Transmigration:The Villain Wants A Happy End Without His BeastHusbands-Chapter 165: Perfect

By the time they returned to the palace, the storm had settled into a steady downpour.

Ningyan didn’t think about anything anymore.

Not Yunyi. Not the strange tension curling in his chest.

Only the heat.

The bath had already been prepared, steam rising in soft clouds that wrapped around the chamber. The moment he sank into the water, a low breath escaped him, his entire body going slack.

"Oh yes... that’s it." His head tipped back against the edge, eyes closing as the tension melted out of his muscles.

He was never standing in the rain that long again. Ever.

"Ningyan?"

His eyes snapped open.

He turned his head and there was Meishan. Standing behind him, composed as ever, glasses resting neatly on his face.

Meishan crouched beside the pool, fingers brushing lightly against Ningyan’s neck, checking him. "You seem fine."

Ningyan’s lips curved, a little too pleased. "Who says I’m not?"

He reached up without hesitation, slipping Meishan’s glasses off his face. Emerald serpent eyes blinked at him, clear, focused, and just slightly caught off guard.

Ningyan’s fingers curled into his collar, tugging him closer.

"Who?" he repeated, voice dropping into a teasing whisper.

Meishan’s ears flushed instantly.

"I..." he hesitated, then admitted, "Haoxuan said you stayed in the rain too long."

Ningyan rolled his eyes lightly. "I’m a phoenix. A little rain won’t kill me. You two are overreacting."

Meishan studied him for a second longer, clearly unconvinced.

Ningyan released his collar and shifted, rising slightly in the bath, water sliding down his chest as he reached up to place the glasses back on Meishan’s face with surprising care.

Meishan didn’t stop there. His hand lifted, pressing gently against Ningyan’s forehead. Checking.

Ningyan mirrored him instantly, placing his own hand against Meishan’s forehead with exaggerated seriousness. "I’m not ill."

Meishan blinked. "Neither am I."

Ningyan grinned. "Perfect."

Without warning, Meishan leaned in and kissed him. It was soft at first.. just a brush of lips.

Ningyan’s breath broke. Heat surged through him, sharper than the bathwater, his fingers tightening instinctively against the edge of the pool.

Meishan didn’t rush. That was the worst part.

He explored, slow, careful, like he was learning him.. Tasting... Testing.

But his grip was not innocent.

His thumb pressed into Ningyan’s jaw, holding him in place as he kissed him again, deeper this time, more certain.

Ningyan melted completely. His hand lifted from the water, gripping Meishan’s robe, pulling him closer despite the barrier between them.

"Shan’er..." he breathed. Barely a whisper.

"I’m here.." Meishan exhaled softly against his lips, his restraint thinning with every second.

Steam curled thickly through the chamber.

Water lapped softly against Ningyan’s body as he pulled Lan Meishan closer by his collar, deeper into the heat.

He moved back slightly, as if to draw him into the water with him, but the moment stretched, deepened, his breath unsteady, his senses blurring at the edges.

Meishan’s free hand came to Ningyan’s waist, anchoring him before he could lose balance completely and the kiss turned hungry.

All of a sudden, Jun Haoxuan stepped in and stopped. His gaze landed on them... on the closeness, the tension, the unmistakable intimacy.

A faint flush rose along his cheekbones.

His lips parted slightly, as if he had intended to speak but no words came.

He looked away immediately, as if he had walked into nothing unusual at all. Without another word, he turned and stepped back, leaving the moment behind as quickly as he could.

By the time he returned to his sleeping chamber, the heat had not quite left him.

He exhaled once, steadying himself only to pause again.

Jun Shanyuan stood inside, her presence already filling the room, two attendants behind her.

"A-Yi." Jun Haoxuan’s brows lifted slightly in surprise as he stepped forward.

She smiled as her gaze swept the chamber once before she gestured lazily, dismissing her attendants.

They left at once.

Then she looked back at him.

"Where are your husbands?" she asked, the tease clear in her voice.

Jun Haoxuan blinked once. Twice.

The image he had just left behind flickered uninvited across his mind.

He suppressed it.

"...Meishan is not—" he began, then stopped, as if reconsidering the explanation entirely.

Jun Shanyuan waved a hand dismissively. "It doesn’t matter."

Her expression shifted more serious now. "I came about Ningyan."

That caught his attention.

"It seems something happened between him and Yunyi," she continued. "Her presence affects him... strongly."

Jun Haoxuan’s expression sharpened.

"Yes," he said after a moment. "I noticed."

He turned slightly, thoughtful. "I told Yunyi to stay away from him for now. She refused to explain what happened between them."

Jun Shanyuan sighed. "I expected as much."

Then, more firmly, "Father has issued a decree."

Jun Haoxuan’s gaze returned to her.

"There is a banquet," she said. "Tomorrow."

That wiped the faint amusement from Jun Haoxuan’s face instantly.

"A banquet?" he repeated.

"Officially, it’s to celebrate your marriage." Jun Shanyuan sighed, folding her arms lightly. "Unofficially... it’s to provoke you and Meishan. The serpents have been unstable lately. Disowned or not, he is still a Lan. Still recognized. More than Lan Shiyu, in some circles."

Jun Haoxuan’s hand rose, brushing over the base of his horn before sliding down to his forehead. "...what did he go to do at the Sky Palace?"

"Moshuang said only father was allowed inside." Shanyuan shook her head. "Do you think it concerns you?"

Jun Haoxuan’s jaw tightened.

"I’ll ask him myself," he said quietly. "Just... Not now."

He exhaled slowly. "I need a moment."

Jun Shanyuan’s expression softened. She stepped closer, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I’m here," she said gently. "And Shenzhen is as well. You’re not alone, brother."

Haoxuan’s lips twitched faintly. "Any news of him?"

Shanyuan smiled this time with clear amusement. "He was last seen in the Silver Wolf Clan. With Bai Ziru."

Jun Haoxuan scoffed under his breath. "That troublesome—"

He stopped as sweet, pleasure-filled moans slipped through the chamber.

Color rose sharply along his cheekbones.

Jun Shanyuan turned her head toward the bathing chamber and then laughed lightly, covering her lips. "Oh my..."

Her tone was bright with mischief.

"Brother, shouldn’t you—" she gestured vaguely toward the inner chamber, "—attend to that?"

Jun Haoxuan moved instantly. He caught her by the shoulders and turned her firmly toward the exit. "Enough."

His voice was controlled but tight. "It’s late. Go back to your children and your husband."

Shanyuan laughed outright now, allowing herself to be ushered out. "You truly need more excitement in your life, A-Xuan—"

The door closed on her words.

Silence returned. Almost.

Jun Haoxuan stood there for a moment, unmoving. The faint echoes from the bathing chamber did not fade.

If anything, they grew louder, the pleasure in them becoming unmistakable... Blatantly so.

His gaze shifted toward the closed doors.

A brief flash of temptation and conflict crossed his face. He took one step forward, halted, and then pulled himself back. Instead, he made his way toward the weapon rack, every movement slow and intentional.

His fingers came to rest against the cold surface of his twin swords... the chain linking them humming faintly beneath his touch.

He grounded himself there, breathing out slowly.

Choosing... not to go back.