Transmigration:The Villain Wants A Happy End Without His BeastHusbands Chapter 183: I Do Not Have A Favourite

Ningyan had known this would happen. At so point, he had expected to face this version of Lan ishan.

But never like this.

Never in a way where he would be forced to remain with him until Lan Yunlai was dead. Killed by ishan’s own hands.

His gaze remained fixed on him, disbelief still lingering in his expression.

Lan ishan only smiled. Too easily. Too often.

It didn’t belong to him.

"...Plan gone wrong, huh?" Wuhen’s voice drawled from behind.

He stepped closer, resting his chin lazily against Ningyan’s shoulder, red-gold eyes gleaming as he looked ahead.

"I wanted to save him," Ningyan said, his voice tightening.

Wuhen’s ears perked slightly. "You did save him."

There was amusent in his tone now.

Ningyan imdiately shrugged him off. Hard.

Wuhen only chuckled under his breath.

Ningyan didn’t spare him another glance as he stepped forward, closing the distance between himself and ishan.

He pointed directly at him.

"If you’re staying until Lan Yunlai dies," Ningyan said, his voice firm, unwavering, "then you are not doing it alone."

He straightened, crossing his arms. "And it ends quickly. I want my husband back."

There was no hesitation in his voice. None.

Because there was no way.. No way he was letting this play out like the original story.

The Su family was gone, Jun Yongrui was gone and now... ishan....

"...You really do have a favourite," ishan’s head tilted, eyes gleaming with sothing unreadable before shifting toward Wuhen. "It’s obvious, isn’t it?"

Wuhen humd, thoughtful. "Painfully."

ishan exhaled, almost amused.

"How do you tolerate it?" he asked, glancing back at Ningyan before lazily adding, "If I were you, I would’ve killed Lan ishan already." As if he weren’t speaking about himself.

Wuhen sighed, pushing damp strands of hair from his face. "Trust ," he said dryly, "the urge is there."

Ningyan closed his eyes briefly and let out a deep breath. "I do not have a favourite."

Silence.

Wuhen and ishan looked at each other. Then they both burst into laughter.

Ningyan froze. Because no matter how many tis he imagined it, he had never once imagined this.

Wuhen and ishan. Laughing. Together. At him!

"Oh, Yan’er," Wuhen said, his voice laced with wicked amusent, his tails curling lazily around Ningyan’s waist, "we all know it’s ishan."

Ningyan exhaled sharply, pushing the tails away. "Enough."

His tone cut through the mont cleanly. "We’re going back to the palace."

He turned and walked away without waiting for them.

Behind him, ishan and Wuhen exchanged a look. A silent understanding passing between them.

Wuhen’s lips curved.

"I like this version of you," he said lightly. "If it were up to ... I’d keep you like this."

ishan shrugged, utterly unbothered. "...Sa."

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Ningyan, Wuhen, and ishan returned to the Azure Dragon Palace through ishan’s portal, stepping out into the grand halls drenched from the relentless rain.

Water clung to their robes, dripping onto the polished floors.

Ningyan’s expression remained tight, his brows drawn as Wuhen and ishan continued their relentless teasing behind him.

It grated on him.

More than that, ishan felt... wrong. Too unfamiliar.

He wasn’t even wearing his spectacles.

The guards at the entrance stiffened at their appearance but said nothing, quickly stepping aside to let them pass.

They had barely taken a few steps into the hall when Jun Haoxuan appeared.

He strode toward them with two guards trailing behind, his presence steady, composed yet his gaze landed on Ningyan alone.

Ningyan’s chest tightened.

...Right. He had avoided him.

Not just avoided, he had disappeared after that night. After accepting him.

Guilt settled heavily in his chest.

"You have returned." Haoxuan’s voice was calm, direct and entirely for him as if Wuhen and ishan didn’t exist.

Wuhen raised a hand lazily. "I’m here too."

ishan tilted his head. "And ."

Ningyan exhaled quietly.

Two Wuhens. That was what this felt like. Equally troubleso.

Haoxuan’s gaze shifted briefly to ishan, his golden reptilian eyes narrowing.

"It’s you," he said. "His other side."

"The fun side," Wuhen corrected and shivered, his wet tails flicking irritably behind him. "I’m going to dry off."

Before Ningyan could react, Wuhen stepped forward. His hand ca up, cupping Ningyan’s face without hesitation.

And then, he kissed him softly.

Ningyan’s eyes widened, caught completely off guard.

By the ti he processed it, Wuhen was already pulling away, a satisfied smile tugging at his lips. Then he turned and walked off down the corridor, his tails swaying lazily behind him.

ishan studied Ningyan for a mont longer, his gaze lingering on those glowing purple eyes and looked away.

"You should take care of the crystal," he said, his tone light but deliberate. "Before it damages him more than it already has."

"I will." Jun Haoxuan’s response was imdiate.

Ningyan’s lips parted slightly as his gaze returned to ishan, sothing unspoken flickering in his expression.

ishan noticed and a slow, almost dangerous smile curved his lips.

"I am still your husband, Ningyan," he said softly, stepping closer, not too close. Just enough. "You don’t have to look at like you don’t recognize ."

Ningyan’s jaw tightened. He shook his head. "You’re not him."

ishan nodded, as if he had expected that answer all along.

"He wants you safe," he murmured, lifting his hands before letting them fall again. "And my hands..."

He glanced at them, amused. "...are off you. Until he returns."

His gaze lifted again, locking onto Ningyan’s. "So you’re safe. Alright?"

And just like that, he stepped back. A dark portal blood beneath his feet, swallowing him whole.

Ningyan exhaled slowly, the tension finally slipping through his chest as he turned toward Jun Haoxuan.

The mont their eyes t, that tight, familiar pain surged again. The purple glow in his eyes flared brighter.

"I really should have killed Lan Yunlai first," he muttered, his voice quieter now... edged with frustration.

Jun Haoxuan’s lips twitched faintly. He stepped forward slowly and reached out, his fingers resting gently against Ningyan’s cheek.

A faint blue glow slipped from his touch, seeping into Ningyan’s skin like calm water over fire.

"Hm," he murmured. "You should have."