Transmigration:The Villain Wants A Happy End Without His BeastHusbands-Chapter 162: A Jealous Phoenix

"A-Yan..." Yunyi’s voice came out soft and unsteady like she couldn’t quite believe he was truly there.

She stood at the entrance, elegant as ever, clad in flowing robes, her pale hair catching the lantern light in a way that mirrored his own.

Jun Shanyuan glanced between them, something clicking into place. "Oh... I almost forgot, you two are—"

She didn’t finish.

A sudden, ominous purple glow ignited in Ningyan’s eyes and spilled outward in a pulse, wrapping around his body like a living flame.

He rose slowly to his feet.

The movement alone was enough to make the servants retreat, unease flashing across their faces as his presence pressed against the room.

Yunyi’s breath caught. Her orange eyes widened, glassy with forming tears.

He hadn’t spoken but it was enough. It was more than enough.

"I’m sorry," she said, her voice trembling as she stepped forward.

The energy around him surged violently.

She gasped and stopped immediately, unable to take another step. "A-Yan..."

He could feel it. The urge to hurt her.

He had said it before. That he would kill her. That he wouldn’t forgive her.

But now... standing in front of her... he couldn’t move. Couldn’t strike.

His gaze flickered away. Landing briefly on Jun Shanyuan, who sat frozen, clearly unprepared for the weight of what she was witnessing.

Ningyan inhaled deeply.

The violent glow around him began to recede, drawn back into his body like a tide unwillingly retreating.

Only his cold and distant eyes remained lit.

He brought his hands together and bowed. "Thank you for your hospitality, Your Highness."

Jun Shanyuan blinked, caught off guard. "You don’t have to be so formal..."

Ningyan straightened, a faint smile pulling at his lips. One that didn’t reach his eyes. "I apologize for disturbing your peace."

His gaze shifted back to Yunyi.

She looked like she wanted to speak. Like she was holding onto something fragile, desperate to say it before it broke.

But under his stare.. she said nothing and simply lowered her head.

Ningyan turned and walked past her. He moved close enough to feel her presence but without a single pause.

His robes hung loose against his body, his steps steady, his expression unreadable but the faint glow in his eyes never dimmed.

He didn’t look back.

By the time Ningyan realized it, he was already outside.

A narrow balcony stretched beneath his feet, its wooden railings slick with rain. Beyond it, a curved bridge arched over dark waters, leading deeper into parts of the palace he didn’t recognize.

Rain poured relentlessly. Thunder rolled across the sky.

Lightning split the heavens in blinding flashes.

The entire palace seemed washed in silver and shadow.

Ningyan stepped forward, the cold wind biting through his thin robes, drawing a sharp shiver from him.

He should go back. He knew that.

But his mind refused to settle.

Yunyi.

The moment replayed again and again.

The apology. The hesitation. The way he hadn’t struck.

His jaw tightened.

He exhaled slowly, forcing the tension down.

You’re overreacting, he told himself.

This was inevitable.

He had always known he would see her again.

He just hadn’t expected... this.

This raw, immediate, uncontrolled. rage.

If Jun Shengyi hadn’t been there....

He bit down on his lower lip.

He would have hurt her.

Ningyan stilled, rain soaking through his robes, clinging to his skin.

He shouldn’t wander like this.

Not after everything he had just learned.

Jun Yongri. Jun Haoxuan. The truth of the Azure Dragon Clan.

In the novel, Jun Haoxuan had killed his father with book Ningyan’s influence.

It was easy though. Their ideologies had never aligned.

But the novel had been shallow. It only focused only on book Ningyan. On his rise. His choices. His end.

They never showed the weight. The tension. The cracks beneath power. And in the end, they had still killed him.

Ningyan let out a quiet breath. Then, without thinking, he stepped off the corridor and into the rain.

Cold water drenched him instantly, soaking through every layer.

His flute appeared in his hand, spinning lightly between his fingers as he walked aimlessly and restlessly.

The bridge creaked softly beneath his steps.

"Huh?" He stopped as his gaze shifted.

Ahead, beneath a roofed pavilion not far from the bridge, two figures stood.

Jun Haoxuan. And a dragon beast woman.

Ningyan moved immediately. Silently slipping behind a cluster of dense shrubs, crouching low as the rain masked any sound he made.

He stilled his breathing and watched.

The woman stood beneath an umbrella, her posture elegant, her robes rich with quiet authority.

Jun Haoxuan faced her.. calm and composed. Every inch the Divine Beast Prince of the azure dragon clan.

They were speaking.

But Ningyan couldn’t hear a word.

A faint, translucent blue barrier shimmered around them, distorting the rain as it fell.

Soundproof.

Of course.

Ningyan narrowed his eyes slightly, fingers tightening around his flute.

So... A private conversation. Important enough to conceal.

"Hmm...." The cold was beginning to seep into his bones.

Ningyan’s teeth nearly chattered, his soaked robes clinging to his body, rain dripping from his hair as his violet-lit gaze remained fixed on the pavilion.

Then the barrier shattered silently like mist dispersing.

Sound rushed in.

"...perhaps you should come to my chamber tonight," the woman was saying, her tone smooth. "I am sure it will be more... relaxing for you."

Ningyan blinked. Once. Twice.

His brows slowly drew together.

What?

Did she... did she not know he was married?

His gaze snapped to Jun Haoxuan, waiting.

Of course he would refuse.

He had to refuse.

"Sure," Jun Haoxuan said calmly. "I will."

Ningyan’s expression fell. Completely.

"...huh?!" The sound slipped out before he could stop it.

He clamped a hand over his mouth, dropping instantly behind the shrubs, breath uneven as rain continued to pour over him.

Too late.

Jun Haoxuan’s golden gaze shifted directly toward the bushes, sharpening like he had already found him.

Ningyan froze.

He didn’t breathe. Didn’t move.

A long second passed.

Then Haoxuan’s lips curved subtly.

"Did you hear that?" the dragon beast woman asked, her tone slightly alert.

Jun Haoxuan didn’t look away.

"It’s probably the thunder," he said lightly. "You should return first. I’ll join you shortly."

His gaze lingered a second longer then finally moved back to her.

She smiled, stepping closer, lifting her hand to his cheek in a gesture far too familiar.

Ningyan peeked out from the bushes. And immediately frowned deeply.

What exactly was happening here?

The woman turned, her robes sweeping elegantly as she descended the steps. Guards emerged almost instantly, falling in around her as she made her way back toward the palace.

Ningyan watched until she disappeared from sight.

Then his gaze snapped back to Jun Haoxuan.

His grip tightened unconsciously around his flute.

His thoughts spiraled.

Does he want other partners?

The idea came sharp. Uncomfortable. Hypocritical.

Because wasn’t he the same?

And yet his chest tightened anyway.

Wait.

He froze.

...was he jealous?

Ningyan blinked at himself.

That didn’t make sense.

He liked Jun Haoxuan, yes... but not like Meishan.

Not like Wuhen.

Right?

...right?

Before he could sort it out, a deep voice cut cleanly through the rain.

"What are you doing out here, Ningyan?"

Ningyan’s heart nearly jumped out of his chest.

He looked up.

Jun Haoxuan stood a short distance away now.

He was close. Far too close.

Rain slid down his dark blue hair, his robes untouched by disorder, his golden eyes fixed entirely on him.

"You look..." Haoxuan’s gaze dipped, slow and deliberate, taking in the way Ningyan’s soaked robes clung to his body. "...soaked."