Transmigration:The Villain Wants A Happy End Without His BeastHusbands Chapter 86: We Have To Leave

The mont Ningyan appeared inside the library, he stumbled, his balance slipping but ishan’s arm wrapped around his waist, steady and firm, before he abruptly released him and turned him to face him.

ishan looked tense. Panicked.

"What’s going on, ishan?" Ningyan asked, lifting a hand to touch his cheek.

ishan didn’t answer right away.

"I need you to co to tonight," he said urgently. "Here. To the library. We have to leave."

Ningyan frowned, confusion stirring despite already understanding what ishan ant.

"You know I can’t. The spirit mate chain—"

"Listen to ." ishan cut him off sharply, cupping Ningyan’s face and forcing him to et his gaze. Erald serpent eyes glowed faintly, intense and pleading.

"My uncles aren’t here to observe or negotiate," he said. "They ca to steal sothing valuable. They failed. Now they’re going to take it by force and they won’t care if they destroy the entire academy in the process."

Ningyan’s chest skipped painfully. "What could possibly be that important—"

"Ningyan." The way ishan said his na, low, urgent, almost breaking, made him stop.

"I need you to co to once the sun sets," ishan said quietly. "Here. This library."

"The chain," Ningyan whispered. "I’ll die if—"

"Not if you transfer it to ." ishan didn’t hesitate. His thumbs brushed Ningyan’s cheeks gently, grounding him even as his words unraveled everything.

"I just found out my uncles summoned Wuhen," he continued. "They want to know who healed Qinghe. Shiyu told them everything. They will find out it was ."

His jaw tightened. "We have to leave."

Ningyan stared at him. "You healed her... knowing the consequences?"

Guilt surged through him, sharp and bitter.

ishan shook his head with frustration flickering across his face.

"Promise ," he said. "Promise you’ll co."

Ningyan’s heart pounded violently.

This was what he wanted. Lan ishan. One choice. One path forward. A quiet ending.

But Yunyi’s words echoed relentlessly in his mind.

He breathed in, shaky and uneven. "I promise."

Relief blood instantly across ishan’s face. He smiled, soft, grateful, terrified.

"Do not go the celestial lake," he said.

Then he stepped back.

A vivid green portal flared beneath Ningyan’s feet, swallowing him whole. As he sank through it, he offered ishan a small, fragile smile, nothing more, nothing less.

And then he was gone.

The mont Ningyan was gone, Lan ishan straightened.

He exhaled slowly, steadying himself, then turned and moved out from between the shelves. His steps were asured as he crossed the space and headed toward the sleeping chambers.

Soone was already there.

A young serpent beastman sat lazily against the cushions, hazel serpent eyes half-lidded with amusent. His hair was rough and loose, falling ssily over his shoulders, and he wore only a pair of trousers as if he had just been dragged from sleep. A servant knelt beside him, pouring tea.

"Shiyu," ishan said as he approached.

He hadn’t expected his brother to be here. Not at the Celestial Beast Academy.

Lan Shiyu looked up and smiled.

"Can you feel it, brother?" he asked lightly. "Uncle Tianheng is going to kill that stupid fox."

ishan didn’t respond.

He walked past him without pause, heading straight for the shelves. He selected several small jars of pills, slipped them into his sleeve, and turned to leave.

Shiyu’s eyes narrowed.

"Hey," he called. "Are you giving the silent treatnt?"

ishan stopped.

He turned and looked at him with an empty, impassive expression.

The look made Shiyu scowl.

They were only two months apart in age. And Shiyu had always hated the way ishan looked at him like this. Like he was sothing already discarded.

"Stop looking at like that," Shiyu snapped.

ishan didn’t answer.

He turned away and walked out of the chamber without another word.

^•°•°•°•^

Earlier, just as the sun began to rise, Yan Wuhen arrived at the Celestial Lake.

He stood at the shore, wind tugging at his robes and crimson hair. Morning light scattered across the water, making the surface gleam and shimr. He stared at his reflection, waiting.

Then he felt it.

A presence.

Wuhen turned.

A man stood behind him, dressed in elegant white and black robes traced faintly with green. The silver ornant in his dark hair catching the light, but his glowing red serpent eyes were fixed on Wuhen with undeniable interest.

Corrupted spiritual energy clung to him like a stain.

"Yan Wuhen," Lan Tianheng said smoothly, his gaze roaming from head to toe. "You’ve grown since the last ti I saw you."

Wuhen grimaced.

"Oh no," he said flatly. "I didn’t co here for boring formalities. Get to the point, Lan Tianheng."

A flicker of displeasure crossed Tianheng’s face.

"You’re still irritatingly disrespectful," he said. "No regard for your elders."

Wuhen scoffed. "I don’t recall being summoned here to lick your boots, elder."

"You could lick them," Lan Tianheng said mildly, lifting one foot. "They do need a good shine."

Wuhen snorted. "Mine too."

He raised his own boot in mock invitation.

For a brief mont, Tianheng’s lips twitched, then he smiled.

"I’ve heard many interesting things about you," Tianheng continued smoothly. "For instance... that you have a lover. A phoenix. That you bound him with a spirit mate chain."

Wuhen didn’t respond.

Tianheng chuckled softly, amused by the silence. "You foxes really have no patience."

Wuhen’s eyes sharpened.

"Lan Tianheng," he said coldly. "Don’t mistake my quiet for calm. I didn’t co here for conversation."

Tianheng studied him for a mont, then cleared his throat, the smile fading just slightly.

"About Sunland," he said. "I heard you fought a creature there. I apologize, it was made by my nephew, Lan Shiyu. He was a little rusty." His eyes glead. "But I imagine he’s grown into his strength by now."

Wuhen’s expression darkened.

"I also heard," Tianheng went on casually, "that your sister, Qinghe, was corrupted. Death would have been inevitable, from what I know."

He paused.

Then his serpent eyes narrowed on Wuhen, sothing deep and unsettling stirring within them.

"And yet... she’s alive. Breathing. Walking. Perfectly well."

The air felt heavier.

"I’m simply curious," Tianheng said softly. "Very curious. How did that happen? Did you summon a healer? Or is the Qinghe walking around now so kind of illusion, sothing you created to comfort yourself after losing a sibling?"

He tilted his head. "I’d understand. Truly. We have that in common, after all. We both have a twin."

Wuhen’s lips curled back, a low snarl slipping free. "You talk too much."

Tianheng smiled wider.

"I only want to know one thing," he said. "How she’s alive. Who healed her."

He spread his hands slightly, as if he was making a harmless request. "And then, we can be on our rry way."