Quick Transmigration: Refusing to Be a Victim's Child

The servants who were serving them knelt on the ground, but they couldn't help feeling bitter inside.

It wasn't that they didn't serve him well; it was just that this young master was so strange that it was frightening.

The infant, barely two or three months old, had eyes like an adult, sometimes staring lecherously at the woman's chest, and sometimes glaring menacingly at several beautiful maids.

The wet nurses were too scared to approach, and they had to be replaced batch after batch, which angered the prince, who wanted to beat all the servants in the room to death. They had no choice but to secretly add a little sleeping potion to the goat's milk so that the young master could sleep a little longer each day.

"Reporting to Your Highness, the young master has probably wet his pants. This servant will have the wet nurses clean him up right away," a maid in a light-colored short jacket replied boldly.

Seeing this, Steward Liu quickly chimed in, "Your Highness, what Green Peach said makes sense. The young master has rarely cried lately. Perhaps he's not feeling well right now. He'll stop crying once he's been tidied up."

The Prince of Qin was exhausted by all these matters, and leaning against the headboard, he didn't even want to say anything anymore. He just waved his hand to signal him to do it.

Inside the east wing, Zhao Keyan, now renamed "Shao Gengzhong," is struggling for control of her son's body.

After she was separated from the skeleton that day, she originally intended to find a nearby mass grave and possess a female corpse.

Unexpectedly, after finally finding a healthy body, her ears were torn off by a stray cat... After going around in circles for most of the day, and with time almost up, the system finally told her to possess her son's body.

"That's just an empty shell of flesh and blood. No soul was ever born. The reason the body could move before was because a soul was stuffed inside. You squeezed it out. Although it's not a perfect fit, absorbing more luck will stabilize it."

The system doesn't discriminate anymore. It doesn't matter if ordinary people have little luck. As long as there are many people, it will run away once enough luck points are accumulated.

As for this stupid and vicious woman, who cares whether she lives or dies? She's trash and not worth caring about.

"Then why did you take so many luck points from me back then? You were just exploiting me!" Zhao Keyan said angrily as she floated towards the Prince's Mansion, demanding that the system return the luck points.

None of them mentioned the pain of "losing" her biological son.

The system was too lazy to explain to her at this moment. It simply said, "If you want to die, you can take it back," and then disappeared completely into the depths of her soul.

Without the system's help, Zhao Keyan couldn't even get rid of the lecherous ghost inside her body. The two were locked in a struggle, which was why the baby's expression kept changing.

Pangu Fan took advantage of the opportunity to go out for fresh air each day and kept watch at the Prince's mansion for a few days. After seeing that the two of them would not come out to harm others, he went straight back to the palace.

A few days later, a message began to circulate in the streets and alleys of the capital, sweeping through the entire city like a whirlwind.

It is said that a thousand-year-old evil spirit has been reincarnated, and this child brings misfortune to his parents and relatives. He lives by sucking the life essence of people. If he is not eliminated as soon as possible, he will endanger the country and the nation.

The rumor spread with great detail, reaching even the concubines and mistresses deep within the palace, though most of them simply treated it as amusement.

Anyway, they've never had a child in their lives, so this ghost baby can't possibly harm them.

However, in Ganquan Palace, the Empress, who was originally planning to visit the young prince, keenly sensed that something was amiss.

"In just three to five days, even the palace has heard about it. It seems that the person behind this is quite powerful."

Empress Wang slammed her delicate, nail-protected hand on the table. Her well-maintained face was filled with anger, like a blooming peony, yet also exuding a sense of majesty.

Upon hearing this news, she immediately thought of the young prince who was still in Yongfu Palace and suspected that someone in the court had secretly plotted against him.

A maidservant leaned down and whispered, "Your Highness, could it be those princes from the imperial clan causing trouble?"

The Empress glanced at her, neither confirming nor denying, but stating that the matter was of great importance and immediately ordered the imperial carriage to be prepared and proceed to the Qianqing Palace.

Shao Linshen had no idea that the rumors he had spread through the Pangu Banner had been attributed to him by someone with ulterior motives. Right now, he was still diligently practicing crawling.

As the saying goes, "Seven months to sit, eight months to crawl, and one year to walk," Shaolin Shen had been "grown up" for five months after being struck by lightning. He had also spent nearly three months in the deep palace, and he was already tired of being held in someone's arms all the time.

So, in the East Warm Pavilion of the East Annex Hall of Yongfu Palace, a guy wrapped in a padded jacket like a large rice dumpling was lying on a soft couch, his butt sticking out, huffing and puffing as he tried to crawl forward with his hands and feet.

Consort Shu, who was squatting to the side, found it amusing and deliberately stuck out a finger to push the little guy's bottom. The little dumpling in front of her immediately flipped over on the couch, becoming a little turtle with its four legs in the air.

“Wa ee ya, a poo ya ha…”

Shaolin was so angry that he unleashed a torrent of words at the other party, but his combat power was practically nonexistent. Instead, the palace maids and nannies protecting him around the soft couch laughed along with him.

Seeing her mistress's carefree attitude all day long, Granny Feng felt she had endless worries.

So he whispered a reminder: "Your Majesty, didn't His Majesty say last time that the little prince's first birthday banquet should be a grand affair? You should take advantage of this time to start preparing."

"Isn't the Empress taking care of things? I'll just listen to her when the time comes."

Consort Shu was baffled by this, but instead comforted the other woman, saying, "Her Majesty the Empress is always very thorough in her actions. She must have thought about those things more than I have. Please don't worry, Granny."

Granny Feng was speechless for a moment and could only step aside.

"Granny, our master is right. We should leave everything to Her Majesty the Empress."

Suqiu knew that she was thinking of her mistress, but unfortunately, her mistress didn't have that kind of cunning. It would be better to let her do as she pleased; perhaps she could live more freely in this deep palace.

"This is also the Duke's intention."

……

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

On one side, people are already preparing for their first birthday celebration before the baby is even a year old. On the other side, in the Qin Prince's mansion, the little prince who is always seriously ill is almost three months old, and they haven't had a third-day celebration or a full-month celebration yet.

If it weren't for the Prince of the County coming to visit every now and then, this child might have been secretly tormented to death by the maids and nannies.

“Nanny Qiu, the young master is crying from hunger, why aren’t you going over there yet? It’s your turn to breastfeed today, why are you so slow?”

"I... I'm not feeling well today, and I'm afraid I might pass on my illness to the young master. I'd better let Nanny Li feed him first."

A tall woman with a full chest stood by the window, shaking her head. As she spoke, she kept glancing at the baby in the crib, her eyes filled with fear.

The wet nurse, Li, whose name had been mentioned, was standing in the corridor outside, basking in the sun. Hearing her speak, she glared at the woman through the window, clearly annoyed, and said:

“I was the one who breastfed you the day before yesterday, so why am I the one who breastfed you today? If you’re really not feeling well, I can go and find a doctor to examine you.”

The baby in the crib was crying until his voice was hoarse, and the three wet nurses were still passing the buck to each other. The maids and servants around were so anxious that they stamped their feet, but none of them dared to go forward to pick up the child and comfort him.

Everyone has heard the rumors outside. Others may not be able to guess who this "evil child" is referring to, but those of them who serve the young master certainly know.

The group exchanged knowing glances, their eyes meeting the faces of the crowd, their cheeks sunken and their eyes rimmed with dark circles.

Zhao Keyan's stomach was growling loudly from hunger, and she felt dizzy and lightheaded. Finally, someone fed her some milk through the crib with a long-handled wooden spoon.

"Ding, please note, host, you have not absorbed any luck points for more than 24 hours. If you do not take effective action in the next three hours, this body will automatically expel you."