Transmigration:The Villain Wants A Happy End Without His BeastHusbands-Chapter 110: I Am Trying To Help You

Fire City was as bright and vibrant as ever.

Fireworks painted the sky in bursts of red and gold while spirit birds danced through the air above the rooftops. Lanterns hung from every corner of the streets, their warm glow illuminating crowds of beastfolk laughing, drinking, and greeting one another.

Some walked loudly through the streets in celebration.

Others moved quietly through the crowds with elegant composure.

In the very center of the city stood a vast sanctuary. A grand manor where an even greater celebration was taking place. Inside, powerful beast cultivators drank and laughed together, the atmosphere no different from the endless festivities of Fire City itself.

Within one of the manor’s private chambers sat Yan Wuhen.

He lounged lazily against a pile of soft cushions, a bored expression resting on his handsome face.

Nine tails swayed slowly behind him.

His chin rested against his hand while his elbow leaned against the cushions.

Kneeling on the floor before him was a trembling beastman, his forehead pressed firmly to the ground.

"I am sorry, Your Highness," the man said nervously. "I have tried my best, but there hasn’t been any—"

The door suddenly slid open.

Yan Qinghe stepped inside, raising an eyebrow in mild surprise as she looked at her brother.

"Are you terrorizing your informants again?" she asked dryly.

Yan Wuhen didn’t even look at her at first.

"They aren’t informants if they cannot provide information," he replied lazily.

Only then did he glance toward her. "Besides, I just arrived in Fire City after the miserable months Father forced me to spend with him."

His eyes narrowed slightly. "And you have been here the entire time."

He gave a faint smile. "So I have every right to terrorize these useless informants if they cannot find my lover."

Yan Qinghe rolled her eyes.

She looked down at the kneeling beastman. "You can leave."

The man scrambled to his feet instantly and rushed out of the room.

Meanwhile, Yan Wuhen rose slowly and walked toward the bed.

Yan Qinghe watched him with a faint expression of pity.

"Maybe you should stop looking for him," she said quietly. "And just move on."

She crossed her arms. "He has probably already moved on."

Yan Wuhen didn’t answer.

He simply sat on the edge of the bed and narrowed his eyes at her.

"I do not want to listen to you," he said flatly. "Why are you here?"

Yan Qinghe sighed.

She walked over to him and raised her hand.

A red-gold glow appeared in her palm.

Moments later, a scroll materialized within the light.

She handed it to him.

Yan Wuhen looked at it with mild annoyance before finally taking it and slowly opening it.

It was a formal letter.

The sender was Madam Qin Linhua, now the respected Clan Leader Qin Linhua. She was inviting him to attend the name-day celebration of her daughter, Su Nianci, describing it as a glorious honor to welcome a divine beast prince.

Yan Wuhen’s face twisted with disgust.

The letter was written with perfect respect.

But the audacity.

The scroll disintegrated in his grip.

"Why would I attend that?" he said coldly. "The audacity of that serpent woman truly amazes me."

Yan Qinghe sighed.

"She obviously wants to gain your favor," she said calmly. "Or perhaps she hopes to marry her daughter to you, since you have a... history with her stepson. A stepson she publicly despises."

Yan Wuhen stared at her in disbelief. "Why would I marry her daughter? Does she have a brain the size of a pea?"

Yan Qinghe rubbed her temples. "Perhaps you should go."

Yan Wuhen looked at her as if she had lost her mind. "Why would I do that?"

Qinghe folded her arms. "Because the fact that she even dared to send this invitation to a divine beast prince suggests something is giving her confidence."

Wuhen narrowed his eyes. "It’s obviously Lan Yunlai. The assassins hunting Ningyan, many of them carry demon tools. Which means she must have a close relationship with him."

Qinghe immediately had a thoughtful expression on her face. "What if the reason you haven’t found Ningyan... is because she has him?"

"That makes no sense," Wuhen said dryly. "Go away, Qinghe."

Qinghe exhaled in frustration and sat beside him.

"I’m trying to help you find him too," she said quietly. "Lanyin and I have been searching as well."

Wuhen frowned and looked away. "You don’t have to."

He stood.

Qinghe frowned at his stubbornness.

"He might be your mate, Wuhen," she said carefully. "I have never seen you yearn for anyone the way you yearn for Ningyan."

"I don’t believe in that," Wuhen snapped.

Then his voice hardened. "And if he truly is my mate... that only makes it worse. We only get one in a lifetime. Don’t we?"

Qinghe sighed again. "Just go to the name-day celebration. Maybe you’ll learn something. Maybe being close to his home territory will help you find him."

Yan Wuhen rolled his eyes. "I am not going to the name-day."

Qinghe groaned. "You are incredibly frustrating."

"Whose fault is that?" Wuhen shot back. "Now go away, I want to be alone."

Qinghe frowned at him. "Wuhen, I am trying to help you."

At that moment, Tu Lanyin entered the chamber.

She looked between the siblings before speaking.

"I do not think it is a good idea for Brother Wuhen to attend," she said calmly. "It may appear disrespectful."

Qinghe gave her a pleading look, silently urging her not to continue.

While Wuhen simply brushed past her and stormed out of the chamber.

Qinghe released a heavy breath and looked at her lover.

"I thought we were trying to help him."

"We are," Lanyin replied gently. "But not by letting him start another war."

She glanced toward the doorway Wuhen had exited through.

"Besides... that may be exactly why Qin Linhua sent the invitation."

Qinghe blinked. "Wuhen would never agree to marry her daughter."

Lanyin nodded. "Exactly."

Qinghe suddenly slapped her own forehead. "Unless... she didn’t send the letter."