Transmigration:The Villain Wants A Happy End Without His BeastHusbands

"Wuhen." Rong Yue’s voice cut softly through the heavy air from the doorway.

The nine-tailed fox lifted his head, Ningyan still held securely in his arms.

His head rested against Wuhen’s shoulder, his face deceptively peaceful despite the faint, dark veins still crawling beneath his skin.

Rong Yue’s gaze fell onto Ningyan before rising to meet Wuhen’s eyes. "What did you do?"

Wuhen’s fox ears twitched. "Do not judge me." His voice was quiet, but there was nothing apologetic about his tone.

He carried Ningyan over to the bed and lowered him carefully onto the soft mattress, drawing the heavy silk blankets tenderly over his chest.

"You are the one being far too gentle with him," Wuhen continued, smoothing a stray lock of white hair from Ningyan’s forehead. "He is supposed to go to the Azure Dragon Clan. Instead, we are allowing him to linger here in Earth City while the corruption devours him from within."

Rong Yue’s expression darkened. "I know." He stepped deeper into the room. "But it is complicated. What happens if he sees Jun Haoxuan and attacks him? What happens if Haoxuan retaliates? A clash between two divine beast kings could ignite a war between the entire dragon and phoenix clans."

Wuhen’s red-gold eyes slowly began to glow, his pupils narrowing into thin slits. "Then let it happen."

Rong Yue stared at him.

Wuhen’s nine tails swayed behind him in tight, controlled arcs, though the crimson-gold flames dancing along their tips betrayed the raw fury beneath his calm facade.

"I will kill every phoenix that comes for him," he said, his voice dropping into a lethal tone. "Every single one."

"Hen’er—"

"I mean it." Wuhen turned fully toward him, his jaw set, his sharp fangs barely visible behind parted lips. "You don’t understand what they have done to him."

Rong Yue held his piercing blue gaze. "I understand more than you think."

"No." The word escaped as a low growl. "You don’t."

Wuhen took a step forward. "You keep relying on consequences, clans, diplomacy, and what happens if we make the wrong move." His eyes burned brighter. "We spent three hundred years mourning him. And now that he is finally standing in front of us, you want to act with caution?"

Rong Yue remained composed, though his fingers slowly curled into tight fists at his sides. "We cannot let our grief dictate every decision."

"Our grief?" Wuhen let out a short, humorless laugh, his nine tails snapping behind him. "You call it grief? I call it failure."

A suffocating silence descended over the chamber.

Wuhen’s gaze flickered toward the bed, softening for a second. "I wasn’t strong enough to protect him," he confessed, his voice cracking a bit. "I was there the night they took him and I...."

He swallowed hard, his eyes darkening. "I will not make that mistake twice."

Rong Yue watched him quietly for a long moment. "You want me to force him this time?"

Wuhen’s expression hardened into cold resolve. "No." He closed the distance between them until barely a breath separated their frames.

"I want you to do what needs to be done. And if you cannot..." Red-gold qi flickered around his body. "...I will."

Rong Yue exhaled a slow sigh. "Hen’er..."

"Do you even know how many phoenixes I’ve killed since he returned?"

That single question finally shattered Rong Yue’s composure, his brows furrowing in surprise.

Wuhen’s eyes remained frigid. "The ones tracking him. The ones watching his every move. The ones waiting for the right moment to drag him back." His fingers flexed, a faint spiral of red-gold fire curling around his wrist. "They haven’t stopped. They still believe he belongs to them."

His gaze shifted back to Ningyan. "They are wrong. He is not their weapon or their war god."

Wuhen looked back at Rong Yue, the hardness in his features melting away. "He is Ningyan. Our Ningyan."

Stepping forward, he raised his hand and wrapped his fingers gently around the back of Wuhen’s neck. "He is..."

The nine tailed fox instantly went still under his touch. Rong Yue drew him close until their foreheads rested together, closing his eyes as their shared breathing synchronized in the quiet room.

Wuhen leaned into the warmth, letting his eyelids fall shut at last. "You already brought him closer to us..." he muttered.

Rong Yue’s expression softened.

His fingers continued to stroke the back of Wuhen’s neck, slow, steady, and reassuring until the lingering tension gradually left the fox’s shoulders.

Wuhen finally leaned back just enough to look at him. His red-gold eyes still glowed, but the lethal, murderous edge had entirely dissolved.

"I have a plan," Rong Yue said quietly.

Wuhen’s fox ears perked up.

The shift was comical. His red gold eyes brightened, and his nine fluffy tails lifted slightly behind him in sudden anticipation. "Tell me."

Rong Yue smiled at how effortlessly his attention had shifted. "If we keep dragging Ningyan from one solution to another, he will only keep guarding himself. Every time someone mentions something he doesn’t understand, he retreats further into his shell."

Wuhen’s expression turned thoughtful. "So?"

"We put everyone he needs in one place."

Wuhen blinked.

Rong Yue continued, his tone calm and calculated. "No clan elders. No outsiders." He paused, letting the weight of his words settle. "Just us."

The lingering excitement vanished from Wuhen’s face in an instant, his ears slowly drooping. "I don’t understand." He even pressed one long, graceful finger against his lips, looking genuinely perplexed, a rather amusing sight considering that only moments ago he had been threatening to slaughter the phoenix beasts.

Rong Yue released a small sigh. "You, me, Jun Haoxuan, and Lan Meishan."

Wuhen’s eyes squinted into sharp slits. "In the same room?"

"One of our private manors would be better. So Ningyan can see all of us without feeling cornered or trapped."

"And the children?" Wuhen tilted his head. "They may be the strongest key to unlocking his mind,"

"I thought the same," Rong Yue admitted, his fingers curling slightly into his sleeves. "But if it doesn’t... It could break him more than help him."

Wuhen fell silent. The thought clearly unsettled him, darkening his mood once more.

"We cannot force his memories out by violent means," Rong Yue said. "Not while the corruption is fighting this hard to keep them buried."

Wuhen slowly nodded, accepting the logic. "So we start with the four of us."

"Yes."

"And if that fails?"

"Then we adapt and try something else."

Wuhen glanced back toward the bed, a familiar, mischievous glint returning to his eyes as his lips curved upward into a faint smile. "Then let’s do it."