Transmigration:The Villain Wants A Happy End Without His BeastHusbands-Chapter 49: The Dragon King’s bed

Feeling his head throb, Ningyan let out a low groan and rubbed his forehead. His body felt heavy, exhaustion still clinging to him in a way he couldn’t quite describe.

The scent around him was pleasant, sharp and clean, like the air after a storm.

As he ran his fingers through his hair and turned onto his side, a small, satisfied smile curved his lips at the memory of last night.

I awakened my beast soul.

He opened his eyes ready to scream with joy.

And froze.

A pair of golden, reptilian eyes stared back at him from inches away.

Long deep blue hair spilled across silk pillows, sharp breathtaking features sculpted as if carved from jade. His presence alone pressed down on Ningyan’s chest, heavy, suffocating, impossible to ignore.

Ningyan’s face was drained of color. "What the—"

"You’re awake," Jun Haoxuan said softly, a faint smile touching his lips. "Did you sleep well?"

Ningyan’s eyes twitched.

How? When?

Why was he waking up in the dragon prince’s bed?!

He scrambled off the bed immediately. "What is going on?"

Jun Haoxuan pushed himself upright, propping himself against the headboard, his voice still rough with sleep. "You walked into my chamber last night."

And heavens! He looked unfairly good. Without his formal robes, hair loose and unrestrained, the dragon prince appeared softer. More dangerous for it.

"Why would I come into your chamber?" Ningyan demanded, irritation creasing his expression.

Jun Haoxuan blinked once. "Do you see Yan Wuhen anywhere?"

Ningyan paused.

He glanced around and only then truly took in the room. It was indeed larger than the one he’d slept in before, accented in black, azure, and gold. Shelves of scrolls and books lined the walls.

This was definitely not the chamber he was sharing with Wuhen.

He groaned and covered his face. How did I even get here?

And then he realized... He wasn’t wearing a shirt.

Scars, half-healed wounds, and old gashes were fully exposed and Jun Haoxuan’s gaze had dropped, studying them with quiet intensity.

Heat rushed to Ningyan’s face.

"I—um." He straightened and bowed quickly. "I apologize for invading your space. It wasn’t intentional. I promise."

"I’m aware," Jun Haoxuan said calmly. "You don’t need to apologize."

He studied Ningyan for a moment before continuing, his calm tone commanding without effort.

"I felt your energy last night. You ascended into a new cultivation stage, didn’t you?"

Ningyan blinked, surprised. "You felt it?"

"I’m sure everyone did," Jun Haoxuan smiled. "Congratulations."

Ningyan hesitated, then bowed. "Thank you. I’ll be taking my leave now."

He turned to go.

"Do you really want to see the phoenix?" Jun Haoxuan asked suddenly.

Ningyan’s heart skipped.

He stopped and slowly turned back. "Yes. I very much want to see her." His expression hardened. "But if seeing her requires giving up ownership of my existence, then I’m not interested."

Jun Haoxuan nodded, as if he was confirming something to himself.

He rose from the bed and walked toward Ningyan, dressed in deep blue night robes. He stopped at a respectful distance yet his presence alone filled the space. He stood tall, broad-shouldered, roughly the same height as Yan Wuhen.

"You’ve made that much clear," Jun Haoxuan said. "But Yan Wuhen. Don’t let him keep manipulating you."

Ningyan smiled faintly and nodded. "Of course."

Jun Haoxuan turned away and approached one of the tall shelves. He removed a small box, opened it, and retrieved a golden seal engraved with the sigil of the Azure Dragon Clan. A dragon coiled around a single flame.

He handed it to Ningyan.

Reluctantly, Ningyan accepted it. "What is this for?"

"Permission," Jun Haoxuan replied simply. "To return here if you decide to meet her."

Ningyan’s eyes widened. "I... can really come see her?"

Jun Haoxuan nodded. "Yes."

Ningyan’s lips twitched. "I don’t trust you."

Jun Haoxuan regarded him coolly. "But you trust a nine-tailed fox? The embodiment of chaos?" He paused. "The only reason he hasn’t barged in here already is because I placed a talisman on this room."

Ningyan stiffened.

"He’s tried to break it," Jun Haoxuan added. "But this is my domain."

Ningyan chuckled softly. "I don’t trust anyone. But thank you." He lifted the seal slightly, meeting Jun Haoxuan’s gaze. "It means a lot."

Jun Haoxuan nodded. "About last night.. the attack." His tone shifted, more subdued. "I’m truly sorry that happened to you. It was a relief that Rong Yue brought you in. Yan Wuhen and I ran into him while he was looking for help. I asked Lan Meishan to heal you. Luckily, he was nearby."

Ningyan smiled faintly. "Thank you."

Jun Haoxuan didn’t reply. He merely lifted a hand.

At once, the invisible force sealing the chamber’s entrance dissolved.

Ningyan bowed slightly in acknowledgment. As he turned to leave, his gaze flicked around the room, searching for the robe he’d discarded earlier but it was nowhere to be found.

With a sigh, he picked up his flute on the shelf, slipped out of the chamber and made his way back to the room he shared with Yan Wuhen.

Inside, Wuhen was already dressed, seated on the edge of the bed. His nine tails swayed slowly behind him, irritation written clearly across his face as he listened to Wuyin’s report.

".....want to see you as quickly as possible. We will arrive before midnight if we...."

The moment Ningyan stepped inside, Wuyin stopped and turned sharply toward him.

Yan Wuhen followed his gaze, his eyes widening for just a second before he waved a hand dismissively.

"Leave," Wuhen said calmly. "We’ll depart once my beloved is ready."

Wuyin exhaled sharply. "As you wish."

He bowed and left the chamber, brushing past Ningyan but not without throwing him a sharp, displeased glare.

Ningyan ignored him and walked further inside.

Wuhen rose immediately and crossed the room, pulling Ningyan into his arms and burying his face against his neck.

"Did you really awaken your beast soul?" he murmured, his voice gentle as he nuzzled closer, hands settling at Ningyan’s waist.

Ningyan froze. He had half-expected anger. Accusation. Something.... sharp.

"I... yes," he answered slowly.

"Good." Wuhen exhaled against his skin, fingers trailing along the scars on Ningyan’s back. Then his voice shifted, turning controlled and possessive.

"Then what were you doing in Jun Haoxuan’s chamber?"

There it was. That edge he wasn’t bothering to hide.

Ningyan smiled. "Are you jealous, Master?"