Transmigration:The Villain Wants A Happy End Without His BeastHusbands Chapter 159: Life Itself Is Fleeting

Not long after, they parted.

ishan returned to the imperial library and Ningyan remained alone in Jun Haoxuan’s chamber.

He sat cross-legged. The flute rested against his lips as his qi began to gather slowly at first, then steady, then deepening into sothing more structured.

A soft violet glow spread around him, wrapping his form like a quiet fla.

The lody that followed was gentle and controlled. It filled the chamber, spilling into the halls beyond like a drifting current, neither loud nor forceful, but impossible to ignore.

Ti blurred. Breath slowed. Everything narrowed into sound.

Then light, approaching soft giggles filled his ears.

Ningyan’s fingers stop.

The lody broke.

The door slid open without ceremony.

Two small figures stepped in, dressed in dark azure robes, their deep blue hair framing bright silver eyes that shimred with curiosity.

They stopped when they saw him.

Their giggles faded into shy smiles.

"...Hello," the boy said, raising a small hand in greeting.

Ningyan blinked and smiled, lifting his own hand in return. "Hello."

The girl stepped forward slightly, her gaze fixed on him as if trying to piece sothing together.

"You’re not Uncle Haoxuan," she said plainly.

Ningyan laughed, pushing himself to his feet.

"No," he agreed lightly. "I don’t think I am."

He stepped closer and crouched in front of them, bringing himself to their level.

Up close, they stared unabashed as if he were sothing rare.

The girl, especially, looked completely captivated.

"...Who are you then?" the boy asked, tilting his head with open curiosity.

Ningyan blinked and just as seriously, "Who are you two?"

The boy straightened slightly, clearly pleased.

"I’m Jun Sheng," he said. Then gestured beside him. "And this is my sister, Jun Li."

Ningyan nodded. So these were Haoxuan’s niece and nephew.

Interesting.

"I’m Su Ningyan," he said. Then, after a brief pause, added lightly, "Your uncle’s husband."

The two children froze.

Then, "Oh!"

Jun Li’s eyes lit up instantly. She stepped forward without hesitation, reaching out to touch his hair.

"It’s really you," she said, almost in awe. "Mama told us about you."

Her fingers ran through the soft strands, fascination written all over her face. "You’re so pretty..."

Ningyan laughed softly, glancing at Jun Sheng.

"Were they good things?" he asked.

Jun Li paused. Thinking. Then her expression brightened.

"Mama said it’s good," she said earnestly. "Now Uncle won’t just work all the ti and ignore everyone. And maybe he won’t be so boring anymore."

Jun Sheng snorted. "That’s true. Uncle Haoxuan is very boring."

He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice like he was sharing sothing important. "But he’s scary when he fights Grandpa."

Ningyan’s smile didn’t fade but sothing in his gaze sharpened.

"Scary?" he echoed.

Jun Sheng nodded eagerly. "Mm. Really scary. But Grandpa is scarier."

Jun Li frowned a little at that, still playing with Ningyan’s hair.

"Grandpa isn’t here right now," she added. "He went out. But Mama said he’s coming back today."

Ningyan absorbed that quietly.

The children had said it so casually but the implication settled heavily.

He wondered how the divine beast king would react to him. To this marriage. To everything.

Jun Haoxuan and his father did not get along. That much was clear.

And none of his family had co to see him. Not once until now.

Ningyan wasn’t sure whether to be relieved... or wary.

"What about Uncle Shenzhen?" he asked lightly.

Jun Sheng shrugged. "He wanders. He always does."

Jun Li nodded as if that explained everything.

Jun Sheng suddenly brightened again, the tension gone as quickly as it ca.

"Do you want to co with us?" he asked.

Ningyan blinked. "Hm?"

"For lessons," Jun Sheng said. "We’re going now."

Jun Li looked up at him expectantly, her hand still tangled in his hair. "You can co too."

Ningyan smiled and rose to his feet. "Alright."

He took Jun Li’s hand, letting her small fingers curl easily around his, and followed behind Jun Sheng as the boy led the way out of the private chambers.

The palace unfolded before them.

Corridors stretched wide, lined with azure pillars and gold accents that glead softly under natural light. Servants and guards bowed as they passed, their curious, respectful gazes lingering.

Jun Sheng walked ahead with quiet composure, every step asured, every movent carrying the natural dignity of a dragon prince.

Jun Li, however, swung their joined hands lightly, completely unconcerned with appearances.

They stopped before a pair of tall doors.

Without being touched, they opened and a vast sparring arena revealed itself.

The ground was smooth stone, the sigil of the Azure Dragon Clan carved deep into its center. Above, the sky lay open and vast, clouds gathering thick and heavy.

The air was cool and sharp carrying the distant scent of rain.

It was going to storm.

"Huh?" Jun Sheng frowned slightly as he stepped in. "Teacher isn’t here yet."

The space was empty but not quiet.

A lingering pressure filled the arena, thick with draconic qi. It coiled through the air like sothing unseen, heavy and watchful.

"And I thought we were late," Jun Li said, laughing softly.

Then she gasped, quickly covering her mouth.

"What if sothing happened to him?" she whispered, eyes widening. "What if he was struck by lightning... or caught in a riot... or—"

"I’m sure your teacher is perfectly fine," Ningyan cut in gently, crouching slightly to pat her head.

Jun Li imdiately stilled under his touch.

Jun Sheng clicked his tongue and looked at her. "Why do you always think the worst?"

Jun Li crossed her arms, completely serious.

"Because reality is terrible," she said. "And Uncle Haoxuan says not to trust good things... they don’t last. The good always ends faster than the bad."

Jun Sheng frowned slightly, but didn’t argue.

Ningyan, however, froze.

So that was how Haoxuan saw the world.

He crouched in front of Jun Li again, his expression soft but firm. "You don’t have to believe that."

Jun Li blinked, clearly confused. "Why?"

Ningyan smiled faintly. "Because even if good things don’t last... that doesn’t make them worthless."

The wind shifted slightly, cool against his skin.

"Life itself is fleeting," he continued. "Even for powerful beasts. Even for those who live for centuries."

His voice softened. "But that’s exactly why it matters."

Jun Li watched him closely now.

"If everything passes," Ningyan said, tapping her lightly on the head, "then you should enjoy it while it’s here. The good, the bad, even the painful parts... they’re all part of living."

Jun Sheng looked thoughtful.

Jun Li tilted her head, processing. "...Would you tell Uncle Haoxuan that too?"

Ningyan’s smile deepened, quieter this ti. "I will."