Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

Lu Shaohuai extended his hand to Wang Shu, who appeared calm on the surface but was inwardly screaming with excitement.

He noticed the Second Young Master's suddenly stiffened back, and when the Second Young Master's questioning gaze fell on him, he could only hurriedly lower his head and present the list written by the First Young Mistress herself.

It's actually quite respectable.

That name.

That title.

Every single one of them was a warning from the eldest son to the second son.

But Lu Xize seemed not to understand. He took the paper and looked at the neat lines of small, delicate calligraphy, the edges of which were torn by the excessive force.

It was her handwriting; even the ink was fresh.

The contact person, the code word, and the detailed location of the southern outpost are all clearly and concisely presented.

It was a complete list that even he himself had never asked about.

"She gave it to you willingly...?"

Lu Xize's voice was very soft, so soft that you could hear the tremor of angina.

Lu Shaohuai did not answer him immediately.

He simply took the water that Wang Shu offered again, habitually lifted the lid, sipped it a couple of times, and slowly took a sip.

That posture was far too composed.

Lu Xize was so composed that he could almost hear the soft cracking of his knuckles as he clenched them.

"Otherwise what?" Lu Shaohuai put down his teacup, his gaze fixed on his face like that of an observer watching from the sidelines. "With my current strength, can I still hold her hand and force her to write?"

Lu Xize remained silent.

But he knew perfectly well that he could, of course he could.

He is Lu Shaohuai. He never needs to use methods like "holding hands and forcing" to get what he wants from someone.

All he needed to do was let her know that not handing over the list would harm him.

She will write.

She would carefully write down, word by word, all the secrets she had been guarding for the past year, and present them to her brother.

Then she retreated to her room and endured all the grievances and misunderstandings alone.

As long as her brother wakes up, as long as he wants to speak, she has no room to refuse.

"Currently, anti-foreign and anti-southern sentiments are running high among the people in Beiping, and you've thoroughly investigated the routes southward," Lu Shaohuai's voice continued, still in his usual gentle tone. "Then let's not miss this opportunity and head south to reclaim the land."

Seeing the sparks flying between the two, Wang Shu really wanted to beg the second young master to back down. After all, what man could accept the despicable thing you did?

The fact that the eldest son didn't go all out and still showed brotherly respect is already quite kind of him.

At this point, admitting a mistake and seizing the opportunity to make a contribution—what obstacle can't be overcome?

But Lu Xize remained silent.

He held his elder sister-in-law's handwriting in his hand, lowered his head, bent his knees, and knelt down.

The blue bricks beneath my knees were icy cold.

The last rays of sunlight slipped from his shoulder and fell into the deepening twilight.

Wang Shu's eyes widened in shock, and he took a step back, his boot heel hitting the flower stand, causing the begonia flowerpot to wobble precariously before regaining its balance.

He didn't ask, "Are you letting me go or kicking me out?"

They didn't ask, "What will happen to her then?"

He simply knelt there for a long time, and then spoke:

"Brother."

The voice was hoarse, as if it contained a handful of sand.

"You don't love Yangyang."

It was not a question, not an interrogation, but simply a statement, a fact that he had finally confirmed from the moment he met Chen, from Tianjin to Beiping, from his brother's bedside to this list.

"You don't love her."

He looked up.

Those fierce eyes, which had always been filled with youthful vigor and whose elder brother had told them countless times that they "couldn't keep secrets," were now as deep as a pool in late autumn.

"You married her so that Chief Secretary Xia could retire with peace of mind. You treated her with courtesy and consideration because she guarded your residence for a year. You thanked her in exchange for her tireless care day and night."

He paused.

It felt like there was a wad of water-soaked cotton stuck in my throat.

"Brother, she is not a pawn in your game, but a treasure I cherish as my own life."

Lu Shaohuai's hands rested on his knees, his veins bulging and his joints bony.

Let him finish speaking.

He waved his hand and smashed the teacup on the ground, shattering it. Hot water splashed onto Lu Xize's face, leaving a red mark. Lu Xize remained kneeling upright, neither dodging nor flinching.

Wang Shu had never seen the usually kind and gentle eldest son display such a gloomy and terrifying expression:

"Lu Xize, she's your sister-in-law!"

Lu Xize replied, "She doesn't have to be."

Lu Shaohuai: "At least she still is!"

Lu Xize: "My life was saved by my brother. You would ask me to go through fire and water without hesitation, even death wouldn't be a loss. But Yangyang is a good girl, she deserves a chance to make her own decision!"

The room was very quiet.

It was so quiet that you could hear the soft rustling of the bamboo and cypress trees outside the window as the wind blew through them.

Lu Xize could hear his own heartbeat, one beat after another, like someone hammering a piece of rusty iron from a very, very far place.

His older brother just watched him.

He looked at him with a gaze he had never seen before.

It wasn't scrutiny, it wasn't calculation, it wasn't even anger or exhaustion.

It is something exceptionally old and helpless.

"I will not agree to a divorce." Lu Shaohuai rubbed his temples, his tone as if he were stating something that had already been decided and was unchangeable. "...Of course, this is not just my opinion."

He looked up at his younger brother and said, "You can go ask her. I believe that after eighteen years of marriage, we are still of one mind."

"I'll ask her," Lu Xize said, looking into his brother's eyes.

"..."

Lu Shaohuai pointed at his younger brother's nose, trembling with anger for a long time, then suddenly turned to his adjutant: "Wang Shu!"

The adjutant, who was trying to make himself invisible, let out a wail in his heart and stepped forward: "Young Master, I'm here."

Lu Shaohuai: "Help me to the study to sleep. I can't get over my anger if I look at this little brat for even a second."

"yes!"

Lu Xize kept his head down the whole time, kneeling without moving.

He spoke again as his brother crossed the threshold: "Brother, on the day I reclaim the South, please grant her her freedom."

Lu Shaohuai didn't stop walking: "Let's talk about you first, make sure you come back alive."

Wang Shu helped him, step by step, into the depths of the corridor.

The door behind him was neither closed nor lit, and Lu Xize knelt alone on the spot.

The empty, dark image resembled a deep well, slowly swallowing him up.

The moon rises from the east, and the night breeze blows through the hall.

He remained kneeling.

He slowly stood up, supporting himself on a low stool, as the sky began to lighten.

My knees are completely stiff and numb.

He folded the list and put it quietly into the inside pocket of his breast pocket.

After placing it down, he lowered his eyes, gently pressed it through his clothes, and smiled.

*

It was already broad daylight outside.

The servants were sweeping in the courtyard when they saw him come out, and hurriedly lowered their heads to avoid him.

Lu Xize didn't look at anyone, but followed the route he had walked hundreds of times, step by step, until he reached a door.

Just as I raised my hand to knock, the person inside opened the door.

The two collided, their wide, almond-shaped eyes meeting those bloodshot, dark eyes.

Her almond-shaped eyes moved down first, landing on the glaringly bright red burn on his cheekbone:

"What happened to your face?!"

"..." Lu Xize remained silent, but a layer of tears slowly rose in his eyes.

"Did your brother hit you?"

"……No."

Look at his disheveled and haggard appearance, as if he had been tortured. No one would believe him if he said "no".

Xia Yangyang bit her lower lip and stepped halfway out the door: "I'm going to find him!"

Before he could finish speaking, his wrist tightened.

He pulled her back.

In order to see his brother as soon as possible, he did not rest for three days and three nights. He knelt all night last night. His beloved's anxious care made this usually tough man feel safe and secure, and exhaustion overwhelmed him.

With such a huge body pressing down on her, most of its weight fell on her, and she staggered a couple of steps, almost falling to the ground.

He's too tall.

To accommodate her, he bent himself into a bow shape, burying his face in her hair, his posture almost like a curled-up cub.

"Eldest sister-in-law..." the voice was fierce and damp, "No one can force me to leave."

*

Before setting off south to leave.

Lu Xize, dressed in a solemn military uniform, came to say goodbye to his elder sister-in-law.

The eldest sister-in-law stayed by her brother's bedside. She was so worried that her brother choked while taking his medicine that she frowned deeply.

He had to resort to trickery to get a handkerchief from her, and he insisted on washing his hands thoroughly before even touching it.

She was gently wiping the medicine from her brother's lips with it.

It was his elder brother who saw him first and called him over to sit down. The beautiful figure had her back to him the whole time, and when she heard his footsteps approaching, her limbs visibly stiffened.

"Eldest sister-in-law, I have something I want to say to you." Lu Xize stared at her back.

A square strip of gauze was pasted on his cheekbone; she was the one who changed the burn ointment.

She kept her back to him, busily tidying up the medicine bowls on the table: "Say what you have to say here, in front of your brother—"

"Just a few words," he interrupted her, his tone forceful.

Xia Yangyang turned to look at her husband.

Lu Shaohuai leaned against the headboard, closing his eyes and pretending to be asleep, not wanting to say anything more.

She slowly turned around, met Lu Xize's gaze, and was so burned by it that she quickly looked away.

After hesitating for a long time, she finally put down the medicine bowl and went to the outer room with him.

The light outside was brighter than inside, with the setting sun filtering in through the window.

Lu Xize stood in the light and shadow, his face half in the light and half in the shadow.

Xia Yangyang clutched her sleeves, and without even looking up, she could feel the gaze that could melt a person's heart repeatedly tracing her image.

A bulging envelope was handed to her.

The voice coming from the top of his head was low and firm: "This is all the money I've saved up over the years. You can take it and use it."

She didn't answer, nor did she look up.

He waited a moment, then slipped the envelope into her hand, his fingertips brushing against her soft palm.

"I will write to you every month," he said firmly, staring at her lowered eyelashes. "You must read every single one and reply to every single one."

She remained silent.

Lu Xize: "My brother snores, grinds his teeth, and talks in his sleep. He also has smelly feet and bad breath. You should stay away from him in the future."

She finally looked up and glanced at him with considerable shock.

They seemed ashamed that he could come up with such absurd slander.

Lu Xize glared back angrily: "Isn't he awake? Why does he still need you to take care of everything? Can't a grown man take medicine and do something so simple that he can't even do it himself?"

The glance his sister-in-law gave him felt like a feather tickling his heart.

The thought of not being able to see or touch him for a long time stirred up a certain idea in his mind.

The potted green plant by the window, about half a person's height, has lush foliage that can cover most of my body.

Lu Xize suddenly reached out, grabbed her waist, and pulled her behind the greenery. He leaned down and silenced her scream with a kiss.

He was going crazy thinking about her.

Ever since her brother woke up, she has avoided him like a mouse seeing a cat.

He held the back of her neck with one hand, his fingers running through her hair, and wrapped his other arm around her waist. He could feel the softness of her waist through her clothes, and he could easily grasp it with one hand.

So detailed.

It was so thin that he dared not use force, for fear that it would break if he did.

But he still used force.

He held her even tighter, so tight that their bodies were pressed together, so tight that the rise and fall of her chest pressed against his chest, one beat after another, like the beating of a drum.

He bit her lower lip and pushed it inward, his tongue roughly prying open her teeth.

Even after trying it so many times.

They still couldn't resist the allure of it.

The person in his arms struggled fiercely.

She placed her hand on his chest and pushed hard. When she couldn't move him, she punched him.

A fist slammed into his shoulder, thud, thud, like hitting a rock.

Her strength was like a tickle to him. He had been through thick and thin in the military since he was a child, enduring swords, spears, and arrows. Was he afraid of a few punches from her?

He held her tighter and kissed her more fiercely.

His lips pressed against her skin, hot and rough, like sandpaper polishing jade.

Her face is so smooth.

he thinks.

Suddenly, her body jerked uncontrollably, and she abruptly turned her face to one side.

"vomit--"

The sensation rising in his throat was forcefully pushed back down.

Lu Xize froze.

His lips still bore the saliva from their kiss.

He slowly straightened up, staring intently at her averted face: "What do you mean... you think I'm disgusting?!"

The young woman leaned against the wall, her hand pressed tightly against her lips, her eyelashes trembling violently.

"Don't you like this?" he questioned.

Physiological reactions don't lie, and this struck him like a thunderbolt.

All of this happened too fast.

He couldn't believe that his brother's awakening would so quickly shatter the barriers he held so firmly in his heart.

Xia Yangyang finally found an opportunity to break free of her restraints and push him away.

As she wiped her lips, she maintained a safe distance: "Uncle, I came out to make things clear to you. Our relationship was wrong from the start. Now that Brother Shao Huai has woken up and isn't pursuing the matter... this is the best outcome."

"..."

Let's end it here.

Lu Xize's eyes were as calm as a stagnant pool, but beneath that stagnant water, something was churning wildly.

He looked at her for a long time.

"A wrong relationship?" He repeated each word carefully, as if he wanted to chew them up and dissipate them. "You're saying this is a wrong relationship?"

She didn't answer.

The closer he got to her, the more she shrank back. Seeing her face turn pale, he stopped, his eyes burning with desire as he stared at her: "Don't be fooled by my brother's hypocritical appearance, sister-in-law."

"..."

"My brother has a son." He spoke in a low voice, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth. "If he has one affair, he'll have another. He's a master at weighing the pros and cons. Can he guarantee that all his assets will be left to you?"

He paused, then suddenly laughed, a bitter and cold laugh.

"He can't."

"But I can."

"Even if I die on the battlefield, the compensation I receive will be enough for you to live on for the rest of your life."