Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

They crashed heavily onto the snow-covered slope beside the railway and rolled down the steep slope.

It rolled for an unknown amount of time before finally coming to a stop in a snowdrift.

Lu Xize kept himself at the bottom, absorbing most of the impact.

The world was vast and silent.

Xia Yangyang recovered first, and dizzy, she pushed herself out of his arms and crawled out.

"Lu Xize? Lu Xize! Lu Xize!!" She shook his shoulders, slapping his face as she called his name.

Lu Xize's eyes were closed, and he looked to be in very poor condition.

His face was pale and bluish, with abrasions on his cheek, and a long tear in the sleeve of his coat on his left arm from the rolling stone, from which blood was seeping out.

Xia Yangyang tore off the lining of her skirt and used her teeth and hands to bandage the wound.

I also performed CPR on him for ten minutes.

In the end, the person didn't wake up and ended up covered in blood.

Xia Yangyang panicked: [Oh no, oh no, oh no, is he dead? Where am I supposed to find a hospital for emergency treatment in this desolate wilderness?]

The system remained remarkably calm: [Don't worry, he's not dead, he's just frozen unconscious.]

Xia Yangyang: [Did you faint from the cold?]

System: [Have you forgotten what he is?]

Xia Yangyang murmured: [Snake...]

System: [Sigh, he lost too much blood and the environment was too cold, so he fainted and went into hibernation. It's a kind of self-protective mechanism of the body.]

No wonder he always keeps his collar turned up high; he's afraid of the cold.

Xia Yangyang collapsed to the ground: [That scared me to death!]

After regaining his senses, he realized something was wrong—he had passed out, passed out… Hmm? The chance for a beauty to save the hero has arrived, hasn't it?

*

"ah--!!"

Xia Yangyang was terrified when she returned to the cave with firewood in her arms, and the firewood she had been using to keep warm fell to the ground.

Xia Yangyang: [System...you only said it was hibernating...you didn't say it would turn into this...this...]

System: [Run! This isn't Lu Xize!]

Xia Yangyang: [Why the hell didn't you say so earlier?!]

She ran five or six meters when suddenly the system burst into hearty laughter in her mind.

System: [Hahahaha—You, you, you actually believed that?! That's hilarious!]

Xia Yangyang felt like a flock of crows had flown over her head: [You think you're funny?]

System: [I'm so happy! Lalala~]

Xia Yangyang didn't have time to argue with the system. She went back and cautiously peered into the cave from the entrance.

On Lu Xize's clothes was a large python, as thick as an adult man's arm, covered with dark gold scales.

The python was extremely weak, and its scales had lost their luster.

It seemed to have been awakened by the screams; its cold, vertical pupils were half-closed, and its snake head lay limply on its body.

Xia Yangyang swallowed hard, filled with fear: [It...it...it won't attack me, will it? Should I hit it with a brick and knock it unconscious?]

System: [If you're not afraid it'll brick you back after recovering, then go ahead and smash it.]

Why does it have to be a snake?

Her biggest fear is snakes; even just seeing them in cartoons as a child would send chills down her spine.

Her heart would pound and her teeth would chatter uncontrollably whenever she tried to get close to it.

Xia Yangyang: [No, no, I want a damsel in distress to save the hero, not a farmer and a snake, no, no, no… I'd better think of another way to increase her affection.]

System: [No, it's getting dark. If it gets any colder, it might really freeze to death.]

The black and gold python lay there motionless, almost blending into the surrounding withered grass and snow.

Xia Yangyang was extremely resistant: [But wouldn't it be strange for me to save a python like this? Who in their right mind would think a person could turn into a snake? Just looking at this scene, it's more like the snake is eating the person.]

Just when one person was struggling to unify the country.

Xia Yangyang felt a light touch on her wrist as a thin black shadow flashed past—it was the little snake Lu Xize had given her that had fallen to the ground.

"No, Black Bean!"

She immediately reached out to catch it, but missed. The little snake fell onto the cold snow and twisted its body to crawl toward the giant python curled up in the cave.

It flicked its tongue out very quickly, as if it were in a great hurry.

While rubbing its small, delicate snake head against the giant python's head, it climbed onto the python's body and sniffed its wounds.

This was the first time Xia Yangyang had ever seen anything like scratching her head in frustration on a snake.

Once separated from Xia Yangyang's body, the little snake's body temperature dropped rapidly.

Within a minute or two, he couldn't climb any further and collapsed onto the python's head.

Yet it still tried its best to cover the giant python's body as much as possible with its tiny snake body, attempting to shield it from the severe cold.

Its two eyes were fixed on the woman at the cave entrance, as if begging for her help.

A cold wind howled outside the cave, whipping up snowflakes.

Seeing this situation, Xia Yangyang knew that the arrow was on the bowstring and had no choice but to be released.

Her heart pounded: [System, visual block!]

System: [Don't worry, I'll direct you there, you definitely won't fall.]

She stared at the black and gold python, slowly moving her legs, which felt like they were made of lead.

One step, two steps... getting closer to it.

She could smell the faint, cold, fishy scent in the cave, imagine the cold, smooth texture of the scales, and feel the sensation of that body wrapping around her... Her stomach churned.

Finally, she crouched down shakily beside the snake's body.

She tucked the frozen black beans back into her bosom, then used the kindling she carried with her to start a fire.

Once the fire was started, the temperature inside the cave gradually increased.

The little black bean flicked its tongue and crawled out of her collar, nuzzling her chin with its head as if to express its gratitude.

With their vision blocked, their hearing became exceptionally acute; they could even hear the sound of the scales scraping against the dry grass.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, steeled her resolve, and took off her layers of warm cotton clothing.

Then, she turned to the python, gently parted its cold, slippery body, and carefully squeezed herself into the gap between the haystack and the snake's body.

The moment she touched the scales, her whole body shuddered violently, her hair stood on end, and she almost jumped up.

But she bit her lower lip hard and held back.

They covered it with all of their clothes.

Then, she stretched out her trembling arms and, very gently and slowly, lightly embraced the coiled, cold snake's body.

"Lu Xize..." Her voice trembled uncontrollably, whether from fear or cold, "You...you mustn't bite me...I mean no harm, if you want to bite, bite Black Bean...regardless of whether you have any memory now, or whether you understand human nature...that farmer and snake story doesn't promote education, it will leave a bad name for you for eternity..."

Xia Yangyang buried her face in the still relatively dry fabric, as if the heat was being drawn away.

Consciousness began to blur in the cold and extreme mental stress.

After an unknown amount of time, the giant python that was being embraced moved slightly.

In a daze, she saw Lu Xize, who had regained his human form, propping himself up with his uninjured arm.

Those familiar, sharp, dark eyes were staring at her intently, their expression complex and unwavering.

She was burning up with fever, her body as hot as a kettle, yet she remained curled up, embracing his lean waist.

I'm finally back to being human.

"You're so scared, yet you still want to save me..." Lu Xize's voice was terribly hoarse, devoid of its usual sarcasm and barbs.

What remains is weary and almost mild.

"I...haven't avenged my father and brothers yet..." The words, barely audible, were squeezed from his throat, each syllable requiring immense effort, yet burning with intense hatred. "I can't let you die..."

Before she was completely swallowed by darkness, she felt herself being lifted up and her cheek pressed against a warm, white chest.

The steady, powerful beat of a heart can be heard in my ears...

System: [Ding! System notification: Environmental danger level has been reduced to zero. Please allow the host to gain a certain level of favor before allowing the host to reproduce.]

*

An unfamiliar bed canopy came into view.

The bedding beneath me was dry and soft, with a pleasant scent of sunshine.

The air is much more humid and warm, it feels like we've arrived in Jiangnan.

Xia Yangyang tilted her head slightly and saw a tall, upright figure by the bed, fiddling with something on a mahogany round table.

It's Lu Xize.

He changed into a clean, dark gray casual outfit, and combed his hair. At this moment, he lowered his eyes and used his uninjured right hand to pour a bowl of brown medicine from a porcelain pot into a small bowl.

His movements even revealed a rare...peacefulness?

Xia Yangyang was momentarily dazed. What had happened? She remembered being on a train, then a gunfight, a snowfield…

The next instant, certain fragments suddenly crashed into my mind.

The cold, slippery feel of scales...

The massive, coiled black-gold snake body, the dark gold vertical pupils, and the sense of impending death alternating between high fever and extreme cold.

After Lu Xize finished pouring the medicine, he suddenly turned around and walked towards her. Xia Yangyang's body reacted before her mind could process it, and she closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

She hadn't figured out how to explain her behavior yet.

The sound of the porcelain spoon hitting the edge of the bowl was crisp. She heard Lu Xize carefully blowing on the hot medicine to cool it down before feeding it to her.

The bitter medicine went down my throat.

Xia Yangyang tried her best to control her facial expressions, but she couldn't help but twitch her lips.

That's so damn bitter, did he cook his own snake gall in it?

The sound of scooping medicine beside my ear suddenly stopped.

Lu Xize looked at the little girl pretending to be asleep on the bed, raised his eyebrows almost imperceptibly, and then put another mouthful of bitter medicine into her mouth.

To avoid being exposed, Xia Yangyang had no choice but to swallow it with difficulty, her expression becoming even more distorted.

The third spoonful, the fourth spoonful... By the seventh spoonful, the person on the bed's mouth was as if glued shut, and no matter what they did, they could not be pried open.

"Heh." A very soft laugh, tinged with obvious pleasure.

"You woke up just in time," he said, putting down the medicine bowl. The porcelain made a "click" sound as it hit the wooden table. "A few minutes later, and I would have been wandering around the Xia family mansion by myself."

The person on the bed suddenly opened their eyes.

He tilted his head to the side of the bed and met a pair of eyes that looked down at him with knowing eyes.

"Where are we?" she asked directly, ignoring the embarrassment of being caught pretending to be asleep.

"Are you delirious with fever?" Lu Xize asked calmly, yet naturally reached out to check her temperature. "Don't you even recognize your own home?"

My own home? It's... the Chief Secretary's residence?

The pattern on the bed curtains looked somewhat familiar upon closer inspection; this wasn't her residence, but rather the side room where the servants usually lived.

She excitedly threw off the covers and was about to get out of bed, but her body was too weak and her legs gave way. Just as she was about to fall forward, her wrist was firmly held.

She fell into Lu Xize's arms.

His chest was broad and warm, and the strength in his wrist was just right, neither making her fall nor being too forceful.

"Lie back down." Lu Xize pressed her back onto the bed. "In your current state, you can't even leave this room."

"You don't understand, this is the place where my parents, siblings and I were slaughtered. How can I wait? I can't wait even a moment longer!" Tears welled up in her eyes, and she struggled to get up again.

Lu Xize couldn't understand how this delicate, old-fashioned princess could have so many tears to shed.

He was just giving her a suggestion; he didn't tie her hands or feet or forbid her from going out. Why is she crying like that?

She's truly made of water.

He suddenly stepped forward, bent down, put one hand under her knees and the other hand firmly supported her back, and picked her up horizontally.

The action came suddenly, and Xia Yangyang gasped softly, instinctively clutching the fabric of his shirt.

"Lu Xize! You..."

"Don't you want to see it?" he interrupted her, his voice flat, his arm around her as steady as iron, and he strode toward the door. "I'll take you to see it."

A breeze swept through the corridor, carrying the unique warmth of the Jiangnan region's water vapor, ruffling the stray hairs on her forehead.

He carried her through the familiar archway and around the corridor.

The scene in the courtyard slowly came into view.

The old locust tree she used to climb as a child, the flower bed her mother built by hand under the tree is now just withered branches, and the stone bench where her father often sat to read is mostly broken...

Everything carried a desolate feeling of surviving a catastrophe.

Lu Xize stopped and stood under the eaves so that she could see the entire courtyard.

Suddenly, she turned her head and buried her face in his shoulder and neck, a soft, bitter sob escaping her body and reaching out to him.

The fabric in front of her chest was gripped even tighter.

Lu Xize's back was stiff. He was still able to handle himself with ease even when blood was splattered everywhere on the battlefield, but he was unusually helpless when faced with the silent sobbing in his arms.

If you try to persuade her not to watch, she'll cry; if you bring her to watch, she'll still cry. It's true that women are the hardest to deal with in this world.

He had no choice but to keep tightening his arms around her.

"You cleaned the courtyard, didn't you?" she said softly.

The fallen leaves on the ground were all fresh, and even the cracks between the bricks were wiped clean so that no bloodstains could be seen. All the valuables in the house had been moved out, but there was no mess or disreputable place to be seen.

He did everything he could to prevent her from witnessing those cruelties.

This also preserved the last vestige of the Chief Secretary's Mansion's dignity.

Lu Xize was silent for a moment, then forced out a curt sentence: "It was just something I did. You're not satisfied? Should I put it back?"

"No... thank you."

Xia Yangyang leaned against his shoulder and didn't say anything more.

Lu Xize stopped talking and remained in that embracing posture, like a guardian statue.

A gentle breeze swept through the courtyard, swirling up a few newly fallen leaves.