young marshal with a cold face coming out of the soldiers' washing area.

The sleeves of the military uniform were rolled up two layers, revealing a section of forearm that had not yet been dried.

Aunt Wang was startled and quickly put down the basin and went over: "Young Marshal, oh dear, we women can do this kind of work. You, with your hands that hold gun barrels, how can we trouble you to wash these things yourself?"

Lu Xize hadn't expected to be caught, and his body stiffened for a moment before he naturally unfolded his sleeve: "Oh, it was just a small thing."

It's not about whether it's convenient or not; the main problem is that the sink's water pipe is small, and the space is also small. There's nowhere to wash the bed sheets. It would be much more spacious to go directly to the laundry room.

Aunt Wang wanted to say something more, but her young master showed no intention of lingering. He left in a hurry after saying a few words, not as if he was afraid of being praised for his frugality and hard work, but rather as if he were a thief.

After what happened last night and the embarrassing situation this morning, Lu Xize became a coward for the first time, and dared not return to the Lu residence. He stayed at the headquarters all day under the pretext of official business.

But it seemed like fate was working against him.

The next day at noon, his adjutant brought him a distinguished guest.

"My sister-in-law was unwell, and the soldiers guarding the city noticed something was wrong and stopped her. Upon closer inspection, they realized that she was actually the young marshal's sister-in-law. We dared not let her leave the city rashly, so we invited her over."

Lu Xize rubbed his temples wearily and waved to his adjutant: "I understand, well done."

After the adjutant left, only the uncle and his sister-in-law remained in the room, a rare occurrence.

Lu Xize, whose dark circles had not yet faded, lifted his thin eyelids and looked at the little girl sipping tea on the soft chair opposite him.

The culprit had clearly forgotten what reckless things he had done in the middle of the night.

He tried his best to restrain his gaze from glancing at those delicate pink lips, and used a fierce tone to mask his true feelings: "Why is my elder sister-in-law making a scene by leaving the city instead of resting in bed?"

"I want to go home." The young woman raised her bright black eyes, slammed her teacup heavily on the table, and said, "Lu Xize, let me out of the city."

"It seems the shooting a few days ago hasn't taught my sister-in-law a lesson; she's forgotten so quickly?"

"So this time I didn't go through the main gate of the Lu residence, and I even changed clothes with the servants and put on a silk scarf, so that no one else would recognize me."

Lu Xize's gaze went from her two long, black braids to her tacky red and green scarf, and then to her simple brown-gray servant's clothes.

It's strange, but her gray, coarse cloth clothes actually made her face look exceptionally delicate.

It was as translucent as white jade.

Suddenly, her thick eyelashes blinked, and her eyes darted around. Just from the lively, radiant light in them, you could tell that she was up to some cunning idea.

Sure enough, she leaned forward slightly and whispered a compliment: "Besides, Uncle is so capable, didn't he already take care of all those bad guys who were watching me?"

"..."

"I'm not afraid at all."

Staring at him with a smile in those eyes, Lu Xize's heart skipped a beat.

She was only eighteen years old, as tender as a flower bud.

When someone gets really sweet-talking, even the most silent mountain will murmur in response.

This time, she wasn't as indignant as when she smashed his house; women are indeed fickle.

Lu Xize's Adam's apple bobbed as he avoided their gaze: "Who will take care of my brother if you leave?"

"Before I married into the family, it was TCM doctor Liu who took care of me."

Lu Xize picked up his teacup and took a sip: "But you've already solemnly taken on this task, and now you're just going to walk away like that? Isn't that inappropriate? Is this how Chief Secretary Xia teaches his daughter to be untrustworthy?"

After he said that, there was no response from the other end for a long time.

Lu Xize lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment. Was it inappropriate for him to mention her deceased father in person after her family member's death?

When I looked up again, I saw her with her head down, her hands clasped together, rubbing her left hand's nails back and forth with her right hand's nails.

Is she...anxious, uneasy?

"Can I trust you, Uncle?"

Her trembling eyelashes obscured her eyes, and she spoke in a low voice, as if afraid of disturbing something.

Lu Xize's brow twitched slightly, his teacup hovering in mid-air: "What are you trying to say?"

Xia Yangyang raised her face, almost as if she were making a desperate gamble, and said, "I'm not going back this time out of impulse, but for... Shao Huai."

The teacup was set down with a soft "tap".

Lu Xize leaned forward, his previous ease vanishing instantly: "Explain yourself."

"When I was sorting through my father's old things before leaving home, I found many letters and scattered notes... These were my father's secret correspondence with Shao Huai. In fact, they had kept in touch all these years."

"Impossible. My brother hates the remnants of the royalist regime more than anything. Why would he want to associate with the Xia family?"

"My father was once a loyal and righteous man who loved the people, but in the end he sided with the royalists and was later denounced as 'stubborn and incorrigible.' Did my uncle never have any doubts about this?"

"..." How could he possibly understand a royalist? Not purging them all would be considered merciful.

"My father, Xia Chang, was Shao Huai's deepest hidden pawn in the south. He used this identity as a cover to plant multiple hidden agents in the Zhang family while dealing with those real royalist remnants to extract intelligence without arousing suspicion."

"If it's a secret letter, why was it scattered on the table and seen by you?"

"At that time, Shao Huai was heading south, and dangers were lurking. I guess... he probably guessed the worst possible outcome and deliberately let me see it. He insisted that I marry into the Lu family, all for this day..." She took a deep breath, raised her eyes, and her gaze was bright. "Because I saw a crucial list in my father's hand, which contained the code names and contact information of all the undercover agents."

These words carried such weight that, the moment they were spoken, the room felt as if it were being submerged in a deep sea under immense pressure.

He had worked closely with his elder brother for many years, and could be considered his right-hand man.

If there really was such a huge and dangerous game, why didn't you tell him?

Lu Xize stared at her, trying to find a trace of panic or fabrication on her face.

But in those eyes, there was only a stubborn clarity, washed clean by water.

She continued, "Over the years, my father and his colleagues have been secretly surveying and mapping the military defense fortresses, troop deployments, and supply routes in the south... That detailed layout map should be nearing completion."

"..."

"If I can find the list and the blueprints... then your future recapture of the South won't just be empty talk, will it?"

"Looking for?" Lu Xize seized on this word precisely. "Don't you know where the list and blueprints are?"

"I don't know for sure..." She lowered her eyes and admitted frankly, "but I can guess a few places where Father might hide the most important things."

Lu Xize didn't speak. He shifted his posture and looked at her: "If what you say is true, why would your father's last letter tell you never to return to your hometown?"

"That's because he knew I would go back!" Xia Yangyang's voice suddenly rose and then quickly fell, her eyes instantly reddening, but she forced back the tears. "Who is my father? The former Grand Secretary of the capital! If he truly wanted me to stay out of this, he would have written it more subtly and meticulously, or perhaps he wouldn't have left this letter at all!"

"What kind of logic is this?"

"The more he tells me not to go back, the more I can't bear to watch them die!"

"Why?" Lu Xize frowned and pressed, his tone scrutinizing, trying to understand a completely unfamiliar emotion.

"What else could it be?!" Xia Yangyang's tears finally welled up, completely forced out by the genuine confusion in his eyes.

She had never seen such an emotionally dull person; they were like rotten wood!

"Don't you understand such a simple truth? Because he is my father! The father who carried me on his shoulders to see the lanterns and taught me my first word! Our family must live together, and even in death... we must die together! He wrote 'Remember' twice, not to persuade me to live alone, but because he knew I would never live alone!"

Lu Xize was struck head-on by the most straightforward and intense emotions in the world, leaving him somewhat at a loss.

A moment of blankness flashed across his handsome face.

Those almond-shaped eyes, wet and glaring at him, were surprisingly bright, sincere and resolute, like tempered glass, clear to the bottom, yet incredibly hard.

There's something about her.

Something extremely pure, scalding hot, almost burning.

His frankness startled him, a man accustomed to hypocrisy.

He looked at her and suddenly felt a tightness in his throat.

It turns out that when people reach their extremes, crying is not a sign of weakness, but rather a burst of breathtaking vitality.

It's so beautiful it's almost lethal.

It cannot be ignored, much less desecrated.

But her current condition is dangerous.

The worst thing you can do when marching and fighting is to be led by your emotions, as this will make you lose your judgment.

Not to mention the perilous journey south, even her brother, who was so meticulous in his planning, was assassinated. How could she, a pampered young woman relying solely on her courage, possibly succeed?

Furthermore, while she claimed it was for her brother's sake, wasn't she also using this opportunity to avenge her family?

The deadlock between the Lu and Zhang families had already been formed.

If we let her go south now, and things go wrong, not only will her life be in danger, but the situation in the north may also become passive, and the secret she told us about her brother's years of planning will never see the light of day again.

Seeing his continued silence, Xia Yangyang visibly grew anxious: "Lu Xize, you've locked me up and are keeping an eye on me only because you're afraid something will happen to me, or that I'm hiding something sinister. But what if the way to avenge Shao Huai is hidden in my family's courtyard, in a shadowy place where we haven't told any of you? Are you going to keep me trapped here, watching the days pass by... letting this scheme that Shao Huai laid out before he fell into a coma go to waste, or even fall into the hands of someone who might harm him?!"

Lu Xize, who was deep in thought, was interrupted by her words.

Seeing that his sister-in-law, who was even more anxious than him, had already stood in front of him, blocking the light in front of him.

It was as if if he hesitated for another word, he would be slapped across the face.

He leaned slightly to the side, elbows bent, and rested his hands on the table: "Even if my sister-in-law is anxious, she can't possibly fly to the Xia family mansion. This matter involves not only Shao Huai's revenge, but also countless undercurrents. Haste will only lead to rash actions, and one wrong step will result in total defeat."

This is tantamount to an indefinite delay.

Her anger and resentment felt like she'd hit a brick wall: "So what? I still came to the wrong person?"

He stared at her trembling lips.

"Three days," he said suddenly in a cold voice.

"I need three days to swat away these flies that keep coming from the north, drawn by the smell." He paused, "Three days later, I'll go with you."

A light gradually ignited in the eyes of the person before him: "Really...really?"

"There is no joking in the military. However—"

He drew out his words, stood up from his seat, and from looking down at her, his back bent, his gaze level with hers: "I don't want to be carrying around a burden."

"I am not—"

Before he could even utter a rebuttal, a finger silenced him.

His brows furrowed, and his dark, stern face made him appear savage and fierce: "For the next three days, elder sister-in-law must stay obediently in the Lu residence and recover from your illness. If the soldiers at the city gate send you back to me again... then this trip south will become a completely different story."