Transmigration:The Villain Wants A Happy End Without His BeastHusbands-Chapter 153: The Heavens Favor You

Rong Yue stood in the depths of the swamp, the Nine-Twist Serpent Vine coiled loosely in his grasp. It pulsed faintly, dim emerald light flickering like a dying breath.

At his feet, a head dropped from the rippling portal. It landed with a wet, dull sound.

Rong Yue glanced down and sighed. "...Wuhen."

The swamp stretched endlessly around him, dark water, twisted roots, the constant hum of unseen creatures. The air was thick, damp, clinging to his skin. His robes were soaked through, heavy with mud and stagnant water, droplets sliding from the edges of his sleeves.

With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the vine into the portal. Then he bent, grabbed the head by its hair, and flung it aside like refuse.

It disappeared into the murky waters behind him.

He stripped off his outer robes, the fabric clinging before peeling away from his skin. For a moment, he stood there in only his inner layer and removed that too without care.

Water traced down his torso as he stepped forward. The portal swallowed him whole. And just like that, he was back in the chamber.

The air felt different. Tighter.

He stepped out, barefoot against polished stone, damp hair clinging to his shoulders and immediately, his eyes landed on Wuhen.

Blood dotted the nine tailed fox prince’s cheek. His expression was carved from something cold and sharp.

Rong Yue didn’t comment. He didn’t need to.

Lan Meishan was already gone with the vine in hand, a portal closing behind him in a flash of emerald light.

Good. Rong Yue’s gaze shifted.

Ningyan lay motionless on the bed.

Jun Haoxuan sat beside him, one hand pressed firmly against his chest. Blue light pulsed steadily between them, deep, controlled, resisting the crystal.

Rong Yue watched for a moment.

Jun Haoxuan did not look at him. Not even once.

"...How long?" Rong Yue asked at last. His voice was calm, but quieter than usual.

He folded his soaked robes neatly in his hands before letting them dissolve into a faint silver glow, vanishing without a trace.

Jun Haoxuan’s gaze remained on Ningyan.

"Less than five minutes," he said. "According to Meishan."

There was something restrained in his voice. It wasn’t quite fear... it was something closer to acceptance. Like he was already preparing for the worst outcome and refusing to show it.

Rong Yue’s ears twitched faintly. Five minutes.

He exhaled through his nose and said nothing.

Beside him, Wuhen had not moved. But everything about him was restless.

His tails swayed low and sharp, like flames forced into shape. The sword in his hand dissolved into light, vanishing but his hands did not relax.

Instead, his claws dug into his own palms and blood welled slowly between his fingers.

He did not seem to notice. Or perhaps... he simply didn’t care.

Rong Yue had never seen Yan Wuhen like this. Not in all the years he had known him.

Wuhen, who laughed easily, fought recklessly, burned through the world without care, stood silent. And yet, everything about him felt... wrong like something inside him was on the verge of snapping.

Rong Yue watched him for a moment longer and looked away.

Is this what a mate means to him?

The thought came uninvited. And the answer was not what he expected.

"...pitiful," he murmured under his breath.

He could have gone to him. Could have said something.... anything.

But he didn’t move. Because he knew there was nothing he could say that would reach him.

So instead, his gaze shifted back to the bed. To pale, unmoving Ningyan.

Rong Yue frowned faintly. He didn’t like this feeling. He didn’t recognize it.

Was it... grief?

That didn’t make sense.

Ningyan wasn’t special. Not in the way he was to Wuhen. Or Lan Meishan. Or even Jun Haoxuan.

Rong Yue had only been curious. Curious about the one who had caught Wuhen’s attention so completely.

That was all. ...wasn’t it?

His ears twitched slowly.

He exhaled. Of course he was attracted to Ningyan.

Anyone with eyes would be.

But attraction was not attachment.

And Rong Yue did not get attached. Not easily. The only exception had been Wuhen.

And even then there were lines he never crossed. Boundaries he never allowed himself to blur.

...so why... Why did the sight of Ningyan lying there feel so heavy? Like something was pressing against his chest.

He clicked his tongue softly.

Troublesome indeed.

Rong Yue had never been a beast ruled by attachment.

He had no need for it.

All he needed was strength. Position. Control. As the divine beast prince of the White Tiger Clan, he had learned that early.

Especially growing up as a golden tiger in a white tiger clan.

Even with two white tiger parents, his golden traits had never gone unnoticed. Never gone unjudged.

It had followed him everywhere. The whispers, the doubt, the quiet comparisons... It had forced him to become stronger. Sharper. Better.

Even when his mother told him gently that he had inherited it from her father who was a golden tiger. It had never quite erased the weight of it.

So he rose above it. Refined himself. Built himself into something no one could question. And somewhere along the way, his ambition had taken shape.

The dragon crystal.

A power worth claiming. A power worth taking.

That was all that mattered.

...so why did this... feel like loss?

Rong Yue’s gaze lingered on Ningyan’s face.

Suddenly, an emerald portal tore open in the air.

Lan Meishan stepped through and moved straight to the bed. Straight to Ningyan.

His hand came down against Ningyan’s forehead, his breathing slightly uneven.

"Let go," His voice was low and tight directed at Jun Haoxuan.

Jun Haoxuan did not move at first.

His hand remained pressed against Ningyan’s chest, blue light still flickering faintly between his fingers as if he did not quite trust what was about to happen.

Slowly, he withdrew.

The moment his hand left, the blue glow collapsed and was immediately replaced.

Emerald light surged outward from Lan Meishan’s touch, spilling across Ningyan’s body in a soft but steady radiance. It wrapped around him completely, brighter with every passing breath.

Meishan’s eyes glowed in tandem. And for a moment, nothing else existed.

Then a slow warmth creeped back into Ningyan’s pale face.

Meishan’s breathing faltered just slightly.

His eyes closed. And for the briefest moment, relief crossed his face.

It was subtle but in a room like this, it was enough.

The tension shifted. Not completely gone, but loosened and everyone felt it.

Meishan removed his hand and straightened.

"He’s fine," he said quietly. "He will wake soon."

Silence followed.

Wuhen’s tails stopped. Just for a second.

The glow in his eyes dimmed, not completely, but enough.

He didn’t speak or look at anyone. He simply turned and walked out quietly.

Which, somehow felt heavier.

Jun Haoxuan lingered a moment longer. His gaze remained on Ningyan’s face, as if committing it to memory.

Then he exhaled softly and followed.

Rong Yue was the only one who moved closer. His eyes never left Ningyan.

"Are you certain?" His voice was calm. But there was something beneath it. Something quieter.

Lan Meishan looked at him. A flicker of surprise crossed his expression, brief, but noticeable.

"Yes," he replied. "Why do you doubt it?"

Rong Yue stopped at the bedside.

"We lost time," he said simply. "More than we should have."

It wasn’t an accusation. Just the truth.

Meishan’s gaze returned to Ningyan. His chest rose and fell slowly now.

"...Yes," he said after a pause. "We did. But he lives."

Rong Yue’s ears twitched faintly. "...Perhaps it is not his time to die yet."

Meishan did not respond. He only looked at Rong Yue for a moment longer. Taking in the expression on his face... the quiet heaviness there.

Without a word, he turned and left the chamber.

Silence settled again.

Rong Yue sat beside Ningyan, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. His tail moved slowly behind him, a low, thoughtful sway.

"It seems," he murmured softly, "the heavens favor you, little bird."