Transmigration:The Villain Wants A Happy End Without His BeastHusbands-Chapter 60: If That’s Mercy, Then I’m A Fairy

As the two Great Divine Beast princes stared each other down, the pressure in the chamber thickened until it pressed painfully against Ningyan’s chest.

Wuhen’s red-gold fox eyes were sharp, predatory. His nine tails swayed slowly behind him, deliberate and threatening.

Lan Meishan, in contrast, wore a completely impassive expression but his presence was heavy, cold, and oppressive in a way that made the air feel tight.

Ningyan glanced at Tu Lanyin.

She only sighed, clearly far too exhausted to even think about stopping two princes from tearing each other apart.

With a quiet huff, Ningyan sat down in the chair beside Yan Qinghe’s bed and forced the sternest expression he could manage.

"Do the two of you plan to start a battle here?" he asked flatly. "Because if I’m being honest, I’m getting very tired of all these fights."

Both princes turned toward him at once, their eyes glowing faintly.

Before Ningyan could react, Wuhen strode over, pulled him to his feet, dropped into the chair himself and dragged Ningyan down onto his lap. An arm wrapped firmly around Ningyan’s waist, holding him in place.

Ningyan shot him a look that clearly said, Really?

Wuhen, however, looked perfectly at ease, as if this were the most natural thing in the world. His gaze shifted to Lan Meishan, curiosity flickering in his eyes.

"You didn’t bring a medicinal bag,"

Ningyan followed his gaze.

Lan Meishan was looking at him. No, watching him with an expression Ningyan could unmistakably recognize as jealousy.

After the other night, after meeting Lan Meishan’s split personality, Ningyan knew Lan Meishan liked him. Quiet affection... he said.

And if Ningyan were being honest with himself... he had expected it. He liked Meishan too. Something about Meishan felt slow, natural, easy to fall into.

The serpent prince was beautiful.

Who wouldn’t have a crush on Lan Meishan?

Too bad Rong Chao was already hopelessly in love with him so much so that marriage was clearly his end goal.

Unfortunately, Ningyan had plans that did not include marrying a Great Divine Beast prince.

No matter how hot they were.

No matter the fact that he was currently seated on one prince’s lap, wrapped in warmth, power, and undeniable possession.

"I do not need a medicinal bag for this," Lan Meishan said.

He glanced briefly at Tu Lanyin before turning his gaze to Wuhen.

Wuhen only smirked in response, reaching into his robe and flicking a talisman toward the chamber doorway. The moment it struck, the walls flared with a translucent red-gold glow, sealing the room.

"Lanyin is my sister’s lover," he said casually. "Which makes her family."

His eyes narrowed slightly as he continued, his tone turning sharp.

"And Ningyan informed us that you stole Yu Feixue’s head last night. That means you’re behind what happened in Sunland. As much as I have many questions about why someone as boring as you would involve yourself in such acts, I’ll set them aside for now."

He smiled like the fox he was. "I want you to heal my sister."

Ningyan had very deliberately excluded Meishan’s split personality from Wuhen. He did wonder whether Wuhen already knew. Or whether he suspected and simply chose not to say anything.

"If I heal her," Lan Meishan asked calmly, "do you promise to exclude me from your reports?"

"I already have," Wuhen replied smoothly. "You have nothing to worry about."

As he spoke, he leaned closer to Ningyan’s neck, brushing his nose lightly against his skin. At the same time, his hand pressed possessively against Ningyan’s stomach.

Ningyan barely reacted anymore.

He was used to it. So used to it that his body had begun to crave Wuhen’s touch without permission. It was... oddly cute, knowing how much Wuhen liked touching him, sniffing him, grounding himself in Ningyan’s presence.

Lan Meishan watched them for a long moment.

The look in his eyes was difficult to read but Ningyan knew enough now to recognize jealousy when he saw it.

"How do you intend to heal her?" Tu Lanyin asked sharply. "This is demonic corruption."

"I will reverse it," Lan Meishan replied softly, lifting his gaze to Qinghe’s forehead. "She is very strong. The corruption did not spread quickly. It hasn’t taken root deeply enough to fully propagate."

He paused. "A simple reversal will suffice."

Ningyan narrowed his eyes. "But she responded to the call of that creature."

"Yes," Meishan answered calmly, "but that does not mean the corruption deepened."

A realization struck Ningyan all at once.

"Then Yu Feixue..." he said slowly. "The corruption took root in him. It spread and just as it was reaching his mind, you cut off his head."

Lan Meishan froze.

Ningyan nodded, his voice quiet but firm. "You didn’t want it to consume him completely. So you gave him mercy."

"If that’s mercy, then I’m a fairy." Wuhen deadpanned.

Ningyan rolled his eyes.

If Lan Meishan had beheaded Yu Feixue to stop the corruption from spreading... then why had the split personality taken the head?

Lan Meishan didn’t answer. He simply pressed two fingers to Qinghe’s neck. A deep emerald glow bloomed at his fingertips, seeping into her skin. Slowly, the black, ink-like veins began to dissolve, fading strand by strand until nothing remained.

Everyone watched in silence.

When the last trace vanished, Lan Meishan withdrew his hand and stepped back.

"That’s it?" Wuhen asked, utterly ungrateful.

Ningyan slapped his chest, making the nine-tailed fox grunt and then chuckle.

"Ignore him. Are you okay?"

Lan Meishan nodded. "Yes. She’ll wake soon."

"How soon?" Wuhen pressed, as Tu Lanyin stepped forward to check Qinghe’s shoulder, letting out a sigh of relief.

"The corruption is completely gone." she turned to Lan Meishan and bowed deeply.

"Thank you."

"Don’t thank him," Wuhen said flatly, eyes locked on Lan Meishan. "He’s the one who did this to her in the first place. Am I wrong, Lan Meishan?"

Lan Meishan parted his lips, clearly about to defend himself but Tu Lanyin spoke first.

"I don’t care," she said. "As long as Qinghe is fine. Besides, I don’t sense any demonic aura from him."

"He could be a lackey," Wuhen muttered, narrowing his eyes.

Ningyan slapped his chest again. "Stop it."

Wuhen stared at him in disbelief.

Ningyan finally pulled himself free from Wuhen’s lap and turned to Lan Meishan.

"Thank you... for saving her life."

Lan Meishan inclined his head in acknowledgment.

"I’ll walk you out," Ningyan said, already moving.

Wuhen immediately stood. "We’ll walk him out together, Yan’er."

With a lazy flick of his hand, the talisman on the wall burned away. Lan Meishan stepped forward, and Ningyan shot Wuhen a displeased glare.

"Stop bullying him."

Wuhen pursed his lips, his expression creasing into mock hurt. "I would never."

Ningyan clicked his tongue and followed Lan Meishan out.

Behind them, Wuhen smiled, thoroughly pleased, as he trailed after them, his nine tails swaying happily.