Transmigration:The Villain Wants A Happy End Without His BeastHusbands-Chapter 147: This World Will Have To Bend

The dining chamber was small. Not like a clan manor, just an inn’s private room, refined but far too enclosed for comfort.

All four of them sat at the table. And Ningyan sat among them. Eating. Or at least trying to.

He kept his head down, carefully avoiding everyone’s gaze as he moved his chopsticks with exaggerated focus.

He should have prepared himself. He knew it would be awkward.

But knowing it and sitting here, surrounded by them were entirely different things.

His throat had gone dry.

At some point, he’d started drinking more water than actually eating.

The room was quiet. Unnaturally quiet. Only the faint sounds of utensils against porcelain broke the silence.

And one very obvious problem. Yan Wuhen.

He wasn’t hiding it. Not even a little.

His sharp, burning gaze stayed locked on Lan Meishan. His grip around his wine cup tightened until faint cracks began to spread along its surface.

Lan Meishan, meanwhile, remained completely composed. He ate as though nothing was wrong. As though Wuhen wasn’t seconds away from snapping.

Which only made it worse.

Rong Yue’s lips curved slightly as he reached out, placing a gentle hand over Wuhen’s arm. A quiet attempt to calm him.

It didn’t work.

Wuhen’s tails swayed behind him, restless like flames waiting for wind. He looked one breath away from lunging across the table when Jun Haoxuan finally spoke.

"Ningyan." His voice was soft. But it cut cleanly through the tension.

Ningyan froze. His cheeks were puffed, full of water. He swallowed quickly, his throat working as he forced it down, his face flushing. "Eh...?"

Haoxuan blinked at him, taking in the flustered expression and gave a small smile. A wordless prompt.

’Speak.’

Ningyan stared at him for a second then his eyes widened. "Oh."

He straightened, clearing his throat before turning to Wuhen.

Wuhen’s possessive gaze snapped to him instantly. And without breaking that eye contact, Ningyan said, "...Haoxuan and I are married."

Silence.

Rong Yue’s feline eyes dilated.

Wuhen went completely still and then his nine tails flared out behind him like living, burning flames.

"What?" He slammed his hand against the table, making the dishes rattle violently and leaned toward Ningyan at once, his expression shifting into something raw, almost desperate.

"You’re getting married to everyone except me?" he demanded. "Do you hate me that much?"

Ningyan blinked, caught off guard.

"It’s... not like that." His voice wavered, and he hated it. Maybe it was the way Wuhen was looking at him, like something in him had genuinely been hurt. It didn’t really suit his usual shameless, teasing nature.

"...Then what is it like?" Wuhen pressed, his voice tightening as he leaned back. His tails swayed behind him, slow and restless, still lit like living flames. "You’re married to a snake and an overgrown snake, but I had you first."

Jun Haoxuan rolled his eyes without bothering to respond. Rong Yue let out a quiet chuckle. Lan Meishan simply adjusted his glasses, even though they weren’t crooked.

Ningyan clicked his tongue softly, a hint of mischief creeping into his expression. "You can be my concubine."

Wuhen’s eyes narrowed.

"My concubine?" he repeated, clearly offended. "I am stronger than both of them combined. I should be your husband. I should have married you when I had the chance."

Ningyan scoffed. "Uh huh."

"I don’t think that will improve your situation, Hen-er," Rong Yue said lazily.

Ningyan shot him a flat look. "Why are you still here, Rong Yue? I already told you I don’t accept your apology. That means I want nothing to do with you."

Rong Yue smiled, completely unbothered. "I can see that."

"Then leave."

Wuhen looked between the two of them, blinking.

"...Hm?"

Jun Haoxuan exhaled, clearly losing patience. "Ningyan and Lan Meishan are coming with me to my clan."

Wuhen’s gaze snapped toward him instantly.

"You want to take him to a battlefield?" His voice dropped, sharper now. "The dragons are already at war with each other. The serpents are preparing to overthrow the beast clans. And you want him in the middle of that?"

He leaned forward slightly, eyes burning. "He should come with me to the Vermilion Fox Clan. We may be called chaotic, but we are far more peaceful than whatever that is."

He said it like a simple fact.

"You do not get a say in this." Jun Haoxuan’s eyes sharpened as it settled on Yan Wuhen.

Wuhen lips curled into a slow, dangerous smile, his fangs flashing.

"Yan’er," he drawled, ignoring Haoxuan entirely. "Did this overgrown snake threaten you?"

His eyes gleamed. "Tell me the truth and I’ll bring you his beating heart myself if that’s what you want."

Ningyan exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck in frustration.

"I don’t think anywhere is safe right now," he said. "Not with what Lan Yunlai is planning."

The room quieted slightly at that.

Rong Yue tilted his head. "And you trust Lan Meishan?" he asked.

Ningyan’s brows drew together. "I trust him more than I trust you."

Rong Yue’s lips curved faintly. "Indeed you do."

That did it.

Ningyan’s eyes darkened, a vivid purple glow flickering within them. "What are you implying?"

Rong Yue lifted his hands in mock surrender, amusement clear in his expression.

"It seems I’ve made an enemy of you," he said lightly. "How unfortunate."

Ningyan huffed. "I’m only tolerating you because of Rong Chao."

"Then I should thank him as well," Rong Yue replied smoothly.

"We are going to the Azure Dragon Clan." Lan Meishan finally spoke, his voice soft and low but it cut through everything.

He turned his gaze to Jun Haoxuan. "Shall we leave tonight?"

Haoxuan nodded without hesitation. "That would be best."

And just like that, it was settled. No argument. No discussion.

Ningyan stared at them for a moment then simply shrugged.

If they were going to decide things so easily, then fine.

He picked up his chopsticks again and went back to eating, stuffing his mouth without care.

He could feel all of their gazes on him.

The four divine beast princes. All watching him. All focused on him.

In the original story, Su Ningyan had always been beneath them even though he had them wrapped around his finger. And in the end, he was destroyed by his own ambition. By them.

Ningyan’s grip tightened around his chopsticks.

That was not going to be him. Not in this life. Not ever.

If they stood at the top then he would stand above them. Not as equals. Higher.

A beast god.

This world will have to bend, because I refuse to have a tragic end. I will not allow it.