Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

Victor carried her downstairs. The Black Witch was gone, but he didn't care.

Upon seeing the human on their monarch's shoulder, the attendants unanimously averted their gaze, lowered their eyes, and arranged the ceremonial guard to await instructions.

Victor shoved Xia Yangyang into the sedan chair, followed closely behind, and with a wave of his hand, a thick black curtain fell from behind the white veil.

The procession began its return to Atlantis, and no one witnessed the monarch's secrets.

The tent remained silent for only a short while before Victor curled his lip in a mocking smile: "Was the Mariana Trench fun? Should I take you back?"

The purple jewel on his chest was gripped by a hand, pulling hard on the back of his neck.

"No..." A whisper as soft as a mosquito's buzz came from inside her arms.

The girl looked sickly and leaned against him like a cotton ball; her docility brought Victor a deep sense of comfort.

She should have done this a long time ago.

When a qualified dodder vine grows by clinging to his power, how could he possibly mistreat her?

"Why go to find the Black Witch?" he asked.

The girl in his arms trembled, her eyelashes fluttering slightly: "I... I want to escape from the ocean trench... but I don't want to be discovered and captured again."

This answer was unexpected by Victor.

He stared at her for a long time, then chuckled softly, his chest heaving with the sound.

This chuckle made the girl feel deeply humiliated, turning the tips of her ears red.

The deep trench helped him pry open her stubborn beak, and he was very satisfied with his initial decision.

He questioned what deal she had made with the Black Witch to escape the ocean, but then he felt reassured. She was all alone; what could the Black Witch possibly have to trade with her for?

The tent fell silent again.

Victor had a gentle look in his eyes. He took a soft blanket of seaweed and wrapped it around her cold body. He had always known that humans are warm-blooded animals and are not adapted to cold seawater.

"I want to see Ian." She cautiously rolled her eyes, observing his expression, then paused and added, "Please."

She had never been so soft.

These words were undoubtedly a sharp weapon that pierced through Victor's hard armor.

But he had been deceived so many times that he himself was unsure whether it was her true feelings or a new type of deception.

So Victor simply tucked the seaweed blanket around her and said, "We'll talk about it later."

"..."

"Go to sleep." He gently stroked her back with his palm.

After being rejected, Xia Yangyang neither cried nor made a fuss, as if she was truly exhausted. Soon her breathing became even and long.

*

The soft flesh of the clam beneath her was so tender that her waist sank into it. For Xia Yangyang, who had been used to sleeping on stone slabs for the past half month, this was not a pleasure, but rather torture.

She slept until her arms and legs felt sore and swollen.

She felt a dampness on her chest, as if something heavy was pressing down on her, making it hard to breathe.

"Mommy... Waaah, please don't sleep anymore..."

"Look at Ian, open your eyes and look at Ian, waaaaah... Ian misses his mom..."

Is Ian crying?

Ian, don't cry.

Xia Yangyang instinctively wanted to hug him and comfort him, but no matter what she did, she couldn't break free from the darkness. Her body felt like it was filled with lead, and she could only roll her eyes as far as she could go.

Before long, she smelled a fishy, ​​slightly sweet scent.

"What are you doing here, wailing? Go cry somewhere else." The heavy object on his chest was lifted off the ground, and the voice was rough and domineering. It was Victor.

An old hand rested on her wrist.

Xia Yangyang's heart tightened instantly. Had she not woken up for a long time? Victor had even invited the witch doctor.

The pulse was taken for an unusually long time; she felt as if her eyelids were being lifted open.

The witch doctor remained silent, and the blood flowed back to the spots where he had pressed his fingers was unusually slow.

Xia Yangyang heard a father and son, one big and one small, arguing at the tail of the clam.

Ian was crying loudly, seemingly punching and kicking Victor.

Those little fists rained down on his chest and abdomen, making his skin crack and pop.

"It's all your fault, it's all your fault, sob sob sob!"

"Why did you send Mom to the ocean trench! If it weren't for you, Mom wouldn't have gotten sick!!"

"You even lied to me and said Mommy didn't want me anymore, that Mommy went to give birth to human babies on land! Waaah, you always lie to me, always lie to me! I hate you so much!"

Xia Yangyang's lips twitched: "..."

Victor pursed his lips and remained silent, letting him tug at his fins and hair.

Kids will calm down once they've cried themselves out.

Ian soon got tired, his little shoulders twitching, and his big eyes filled with grievance and helplessness.

Finally, eight milky-white tentacles clung to Victor's neck, pried open his head, and placed his tearful face on top of his head: "If Mommy doesn't wake up, I'll never forgive you again..."

By this time, the witch doctor had finished his treatment.

"What illness?" Victor asked gravely as he approached Ian, his head resting on Ian's shoulder.

The shaman was already used to the monarch's excessive indulgence of the young monarch.

He shook his head, his brow furrowed. "It's hard to tell. Judging from the pulse, this vibrant young life shouldn't have such a weak and exhausted heart, yet apart from the heart, everything else seems perfectly healthy..."

Is the oil running out and the lamp going out?

Upon hearing this, Victor immediately dismissed it as absurd and ridiculous.

How could someone who was full of energy just half a month ago suddenly be dying?

Victor wouldn't listen to the witch doctor's subsequent diagnosis, or perhaps he stubbornly believed that disbelief meant the witch doctor's words were false.

Ask directly: "How to treat it?"

The shaman took out a strip of lime, picked up a pen and pondered on the seaweed paper, writing down several prescriptions for medicines that did not grow in the sea.

After handing the prescription to Victor, he pondered for a moment: "The young monarch possesses the divine power of the Heart of the Ocean. If we can keep the young monarch by our side to take care of him, it will surpass all the rarest and most precious treasures."

The witch doctor's words were exactly what Xia Yangyang wanted to hear.

"I do! I do! I do!!" Little Ian was extremely eager, and as he spoke, he tried to climb onto Xia Yangyang's arm.

But the moment her soft toes touched her skin, she was pulled away.

Xia Yangyang pricked up her ears to listen to Victor's reply.

"Did her ear twitch just now?" Victor asked abruptly.

In an instant, the atmosphere froze and fell into a deathly silence.

The three fish stared intently at the sleeping girl.

Hearing this, Xia Yangyang, who was fast asleep, was so frightened that she lay up straight and dared not struggle, for fear that Victor's suspicious nature would lead him to believe that it was another of her plots to kidnap her son.

After a moment, Victor was the first to look away: "I must have been mistaken."

The other two paths were also moved away one after another.

Xia Yangyang was too tired. Although the witch found her a dolphin's heart to keep her alive, the heart was clearly insufficient to support her energy consumption as a human.

The noise around me gradually faded away, and my consciousness once again plunged into darkness.

I hate this feeling so much; it reminds me of the countless unbearable nights she endured when she was in a vegetative state.

But Xia Yangyang discovered that there was something even harder to endure than the darkness of night.

She was unable to move her body, but was occasionally conscious.

The tingling sensation in her chest made her gasp. Even though she knew it was little Ian, she still found it hard to accept.

She psychologically identifies as a mother, but has never been pregnant.

She lacked the instinct to breastfeed her infant that comes with progesterone.

"How disgusting! How old are you?"

As the weight on her chest lifted, Xia Yangyang felt for the first time that Victor's voice was like heavenly music.

Ian blushed with shame when his father discovered his misdeeds.

Hanging upside down in the air like a wind chime, she waved her little fists defiantly: "You...you...how old are you? Why are you taking mine? This is my mom!"

Xia Yangyang's mind wandered. These past few days, the father and son had been bickering every day. It didn't matter how they bickered, as long as they didn't bother her.

The outside world had quieted down at some point.

It seems Ian has been sent away.

A slightly warm hand slid down her waist and hips, and Xia Yangyang was startled, almost jumping out of bed.

That's incredibly inconsiderate! How could he even bring himself to do it after she'd been through that?

A tingling sensation returned to my chest, but it was completely different from what Ian had brought.

What kind of weird fetish is this?

Xia Yangyang's cheeks were flushed from unconsciousness, and she had never felt such a strong urge to wake up.

Perhaps the healing power of the Heart of the Ocean had an effect.

When she stretched out her arm with all her might, she actually broke free from the restraints and grabbed a solid wrist.

The girl's brown eyes, like amber, were slightly open, misty with tears.

She saw Victor with his disheveled silver hair staring intently at her.

His entire upper body was buried in the straw blanket, his fins pressed tightly against her chest, and his other arm braced against the bed to avoid crushing her.

"Why can't I hear your heartbeat anymore, Xia Yangyang?"

"...!"

Xia Yangyang's fake heart skipped a beat, as if she were trying to hide something obvious.

His dark green eyes stared straight at her, his questioning tone was soft, like mist, yet so cold that she wanted to shrink back.

"Where did you take it?"