Transmigration:The Villain Wants A Happy End Without His BeastHusbands Chapter 119: Three Bows

Opening the window of his carriage slightly, Wuhen poked his head out.

His ears twitched. His red-gold eyes narrowed as he glanced at the moon hanging in the night sky.

It was late. And he was starving.

With an irritated expression, he knocked on the wall of the carriage.

The carriage imdiately stopped.

One of the guards quickly approached the window and bowed his head. "Your—"

"Find an inn," Wuhen interrupted impatiently. "I’m starving."

Then he slamd the window shut.

Within minutes, the carriage began moving again.

Eventually, it stopped in front of an inn.

Wuhen stepped out with one guard accompanying him while the others remained behind to secure the carriage.

He entered the inn.

It looked decent enough.

The staff imdiately rushed forward to serve him, guiding him to a private chamber and bringing dishes to the table.

Wuhen ate alone.

Behind him, his nine tails swayed lazily in the air.

"The Phoenix Clan territory is rather dull," he muttered to himself. "Then again... there aren’t really any phoenixes here."

He leaned back slightly. "How I miss my Yan’er."

After finishing his al, he rose to his feet.

His original plan was simply to sleep until morning before continuing his journey to the clan manor to et this Madam Qin Linhua.

But just as he removed the hair tie from his hair, allowing the crimson strands to fall freely around his shoulders, he paused.

His expression changed instantly.

He had sensed sothing.

A very familiar presence.

His head tilted slightly. The red-gold glow in his eyes intensified.

"Lan ishan?"

He stood up imdiately.

A faint frown appeared on his face.

He stepped out of the chamber and walked toward the balcony.

Leaning forward slightly, he looked into the night. "What is that slippery thing doing in Phoenix Clan territory of all places?"

Without hesitation, Wuhen jumped off the balcony.

As he landed, his frown deepened.

The presence he sensed was fading. Almost as if it was being suppressed.

Wuhen imdiately suppressed his own aura as well. He had no intention of letting ishan sense him first.

Then he followed the faint trail of that presence through the night.

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anwhile, Ningyan and ishan had just arrived at the Fire Beast God Temple.

They had climbed what felt like endless stairs to reach it.

Only a few beastfolk were entering and leaving the sacred structure.

Both of them had already removed their disguises.

Ningyan was clearly nervous and excited. He was getting married.

The thought still felt unreal.

He was really doing this.

He was also secretly grateful that ishan didn’t mind that their marriage would be simple.

There would be no grand celebration. No red silk wedding robes. No ritual drums or ceremonial procession like most beastfolk weddings.

Ningyan glanced at ishan.

ishan held his hand firmly.

Every now and then, Ningyan lightly swung their interlocked hands as they walked.

ishan didn’t look nervous at all. If anything, he looked completely certain about this.

Ningyan blinked and quickly looked away.

The mont he turned his head aside, ishan quietly looked at him.

He noticed the small details.

Ningyan’s lips were slightly parted. He seed to be breathing through his mouth.

And his palm felt slightly sweaty in ishan’s grip.

ishan blinked. Then his lips curved into a small, almost admiring smile.

But he didn’t say anything.

He simply looked away again.

Soon, the two of them found themselves standing before the altar of the Fire Beast God.

They slowly released each other’s hands before lighting the incense burner beside the altar.

Taking a deep breath, Ningyan realized he was breathing louder than usual.

"Are we really doing this?" he asked quietly.

ishan looked at him. "If you’re nervous, we can postpone."

"No!" Ningyan said imdiately, shaking his head. "Let’s do it now."

He didn’t want to have any regrets later. Anything could happen.

ishan smiled at him.

Ningyan’s face heated instantly, but he cleared his throat and composed himself. Then the two of them turned forward again, standing before the weathered altar of the Beast God.

They knelt together in a silence heavier than any ritual drum.

There were no red silk banners or celebratory flutes, only the scent of ancient incense and the low, primal hum of the temple’s ancient energy.

With their eyes fixed on the towering stone statue, they perford the three bows of Baitang.

The first bow was to the vast, indifferent Heavens.

The second was to the Beast God watching over the temple.

The final bow was to each other.

As their foreheads touched the cool stone floor, the air within the sanctum trembled.

A low vibration rippled through the temple, like the faint phantom growl of approval from the god itself.

In that mont, the absence of a feast or marriage certificate felt aningless. The spiritual weight of their promise had already been etched into the ancient foundation of the temple.

They didn’t need a thousand witnesses to validate their union when the divine itself had acknowledged it.

When they rose again, they looked at each other and smiled.

They both understood the sa truth. They were no longer two separate beasts wandering the realms.

They were now partners bound by a silent oath. One that even the heavens themselves would have to respect.

Ningyan blushed. He noticed that the tips of ishan’s ears had turned red as well.

The sight made him want to jump forward and kiss him right there.

But suddenly, the back of Ningyan’s neck prickled.

His expression sharpened instantly.

He whipped his head toward one of the massive pillars standing in the shadows.

ishan’s lips trembled slightly before he turned in the sa direction.

Even though Ningyan couldn’t sense any demonic energy, his killing intent was already rising.

He had just found this fragile mont of happiness. He wasn’t about to let so lurking beast ruin it.

"We know you’re there," Ningyan said coldly. "Co out."

At that mont, a familiar presence filled the temple.

The mont Ningyan felt it, his eyes widened and all of his murderous intent vanished.

A figure stepped out from behind the pillar.

Yan Wuhen.

Handso as ever, his crimson hair hung loose around his shoulders, his nine tails swaying behind him in uneven, restless motions.

But he did not look happy.

There wasn’t even the faintest smile on his face. Nor did he look angry.

He simply stared at Ningyan, as if trying to convince himself that the person standing before him was truly real.

"Wuhen?" Ningyan asked in surprise.

ishan instinctively moved closer to Ningyan.

Wuhen’s gaze shifted slowly between the two of them.

Then suddenly, a deep laugh escaped his lips. "So this is how it feels."

The laughter faded quickly. And a frown slowly appeared on his face.

"...You bowed." His voice was suddenly quiet. Too quiet.

Ningyan’s chest tightened.

The silk of Wuhen’s nine tails pooled lifelessly on the floor, his ears drooping until the tips brushed his hair. "Three bows," he added, his voice thin and brittle with a pain he could no longer hide.