Transmigration:The Villain Wants A Happy End Without His BeastHusbands-Chapter 31: A Bond Of Our own

"Chao and your pet are friends," Rong Yue said calmly. "He would know where he went today."

Wuhen’s gaze snapped to Rong Chao.

The younger tiger went pale under the cold, ruthless red-gold fox eyes fixed on him.

"Did he say anything before he left?" Wuhen asked, forcing his tone calmly. Though it came out as a low growl.

"He..." Rong Chao cleared his throat, standing rigid to keep from faltering in front of his brother. "He said he needed somewhere quiet."

"Somewhere quiet?" Wuhen raised a brow. "What does that even mean?"

Rong Chao bowed his head. "I don’t know."

"Leave, Chao. He will be found."

Rong Yue ushered him out just as a servant entered with a tray holding a teapot and two cups, steam curling softly into the air.

She bowed to both princes and set the tray on the table. Before she could pour, Rong Yue flicked his hand dismissively. She bowed again and retreated in silence.

Rong Yue moved to the table, unhurried. He poured himself a cup of tea, then filled the one meant for Wuhen.

Wuhen remained standing, his aura pressing heavily against the room.

"You should have some tea, Wuhen," Rong Yue said without looking up.

"I’d rather not." Wuhen turned toward the door. "I will tear the academy apart if I have to."

That finally drew Rong Yue’s gaze.

He lifted his cup, letting it hover near his lips as he inhaled the fragrance. "Can you not see the strange color of the fire around the spirit mate chain?"

Wuhen’s tails twitched violently. "What is your point?"

Rong Yue sighed. "I can’t talk to you if you refuse to calm down."

"Stop telling me to calm down!" Wuhen snapped, taking a step forward. "I’m leaving."

"If you leave," Rong Yue said evenly, "I will restrain you."

Wuhen stopped.

His lips curled into a slow, deceitful smile. "You’re threatening me with a good time, Yue’er."

Rong Yue rolled his eyes. "You know how it is."

He gestured toward the table. "Now please. Come and have tea with me."

Yan Wuhen slowly turned back.

Rong Yue was already watching him, those sharp blue feline eyes unreadable.

After a brief pause, Wuhen moved. He took the seat opposite him, lifted the cup Rong Yue had poured, and drank.

When he set it down, the spirit mate chain materialized around his wrist. White-gold fire blazing violently as it stretched into the unknown.

"Now tell me," Wuhen said evenly, "how you intend to help me."

He hated that he could still feel Ningyan everywhere. The sensation scraped against his instincts. He wanted to tear the academy apart, looking for him.

But he would accept help.

Rong Yue’s gaze dropped to the chain. His expression sharpened.

"The last time I saw it," he said slowly, "it was anchoring your strength. Not his. I was under the impression he didn’t even have a core."

"He does," Wuhen replied, his eyes focused on the bond. "It’s just damaged."

Then he looked up. "You think this is activation too."

"It looks like it," Rong Yue said. "More like a forced jump-start..."

He lifted a hand toward the chain.

Wuhen slapped it away instantly. "Don’t. You’ll interfere with the bond."

Rong Yue withdrew his hand with a soft chuckle. "Would that truly be so terrible?" he asked. "We have a bond of our own, don’t we?"

Wuhen’s expression hardened. "One I have no interest in until I find my beloved."

For the first time, something flickered across Rong Yue’s face.

It was not anger. It was pain that he quickly suppressed.

"That’s cold," he said lightly. "Our bond existed long before this phoenix entered your life."

Wuhen wasn’t in the mood. "He’s from a pure bloodline. I dug through every record I could find. Su Zhaoyan kept a—"

"A whore as his concubine," Rong Yue cut in, taking an infuriatingly calm sip of tea.

Wuhen ignored the provocation. "Ningyan’s mother was a phoenix of pure lineage. Han Ruyin. She later took the name Su."

"Han..." Rong Yue murmured, thoughtful. "That family name would be difficult to find now. Phoenix bloodlines are nearly extinct."

"I doubt that," Wuhen said flatly. "I think most of them are just hiding."

Rong Yue shrugged. "I’ve already sent my guards to search for him. But if he’s in the middle of healing his core..." He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Do you really think we should interrupt?"

He watched Wuhen closely as he spoke.

Yan Wuhen didn’t react.

His face remained expressionless, glowing red-gold eyes fixed on the spirit mate chain. His nine tails swayed behind him, unsynchronized and ominous, stirring the air with barely restrained agitation.

He didn’t speak. He didn’t move.

It was clear he didn’t want to interrupt anything Ningyan was doing. Especially if it involved his core.

Ningyan’s words echoed in his mind. His frustration. His hatred of being weak. Wuhen had promised to help him build a foundation.

What infuriated him was not the healing itself, but that Ningyan had chosen to keep it secret.

Wuhen wet his lips, lifted his cup, and took another measured sip of tea before finally turning his head toward Rong Yue.

"Why are you staring?"

"Because," Rong Yue replied quietly, "I’ve never seen you like this."

Wuhen’s lips curved faintly. "What can I say?" His gaze sharpened. "He belongs to me."

Then, deliberately, he added, "You’d be just as murderous if something you owned suddenly went missing.... wouldn’t you, Yue’er?"

Rong Yue didn’t answer.

He held Wuhen’s gaze without blinking, lifted his cup, and took a slow sip before draining it completely and setting it down.

"Sure, Wuhen," he said softly. "Sure."

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A/N: An auxiliary Chapter will be released soon to explain the world-building, hierarchy, structure, and cultivation. This is my first cultivation novel, so there might be some confusion, but I’m keeping it as simple as possible to avoid confusing myself... or you guys. ^^

Thank you so much for reading and for your support!