Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

After going through a long and winding journey, including a trip to the forbidden area and several trials, Xia Yangyang was cleared of suspicion and settled with the Elf Saint.

The system introduction states that the elven holy child is named Samuel.

The symbolism is that of God's listener.

These past few days, although Xia Yangyang stayed by his side, she often stopped at the window.

She couldn't bear to disturb those fairies, whose every frame was as beautiful as a painting.

Samuel often rested on his couch, holding an ancient elven book in his hands. At his feet were rare luminous flowers and potted honeysuckle that never withered.

Every morning, he would take a bath, attended by as many as seventeen or eighteen little elves. After bathing, he would apply sunscreen all over his body because his skin was too fair and would turn red and get injured if exposed to even a little light.

Even something as simple as dressing and wearing clothes is taken care of by five elves.

Xia Yangyang has never seen anyone more precious than this elven saint.

It made her feel ashamed, as if even speaking a little loudly would offend him, let alone the matter of having children. Just thinking about it made her feel like she was defiling such a pure person.

Xia Yangyang: [Tongzi, you've met your true love.]

System: [Don't make lust sound so noble.]

Xia Yangyang: [What do you know, you data string? Love is a hand that reaches out and then retracts.]

System: [I didn't see it extend, I only saw it retract.]

Sunlight highlights the wood grain on the bookshelf, and the scent of red pine lingers in the air.

Samuel was sitting in a rocking chair with carved silver rattan, swaying lazily, one snow-white leg hanging down and the other leg wrapped around the chair.

Like a flawless piece of jade blooming amidst the vibrant flowers of spring.

[I'm going to faint, she's so beautiful, her beauty is breathtaking!]

A sudden exclamation arose, and the spine of the book slipped from Samuel's grasp, nearly falling to the ground.

That voice belongs to... that human who barely survived?

Isn't she now constantly being watched by the elves, being used as bait to lure out that so-called "monster"?

Samuel pretended not to hear and continued reading from where he had paused.

[Go Yangyang, Yangyang, don't be afraid! Go talk to him, show him you care! Take care of him! Like a ruthless bandit, offer him your delicious little egg custard!]

Samuel's brow twitched. What were these ruthless bandits?!

Then her thoughts paused, as if she had just realized something.

[Wait, elf...do you want some steamed egg custard?]

Samuel pressed two fingers to his brow, turned his head to the side, and spoke towards the palace door: "Stop hiding, come on over."

[！！！]

People are always hard to resist beautiful things, and Xia Yangyang was even more so; she surrendered completely.

Xia Yangyang walked stiffly in through the door with small, quick steps, holding a small bowl of steamed egg custard in a bamboo tube.

The first time she had been so close to Samuel, his face was even more perfect, like a god's. He looked up at her, and Xia Yangyang felt as if she had been given a whole pot of bewitching drugs. She couldn't move, and all that was left was her heart pounding like a drum, "thump thump thump".

"Your Holiness, I've come to thank you. You spoke up for me throughout the trial. If it weren't for you... I would definitely be locked up in prison by now," she said sincerely.

Samuel smiled slightly, a smile like a forsythia sprouting from a snow-covered building that had not warmed up for a long time.

"You're welcome. I just believe you're innocent. Innocent people shouldn't be treated unfairly just because they're not of my kind."

Samuel's favorability rating wasn't heard, but Xia Yangyang heard that her own favorability rating was about to explode.

His friendly attitude melted the icy wall between them, allowing her to relax as well.

Xia Yangyang handed over the golden-yellow steamed egg custard, a warm smile spreading across her face: "This is steamed egg custard I made, it's good for your health, I wanted you to try it."

Samuel glanced at the bamboo tube. It was small, just the right size to hold in the palm of his hand. The rough edges had been polished very smooth, and the maker had even brushed a layer of palm oil on it to make it look nice.

But no elves use bamboo tubes as containers anymore.

They mined underground minerals and resin to create all sorts of exquisite cups in different colors.

She made this bamboo tube herself.

"I appreciate your kindness," Samuel said. He didn't take the cup of custard, but glanced at it before looking away. "But right now, your most important thing is to protect yourself. The Court of Judgment intends to use you as bait, so you must be vigilant and not put yourself in danger again."

The girl in front of him nodded obediently like a chick pecking at rice. She understood the polite refusal in her words and picked at the bottom of the cup with her fingers holding the bamboo tube.

[As expected, this vulgar creature is unworthy of such a beautiful person. Waaah, I had to be pecked by a hen all the way to find this egg...]

Samuel hesitated, his fingertips hovering over the book cover, before tapping the hard paper casing.

In reality, he pretended to protect her in the palace, subtly suggesting that she stay by his side so that he could find an opportunity to handle her funeral arrangements properly.

The Grand Elder's failure to handle the situation properly has already left him with endless troubles.

The Elf Tribunal controls all information related to the four forbidden arts, making it difficult for him to access the latter half and thus preventing him from using mind reading to manipulate people's hearts.

This human witness is an even more dangerous and unstable factor than the Grand Elder.

Now that countless eyes are watching her life or death, he can't just take action directly, but—can't he just let her go and die on her own?

If you enjoy making him food so much... then maybe...

He suddenly smiled and looked up at the girl in front of him: "Actually, elves are born from nature and do not eat at the expense of harming other living beings."

The girl's eyes widened, and her expression became amusing. She held the steamed egg custard in her hands, unsure whether to spill it or eat it, like a schoolchild who had made a mistake, completely at a loss. In the end, she hid the steamed egg custard behind her back.

Her fair neck was flushed with an indelible sunset glow, making her look absolutely beautiful.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know the elves were so kind. I should have found out more before coming here."

"It's alright."

"So what do you usually eat and drink?"

He'd hit the nail on the head, and Samuel's smile deepened: "Fairy Dew and Fairy Fruit."

"Then I'll pick some fairy fruits for you next time. You've probably never tasted how humans cook fruit!"

Samuel shook his head regretfully, declining, "You don't have wings, so it's not convenient for you to pick the fairy fruit."

"It's alright! I just want to repay your life-saving grace! Just tell me what kind of fruit you'd like to eat~"

The girl's eyes were like the shimmering waters of a summer lake, and for a moment, Samuel felt that sincere light truly shine upon him.

He lowered his head, feigning hesitation, as if kindly lowering his own dietary standards to make it easier for the girl to repay a favor, before raising it again after a moment:

"It doesn't really matter which type. There are some low-growing fairy fruits near the Evil Spirit Forest that you can reach without flying, but it's too dangerous there, you—"

The energetic and enthusiastic girl had already run out: "Okay, I know, I definitely won't go to such a dangerous place! Goodbye, Holy Prince!"

[Hehehe, of course I'd go!]

Samuel then heard this thought, watched the pale yellow figure disappear from sight, and a chilling smile curled at the corner of his mouth.