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Chapter One
Engagement of the Lan and Jiang Clans

“Come again?” Wei Wuxian blinked repeatedly at his uncle and aunt. Surely he heard them wrong.

Glancing across the hall to the three men sitting formally in their white robes that so resembled mourning clothes he couldn’t help but gape. This wasn’t happening. No way Lan Qiren agreed to this! The old man hated him.

“You and Lan Wangji are engaged,” his uncle, Jiang Fengmian, repeated.

“No!” Jiang Cheng shouted. “I don’t agree to this.”

“This isn’t for you to agree with,” Madam Yu replied coldly. “This is a matter between us, your guardians.”

“But… Lan Zhan did you agree to this?” Wei Wuxian looked at the youngest of the three men from the Lan clan present at Lotus Pier.

“Mnm,” was his usual one syllable response.

Wei Wuxian felt his head spin. How was this happening? Throughout the entire time he was at Cloud Recesses he’d tried everything to get Lan Zhan’s attention but he never seemed interested. Now they were to be engaged?

“Um… why?” Honestly it was the only thing he could think of.

Lan Qiren and Jiang Fengmian shared a looked that Wei Wuxian didn’t understand. What he did understand was he had no choice. His uncle had taken him in after his parents’ deaths, raised him, and made him first disciple. If him getting married into the Lan Clan was what was required of him for all that, then fine. At least he’d get to look at Lan Zhan every day! He’d always bragged he’d get the most beautiful cultivator as his wife, well guess its husband now.

“Young master Wei, are you entirely unaware?” Lan Xichen asked, his brows furrowed just the slightest amount.

Wei Wuxian blinked drawing a complete and utter blank. Sure they’d interacted with each other during night hunts and competitions, even exchanged letters over the last year since he’d studied at Cloud Recesses but…

Wait, had they been courting this entire time?

“Brother,” Lan Wangji spoke firmly.

Lan Xichen sighed and said nothing else.

What? What was going on? What wasn’t he aware of? Was that really them courting? Was he dating Lan Zhan this entire time and never noticed! Talk about wasted time!

“We shall hold the ceremony in a year’s time,” Madam Yu announced.

“So soon?” Jiang Cheng complained. “Yanli just got married. Must I lose my brother so soon as well?”

“He isn’t your brother!” Madam Yu scolded.

Wei Wuxian tried not to flinch at Madam Yu’s raised voice, but at this point it was ingrained in him.

“A-Cheng,” Wen Qing set her hand on Jiang Cheng’s. “It’ll be okay. I’m sure the Lan’s will treat Wei Wuxian with courtesy, right?” His sister-in-law shot the Lans a scathing look.

It was no secret Wei Wuxian was an absolute menace during his time studying under Lan Qiren. The old man deemed him entirely unteachable. Of course that wasn’t true, he just didn’t care for formal teaching situations, especially exceedingly stuffy ones like that at Cloud Recesses. The fact he’d now have to live in a place with over 3000 rules was going to be a nightmare!

Glancing to his uncle Wei Wuxian felt his heart lift a bit. He had no choice. This was for the sect. Surely there was some reason for their engagement. And it would get him away from Madam Yu, and perhaps improve his uncles and hers relationship.

“I’m sorry, I just remembered I promised to help the juniors with their training. I’m not needed for further talks, correct?” Standing Wei Wuxian bowed and left without waiting for an answer.

He didn’t realize Lan Wangji also got up and followed after him until he was some steps away and not heading to the sword training hall.

“Lying is against the rules,” Lan Wangji spoke startling Wei Wuxian out of his thoughts.

“Lan Zhan! Why are you following me?”

“You are not happy?”

Wei Wuxian just stared at him.

“About the engagement?”

“Are you? I thought you hated me? You never once responded to any of my invites or even my attempts to befriend you, aside from writing back to say no and what you were doing instead. Now we’re supposed to be getting married? Sure, I’m thrilled!” He couldn’t help but sound cold. It wasn’t that he didn’t like Lan Wangji, the opposite honestly. Out of everyone he’d ever met it was only him he saw as an equal. But, this? This was-

“I never hated you.”

Everything in Wei Wuxian’s brain froze. Every complaint. Every criticism of the current situation. Everything.

All he could do was stare at Lan Wangji taking in his absolutely immaculate appearance. Long black hair, clear eyes, and perfectly straight ribbon tied across his forehead. Just him.

“Wei Ying?”

“Um, you don’t?”

“No.”

“Ok then. Friends?” A small flutter took up in Wei Wuxian’s stomach.

“No.”

That flutter turned into a rock.

“Fiancés.”

And it was back.

Wei Wuxian beamed. Laughing he threw his arm over Lan Wangji’s shoulders. “How about I show you around Lotus Pier?”

“Mnm.”

XxXxX

Back at the hall Lan Xichen had watched Lan Wangji go with a secretive smile. It was probably insane to others that they were the ones to approach the Jiang clan with the proposal of marriage. But Lan Wangji was adamant that it had to be Wei Wuxian, plus there was that other issue.

He would’ve been happy to let things play out, and see where his brother’s relationship naturally lead –outside the small thing of their time in the ice cave – but an unsettling rumor had reached Lan Xichen’s ears during a night hunt.

Madam Yu was abusing Wei Wuxian, using the belief that her husband had slept with the boy’s mother. A rumor even his uncle when asked about found laughable.

Sure Cangse Senren and Wei Changze and Jiang Fengmian were all friends, and maybe Fengmian held some feelings for Cangse but she would’ve never allowed anything to happen. The wondering cultivator was entirely in love with her husband.

The rules of the sect said not to gossip, but this was something they couldn’t turn a blind eye to. Lan Wangji had declared he’d have no one but Wei Wuxian, and that very person was being mistreated within the one place he should’ve been safe. So, Lan Xichen proposed the public marriage.

“Are you sure you want that boy?” Madam Yu remarked. “If it was up to me he’d remain here for the rest of his life, repaying his family’s debt to our Sect.”

“I believe we’ve stated a fair bride price,” Lan Qiren replied calmly.

“And it isn’t your decision,” Fengmian reminded his wife. “I’ve decided, Wei Wuxian will go to the Gusu Lan Sect.” Anything to get him away from Lotus Pier and his wife. If he’d known what bringing the boy here would mean for Wei Wuxian, he’d have found a trusted subordinate to take him in, but he’d wanted to keep his promise to his childhood friend.

Forgive me Changze. I couldn’t entirely protect your boy. But at least now he can escape.

It seemed Madam Yu had enough sense to keep her mouth shut while guests were present.

“His things will be packed and he shall leave with you when you return.”

“What?!” Jiang Cheng shouted. “But the wedding isn’t for another year! Why make him leave now?!”

“Wei Wuxian is entering into our sect as a bride, as such there is much he needs to learn before the wedding,” Lan Qiren spoke resolutely. They weren’t leaving without him, and he was already a member of their sect. How dare this woman lay her hands on his nephew-in-law!

“Cheng,” Wen Qing squeezed his hand. “This is for the best.”

Jiang Cheng knew she was right. Letting Wei Wuxian go anywhere where his mother wasn’t was for the best. But, this was his sworn brother! He’d already lost his elder sister to that damn peacock. Why must he give up him too? And to such a cold person as Lan Wangji? At least Jin Zixuan showed his affection for his sister.

Wen Qing squeezed his hand again and he looked at her. Her firm smile made him melt. How did he get so lucky as to end up with someone so amazing?

Reaching over with his other hand he laid it over hers and held on. He hated seeing Wei Wuxian go, but at least he had Wen Qing, so he wasn’t entirely alone. His eyes moved to her stomach and he smiled. Besides soon they’d be welcoming their first born into the world. Perhaps they could use the extra room.

“Then we are in agreement?” Jiang Fengmian announced. “We shall hold a small banquet tonight to celebrate this momentous occasion.”

XxXxX

Lan Wangji watched as Wei Wuxian spoke animatedly about everything in regards to Lotus Pier. A small part of him felt guilty at the thought of taking him away from the home he so obviously loved. He’d hoped to give Wei Wuxian more time, to make him see their connection and maybe even properly confess.

He still needed to explain to him about what the engagement really meant, and how to the clan they were already married thanks to their time in the ice cave.

Despite everything he needed to do, Lan Wangji couldn’t bring himself to actually say anything. He could only watch as Wei Wuxian jumped from one location to the next talking about memories and activities. When a bun was thrust into his hands he accepted it as they continued along the pier.

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian grabbed his arm and pulled him close as he pointed toward the river, “this is where I fought my first water ghoul!”

The mention of water ghouls brought to mind their time at Cloud Recesses and their first hunt together. He’d only just started to realize his feelings, or more accurately his brother noticed.

“And here,” he spun around, his feet slipping in some water and Wei Wuxian started falling.

Rushing forward, Lan Wangji caught him, holding him closely.

“Wei Ying, are you okay?”

“Um,” Wei Wuxian looked up to him, their eyes locking. “Yeah, thanks.”

Lan Wangji’s arms remained locked around Wei Wuxian’s waist as they continued to stare at one another.

“Wei Ying, I-“

“Wei Wuxian! Where are you?”

It was Jiang Cheng.

Wei Wuxian’s head snapped in the direction of his brother’s voice and he raised his arm as he started to call out to him. Before he even got a syllable out Lan Wangji grabbed Wei Wuxian’s hand and pulled him deeper into the crowd and away from Jiang Cheng.

“Lan Zhan? Lan Zhan, Cheng-cheng is calling for me.”

“Don’t care. Don’t listen.”

Wei Wuxian laughed, his fingers moving within Lan Zhan’s hand until they were laced together with his. “Ok, I won’t.”

A small smile formed on Lan Zhan’s lips as they left the pier and headed to a more secluded place. They came to stop beneath a tree and Wei Wuxian smiled up at it.

“This is the first tree I climbed after coming to Lotus Pier.” Jumping up he came to land on a branch and looked down to Lan Wangji.

Lan Wangji watched him worriedly. He’d slipped a little bit ago, should he really be climbing a tree?

“I fell from here at that time, and Shijie caught me. We both got injured though,” Wei Wuxian laughed.

“Wei Ying.” Lan Wangji held out his arms, silently urging him to come down.

He wasn’t sure what made him do it, but Wei Wuxian jumped. If Lan Wangji caught him, he didn’t know what he’d do. The emotions running high through him right now were exhilarating and he wanted to enjoy them.

As he fell Lan Wangji raced forward and wrapped Wei Wuxian in his arms, barely stumbling backwards with the force of the impact.

“Thanks,” Wei Wuxian murmured before looking back up at him.

Their eyes locked and it was like the world faded into the background. All that existed as Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian.

“Zhan,” Wei Wuxian whispered, not entirely meaning to drop his surname.

“Ying,” Lan Wangji entirely meant to do so on the other hand.

Their faces drew closer, their eyes closing as their lips brushed together. Wei Wuxian didn’t know what possessed him to press in and deepen the kiss, but Lan Wangji wasn’t pushing him away either, if anything his arms tightened around Wei Wuxian. His feet still hadn’t touched the ground as their lips explored each other’s.

“Wei Wuxian!” It was Jiang Cheng again.

Irritation flashed in Lan Wangji’s mind as he nipped at Wei Wuxian’s bottom lip before breaking the kiss. He looked down to his beloved, gods it felt so good to think that without shame, and felt his heart ache. Wei Wuxian’s kiss bruised lips and glistening eyes filled with want stared back at him.

“There you are!” Jiang Cheng finally came into their sight. “Where… what is going on?”

“Oh, Cheng-cheng,” Wei Wuxian smiled at him, not moving from Lan Wangji’s arms. “Were you looking for me?”

Jiang Cheng glared daggers at Lan Wangji before moving to pull Wei Wuxian away from him. “Father wants to speak with you.”

“Okay, I’ll go find him. See you later, Lan Zhan.”

“Mmn.”

Jiang Cheng lingered behind his gaze fixed on Lan Wangji.

“Just because you’re engaged doesn’t mean you can be close to him,” Jiang Cheng warned.

“Wei Ying is mine,” Lan Wangji answered. “Stay out of it.”

“Lan Wangji!”

“Jiang Wanyin.”

He didn’t much like his future brother-in-law. The man was complacent in Wei Wuxian’s treatment at the hands of his mother. He also didn’t seem to cherish Wei Wuxian as much as Wei Wuxian cherished him.

“You still aren’t married yet, a lot can change in a year.”

Lan Wangji wanted to poor cold water over his head with the truth, but he couldn’t. Not now. Wei Wuxian needed to be told first. Not here though.

XxXxX

Wei Wuxian’s heart was still finding it hard to work right as he found his way back to the main house and his uncle’s study. Had that really happened? Lan Wangji and he kissed?

He felt his entire face flush as he pressed his finger tips to his lips. It was so rough and yet sweet.

And the feel of Lan Wangji’s arms wrapped around him? He’d felt safe, truly safe. Like nothing could hurt him while in his arms.

“A-xian.”

Stopping mid stride Wei Wuxian smiled at his uncle. “Cheng-cheng said you were looking for me.”

“Yes, let’s talk shall we?”

Nodding he followed his uncle as they walked along the hallways.

“Do you know why I agreed to this engagement?”

“Not really, but I’m okay with it.” If his uncle was to say he was going to take it back his heart would probably shatter. He wanted to be with Lan Wangji.

“You are? Even though you’re both men?”

Wei Wuxian blinked. That honestly hadn’t really occurred to him. All he could think about was it being Lan Wangji. Nothing else really mattered.

“No, never mind. I agreed to this, I’m the last one to say anything. Just know that this isn’t me sending you away. The Yunmeng Jiang Sect and Lotus Pier shall always be a home for you. There will always be a place here for you to return, should you need to.”

“Thank you Uncle,” Wei Wuxian bowed. Despite his uncle’s words, he just knew he wouldn’t be returning to Lotus Pier as a resident ever again. When he left with the Lans that would be good bye. Honestly, he was okay with that.

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Chapter Two
Banquet and Parting

Jiang Yanli and Jin Zixuan arrived within hours, having flown on sword most of the way to get to Lotus Pier swiftly. Jiang Yanli went straight for Wei Wuxian’s room, ignoring everyone including her parents and their guests, where she found him packing.

“So it’s true?”

“Shijie?” Wei Wuxian spun around, a well-crafted wooden box in his hands. “What are you doing here?”

“Of course I’m here! A-Cheng sent word of the proposal. Why wouldn’t I come?”

He smiled at his elder martial sister. Honestly he was glad to see her. He’d planned to send her a letter before he left, but this was a nice surprise.

She moved further into the room and hugged him. “Do you need help packing?” She tried to take the wooden box from him but he quickly avoided her. She looked at the box again and smiled knowingly. “You’re taking the letters with you? Even though you’ll be seeing the sender every day?”

Wei Wuxian faked a cough as he set the box inside a trunk and reached for his shijie’s hands. “They’re important to me, you know that.”

“I do,” she smiled.

They sat on the sofa and Jiang Yanli brushed a stray hair from Wei Wuxian’s face.

“Are you truly okay with this? It’s rather sudden.”

“I’m okay. And…”

“And?”

“Shijie, have Lan Zhan and I been courting this last year?”

Wei Wuxian could feel his cheeks heating up as he asked. For the last year since leaving Cloud Recesses they’d exchanged letters, met up at night hunts and conferences, and enjoyed the occasional meal together after night hunts. Was that courting? It wasn’t too different from what he did with Wen Ning or Nie Huaisang.

“He never accepted any of my invitations to Lotus Pier, but we have seen each other quite a bit,” Wei Wuxian mused.

Jiang Yanli laughed softly. “How old are you A-xian?”

“Three,” he answered quickly.

“Yes, yes A-xian is only three so how could he possibly know. Maybe Second Master Lan has his reasons for avoiding coming to Lotus Pier. Since he’s been here, what have you done?”

Wei Wuxian quickly explained the tour he’d given Lan Wangji, how when Jiang Cheng came looking for them the first time Lan Zhan pulled him away, and how they’d ended up at the tree he’d climbed the first night he arrived.

“And then,” Wei Wuxian drifted off, his face heating up again. “Shijie, remember when I asked why someone would like another person?”

“I do. I asked if you had someone in your heart, and you lied to me,” she replied sternly.

“You knew?” he gaped at her.

“Of course. All you’ve done is talk about Second Master Lan since coming home from Gusu. It was obvious.”

“How? I didn’t even completely realize until…” Again he drifted off not entirely willing to admit to kissing Lan Zhan so soon after being engaged.

“A-xian truly is three years old. Teasing the one he likes.”

Wei Wuxian’s eyes widened. Was that it? Was his level of flirting really at the level of a young boy pulling at the braid of the little girl he likes?

All the times he’d teased and pranked Lan Zhan raced through his mind and Wei Wuxian wanted to curl into a ball and die of embarrassment. Did Lan Zhan notice? Is that why he never accepted the invitation to visit Yunmeng?

“Shijie, what if Lan Zhan hates me?” he whimpered.

“I highly doubt Second Master Lan hates A-Xian. If he did, why would he go to those night hunts? Or right you letters? Or, agree to this marriage?”

She had a point. Not to mention, Lan Zhan had kissed him back. Wei Wuxian definitely didn’t imagine those strong arms holding him tight and the other pressing closer for more.

Wei Wuxian’s hand reached up, his fingertips lingering on his lips.

“A-Xian?”

“Hmm? Nothing Shijie, nothing.”

“I see Cheng worried for nothing?” They both turned to Wen Qing standing at the open door. “Hello Yanli.”

“A-Qing! Should you be up?” Jiang Yanli hurried to their sister in law.

“I’m perfectly fine. I came to see if Wuxian needed help packing as well.”

“I’m almost done,” Wei Wuxian placed a few more items in the trunk he’d set the box in. He grabbed a black flute, wrapped it in a cloth, and set it inside.

“Did you seriously not realize you’ve been crushing on Lan Wangji this entire time?”

“Wen Qing!” Wei Wuxian protested.

“Hopeless. But then again you’re not the only lovesick hopeless fool I know,” she sighed heavily.

Wei Wuxian frowned at that. Was she talking about Lan Zhan? No, she didn’t know him well enough. She and Jiang Cheng were already happily married and stupid for each other. Jiang Yanli had also married the peacock recently, and they seemed happy with each other. So… who?

“Y-young M-master Wei!”

Jiang Yanli and Wen Qing quickly stepped aside as Wen Ning came rushing into his room.

“Are y-you tr-truly l-l-leaving?” Wen Ning asked. “M-m-marriage? To Y-young m-m-master Lan?”

He seemed worked up, he was stuttering more than normal.

“I am, but you can always come visit me, with Wen Qing’s permission,” he quickly added on the last part.

“I-I won’t. I’ll w-wait for the w-w-wedding.”

“Why? Come see me.”

Jiang Yanli wanted to laugh. Wen Ning was trying to be considerate. Of course Wei Wuxian wouldn’t understand that.

The four of them helped Wei Wuxian pack the last of his things before they headed for the courtyard. The entire sect was busy with preparing for the celebratory banquet.

“Yanli!” Jin Zixuan hurried over as soon as he spotted her.

“Qing, dear, where did you go?” Jiang Cheng joined the group swiftly.

“To make sure our brother was properly prepared for his journey. I know you were worried.”

“Was not,” Jiang Chenge mumbled.

“It’s ok Cheng-cheng, I promise to write.”

“You better! What is Father thinking agreeing to this?”

“Agreeing?” Wei Wuxian frowned. “Was it the Lans that proposed the marriage?”

“If not them then who? Father would never send you away otherwise.”

Wei Wuxian felt his heart do that weird fluttering again. He wasn’t sure why, but he’d thought the proposal came from his side. Oh gods! Had he been courting Lan Zhan this entire year and not noticed it? Was this the natural progression in Lan Zhan’s eyes?

“I… I need to find Lan Zhan.”

“He’s over there,” Jin Zixuan indicated to a group to the left of them across the courtyard.

Wei Wuxian nodded and quickly headed toward his fiancé. This was all so weird. He was only now coming to accept that maybe he’d been courting Lan Zhan for this last year, and before he could even call him his boyfriend they were engaged. He’d missed an entire step despite participating in it!

Wait, what about confessions?

Should he confess to having feelings for Lan Zhan?

Was it necessary?

He froze as his gaze met the one causing all this torment on his mind and heart. Those clear eyes, always so straight forward and honest, seemed to soften as they met his own.

“Wei Ying.” Was that a smile? It was the smallest upturn of Lan Zhan’s lips, but it definitely looked like a smile!

“Lan Zhan, ah,” Wei Wuxian felt his face heating up. “Have we been courting this last year?” He shouted causing everyone to pause in what they were doing.

Lan Wangji’s ears had turned a bright red, though only his brother noticed, as he moved closer to Wei Wuxian who was obviously in a panicked state. Did the young man seriously just know notice that? He knew Lan Wangji had said Wei Wuxian was a bit oblivious to things, but this was almost painfully so.

“I mean, Lan Zhan the letters? Night hunts? Dinners? Have we?”

“Wei Ying, calm,” Lan Wangji grapped Wei Wuxian’s hands and pulled him close.

Lan Xichen watched happily. His younger brother was noticeably flustered himself, but he was trying to hold it together to calm the other one down.

“Answer me!” Wei Wuxian pleaded, tears pricking the corners of his eyes.

“Hnn, I thought we were,” Lan Wangji whispered.

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian threw his arms around Lan Wangji’s shoulders, hugging him in front of everyone causing quite a few new shocked expressions.

Almost everyone had the same thought: ‘He didn’t realize that?!’

Everyone except Madam Yu and Jiang Fengmian.

Madam Yu seemed genuinely irritated by her ward’s outburst.

Fengmian was concerned for what was happening and how he hadn’t noticed the relationship between the two men.

Wei Wuxian’s panic was gone, replaced by total joy. His bright smile was back in full force as he clung to Lan Wangji’s arm as people started milling about again. If it had been anyone else, the scene would’ve been enough to call the intended purpose of the evening into question. But, this was Wei Wuxian, the world’s most oblivious idiot when it came to himself.

Others? He was sharp and usually quick to an accurate assessment.

Night hunts and hauntings? Wei Wuxian was the one to almost always realize what was going on before others, except maybe Lan Wangji.

The first disciple of the Yunmeng Jiang sect was no a fool – except when it came to himself. The man was simply blind when it came to inward reflection.

As soon as Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji started exchanging letters, Wei Wuxian initiating the contact, and Wei Wuxian always bragging about Lan Wangji everyone at Lotus Pier just assumed he was lovesick idiot.

To think he hadn’t even realize he was courting the Second Master of Lan!

Everyone collectively had another thought: ‘Poor Lan Wangji.’

The banquet began with Lan Wanji and Wei Wuxian sitting at the head table, as the banquet was in honor of them. To one side was Lan Xichen and Lan Qiren. Opposite them sat Jiang Fengmian and Madam Yu, with Jiang Cheng and Wen Qing sitting at the table beside them. Jin Zixuan and Jiang Yanli were place at a table beside the Lans, even though they were technically the “Bride’s” family. The Yunmeng Jiang sect wasn’t really one for ceremony so it was more as a balance, family on both sides of the happy couple. The rest of the sect was spread out at table creating an informal circle.

Throughout the night people gave their congratulations and well wishes. Most even gave Lan Wangji sympathy for having to deal with Wei Wuxian. Lan Wangji ignored such comments, instead he focused on keeping Wei Wuxian at his side.

People kept trying to pull him away and into antics. Every time he went to move away Lan Wangji grabbed his hand, gently reminding him to stay.

“What about betrothal gifts?” Someone asked.

Panic set back in Wei Wuxian! He hadn’t even thought of that!

“Those will be exchange back at Cloud Recesses, as I’m sure Wei Wuxian needs to prepare,” Lan Xichen announced.

Did that mean Lan Zhan had already prepared one for him?

Determination took the place of panic. He needed to find the perfect gift! But what?

“Wei Ying?”

“What would you like?” Wei Wuxian whispered to him. “As a gift?”

He hadn’t expected Wei Wuxian to ask him directly. He had the most irresistible urge to say Wei Ying, but knew that was inappropriate. Plus, Wei Wuxian was already his.

“Sword tassel?” he mumbled something simple.

“Doesn’t Bichen already have one?” Wei Wuxian looked between them where both Bichen and Suibian were sitting. He was surprised to not see a tassel on Bichen. “Hmm, okay!”

An idea formed in his mind instantly. Maybe he could get Lan Zhan a tassel that matched the one on Suibian? Not exactly as it would look strange for a black and red tassel to hang from the white and silver Bichen, but one of an identical design in Bichen’s colors? Yes! That was perfect.

He wanted to go and make the order instantly, but knew he couldn’t. The shops were closed after all, and they were leaving tomorrow. He’d need to find a craftsman in Gusu that could make the tassel.

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian leaned against his shoulder. “I like you,” he whispered so only Lan Wangji could hear him.

He didn’t notice Lan Wangji’s hand tightening on his cup of tea, or the reddening of his ears.

“Like Wei Ying,” Land Wangji replied.

XxXxX

The next morning was both a happy and sad day for the Yunmeng Jiang sect as everyone gathered to see the first disciple off for his future. No one expected a day that Wei Wuxian would leave could come. The master was exceedingly fond of the young man, and the Jiang siblings loved him like one of their own.

Gazes shifted to Madam Yu as she stood silently beside the rest. No, maybe this day had to come.

“Thank you Uncle Fengmian, for everything. I promise to live up to your teachings and not bring shame upon our sect,” Wei Wuxian bowed to the man that raised him.

“We will see you at the wedding, and A-Xian remember what I said. Lotus Pier will forever be your home.”

“If he’s going to marry into another sect he should do it properly and not come back! That would bring shame to us,” Madam Yu snapped.

“Thank you, Madam Yu,” Wei Wuxian bowed to the woman that was the darkest shadow during his time at Lotus Pier. Still, despite everything she’d said and done, he was grateful she never threw him out.

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji came to his side.

“I’m fine,” he whispered.

“A-xian,” Jiang Yanli stepped forward. “Please remember to write and visit me at Carp Tower.”

“Of course Shijie.”

“You better treat him right,” Jiang Cheng warned Lan Wangji. “If I even think you’re mistreating him-“

“Cheng-cheng I’ll be fine. Lan Zhan wouldn’t do that,” Wei Wuxian stepped between them.

“Hmph,” Jiang Cheng was definitely not convinced. After all, it was only last night that Wei Wuxian even realized they’d been courting! What kind of person was Lan Wangji to not even make his intentions clear to his intended?

Everyone else said their goodbyes and the group departing for Gusu boarded the boats. Normally they’d travel by sword, but since Wei Wuxian had his luggage to bring with him this was far more practical.

Wei Wuxian stood at the back of the boat waving good bye to everyone until they were far out of sight of Lotus Pier. As they rounded a bend in the river he finally lowered his arms and felt the weight of the situation settle over him. He was really leaving Lotus Pier. He’d always thought it would be his home until he died.

“Wei Ying?” Lan Zhan came to his side. “We can visit any time.”

He smiled up at his Lan Zhan. “Thanks,” he looked back in the direction of Lotus Pier.

Lan Zhan reached out and wrapped his arms around Wei Ying, pulling him close. It hurt to see him so forlorn. This was for the best though.

He’d seen it clearly during their brief stay, Madam Yu held nothing but animosity for his Wei Ying. He couldn’t leave him there anymore. It was his job to protect him.

Lan Wangji knew it would be hard for Wei Ying to adjust to Cloud Recesses, but he would be there to help him. After a while he’d come to realize it wasn’t so restrictive. Plus, they could night hunt together more frequently. And cultivate together.

He’d waited a year, and honestly he’d been ready to wait longer. He couldn’t leave his beloved locked in that place with a woman that hated him though. He wouldn’t.

“Lan Zhan? Are you okay?” Wei Ying looked up to him, concern on his face.

“Wei Ying, did she ever hurt you?”

Wei Ying frowned for a moment before realization shone in his eyes. Looking away he laid his arms over Lan Zhan’s.

“Lan Zhan, Madam Yu tolerated me being there even though,” he drifted off.

“Did she hurt you?” Lan Zhan repeated.

Wei Ying nodded shallowly. He recalled the times she admonished him. Jiang Cheng and Shijie thought it was just kneeling and scolding but there was more. Never enough to permanently injure, but enough to wound.

Lan Zhan’s arms tightened around him, almost as if he was trying to protect Wei Ying from the memories plaguing him.

“Never again,” he repeated.

Wei Ying laughed. “But I’ve been punished at Cloud Recesses before.”

“Punishment is not the same,” Lan Zhan replied coldly. “It’s not done out of malice.”

He knew Lan Zhan was right and he couldn’t argue.

The times he’d been admonished by Madam Yu were often over things that made Jiang Cheng seemed weaker than him. Like when he’d win at kite shooting, or if he out hunted him. Very rarely was he punished by Madam Yu because of a rule he’d broken. It was always because he outshone his brother.

Leaning further into Lan Zhan’s chest Wei Ying turned around and looked up to him. Those clear eyes gazed down into his own filled with so much emotion. How did he ever think of Lan Zhan as emotionless?

“Ying,” Lan Zhan whispered leaning down.

“Zhan.”

Their lips brushed against each other’s and before they could take it deeper a cough came from the front of the boat.

Both blushed as they parted. They’d complete forgotten they weren’t alone!

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Chapter Three
Back at Cloud Recesses

To think he’d willingly return to this place? Wei Wuxian wanted to laugh as he climbed the last few steps and approached the entrance to the Gusu Lan Sect’s home. Cloud Recesses hadn’t changed still entirely picturesque with the ethereal fog covering the mountains making it look like a floating palace. It wasn’t Lotus Pier, but it was a beautiful place.

Wei Wuxian’s gaze slid to the cliff directly outside the gates. That hadn’t changed either. Three thousand rules were still carved into the mountain side.

“Where should we take Master Wei’s things?” a junior disciple asked.

“The Jingshi,” Lan Wangji answered.

“Wha-“ the disciple was visibly shocked.

Wei Wuxian frowned. “What’s wrong? What the Jingshi?” he asked moving to stand closer to Lan Wangji.

“It’s Wangji’s personal quarters,” Lan Xichen answered, a knowing smile playing across his face.

Blushing, Wei Wuxian blushed. “Um, shouldn’t we live separate during the engagement?”

“No,” Lan Wangji replied. “Take his things to the Jingshi.”

The juniors didn’t argue further and began hauling the few trunks Wei Wuxian had brought with him. If he was a proper bride he’d have far more. When his Shijie moved to Carp Tower she’d filled multiple carriages.

As it was Wei Wuxian had three trunks. Clothes took up one trunk. Scrolls, books, and random pieces of paper he’d scribbled ideas on was the other. As for the third, Wei Wuxian’s gaze slid to the smaller trunk. It held the few things he truly treasured.

It was that exact trunk that two juniors was carrying when one of them tripped, causing the trunk to fall and the contents to spill out.

“Watch it!” Wei Wuxian shouted as he hurried to pick up the items. Thankfully the smaller wooden box within hadn’t opened. The flute had come unwound though, and the small rattle he’d had since he was a child was now covered in dirt.

Trying not to show his irritation, Wei Wuxian righted the trunk.

“Sorry Master Wei,” the one that stumbled apologized quickly, moving to help.

“It’s fine. How’s your foot?” Wei Wuxian rewrapped the flute and reached for the rattle, but someone else picked it up first.

Lan Wangji.

He looked at the child’s toy with a peculiar look in his clear eyes.

“It’s special,” Wei Wuxian mumbled as he held his hand out for it.

“Mmn,” was all Lan Wangji said as he handed it back.

“What this?” another disciple asked picking up a compass shaped object.

“Just something I’m fiddling with,” Wei Wuxian grabbed it and quickly repacked his things.

With the trunk and it’s contents situated, Wei Wuxian went to lift it himself, but Lan Wangji picked it up.

“Lan Zhan!”

“Let’s go.”

Lan Xichen chuckled behind them.

“Make sure Wangji explains things to him,” Lan Qiren said before separating from the group.

He certainly knew how to pour cold water on a moment. Lan Xichen was enjoying watching his younger brother fuss over his beloved. It was obvious Lan Wangji was nervous to have Wei Wuxian back at Cloud Recesses. The fact he’d ordered him to stay with him in the Jingshi did need to be addressed though. Normally the fiancé would be placed in another building.

They arrived at the Jingshi, Wei Wuxian wasn’t surprised to find it serene and tucked back against the mountain away from everyone else. It was definitely a place he could see Lan Wangji being.

Now he was going to live here as well.

Him and Lan Zhan.

Together.

Lan Xichen watched as Wei Wuxian turned several shades of red. The young man was certainly fun to watch. No wonder his brother had taken such an interest in him so quickly. Unlike others Wei Wuxian didn’t hide his feelings, being upfront and honest in his actions.

The disciples placed the trunks on the porch, bowed, and left.

“Wangji doesn’t allow others inside,” Lan Xichen explained before Wei Wuxian could ask why they hadn’t taken the trunks inside.

“Ah, sounds like Lan Zhan.”

“Come in,” Lan Zhan indicated for them to enter as he opened the door. It wasn’t large by most great sect’s standards, but it was certainly a nice place. A main room with what looked like two smaller rooms to either side.

“Wei Ying will use this room,” Lan Zhan indicated the room to the right.

“Thank you,” Wei Wuxian smiled. They’d quickly moved the trunks into the smaller room and Wei Wuxian began looking around decided where to put things.

“Books can go with mine,” Lan Zhan said.

“Can they?” Wei Wuxian smiled. He hadn’t expected Lan Zhan to let him put his things in another part of the building.

“Of course. Place things where you want.”

The simple act was enough to make him happy. Back at Lotus Pier his things had to stay within the small building given for his use. Nothing was allowed to remain out where Madam Yu might see it. If you didn’t know he lived there the only way you’d know is if you saw him walking the halls.

“Wangji,” Lan Xichen drew his attention.

Wei Wuxian busied himself taking scrolls and books and placing them amongst Lan Wangji’s. He noticed a second desk had already been placed within the room and he grinned. He set his scribbles and writing utensils there.

“We need to explain to Master Wei the situation,” Lan Xichen said softly, not wanting to disturb the other man’s actions. It broke the older Lan brother’s heart to see him happy to be given the right to place his things within his own home.

Lan Wangji’s gaze never left Wei Wuxian has he flitted between the two rooms. He saw him hesitate when he grabbed a small wooden box before he placed it on a shelf beside his bed. What was in there? Next he unwrapped the black flute he’d seen earlier. He didn’t know Wei Wuxian could play the flute. Perhaps he’d let him hear him play later?

“Wangji?” Xichen called him again. “He has a right to know.”

“Mmn.” His brother was right.  “Wei Ying. Come sit.”

Pausing, his hands hovering over the final trunk – Lan Wangji and Xichen both hoped that one had clothes in it – Wei Wuxian turned to them.

“What’s going on?”

“Master Wei-“

“Wuxian,” he interrupted.

“Huh?” Lan Xichen hesitated.

“We are to be brothers-in-law. Just call me Wuxian,” Wei Wuxian explained as he moved to Lan Wangji’s side and sat beside him, closer than he probably needed to.

Lan Xichen smiled. “Wuxian, you know we were the ones that proposed the marriage, correct?”

“Yes.”

“Do you know why?”

“Honestly, not a clue. I figure it had something to do with sect alliances or maybe,” his gaze slid to Lan Wangji.

“I wanted it,” Lan Wangji answered Wei Wuxian’s unspoken words.

“To be precise we were happy to wait for your relationship to continue more naturally but,” Lan Xichen drifted off.

“What?”

“We heard about how you were being treated by Madam Yu within Lotus Pier and there was no way we could allow you to stay there,” Lan Xichen explained. “Not since you mean so much to Wangji.”

Wei Wuxian was stunned. They proposed marriage because of rumors? But, wasn’t one of the Gusu Lan Sect rules to not gossip and listen to rumors? And what did Lan Xichen mean by allow their relationship to continue naturally?

Considering he hadn’t even noticed he and Lan Wangji were courting this last year, how long would’ve it taken for them to progress?

It was nice to hear he meant so much to Lan Wangji though.

“Uncle was also extremely upset to hear about a member of our clan being treated in such a way.”

“Huh?” Wei Wuxian frowned at that. “Um, I get that Lan Zhan told you he likes me,” heavens that was still so strange to say, “but we aren’t married yet so I’m not a member of your clan yet. Why would Lan Qiren be so upset?”

Lan Xichen looked at him with a baffled expression.

“I told you, he doesn’t know.”

“But, I figured he might have an idea.”

“None.”

“What are you two talking about?” Wei Wuxian demanded.

“Wuxian, how many times have you copied our rules?” Lan Xichen asked.

“A few,” he answered.

“With that knowledge, do you not find what happened at the ice cave as significant for you and Wangji?”

The ice cave?

Wei Wuxian scrunched his face up as he tapped his finger to his chin. He recalled it happened after he and Lan Zhan were punished together. Lan Xichen had given him permission to use the cold spring to help him heal, and he’d found Lan Zhan there. While joking around with the other one, Wei Wuxian had slipped and fallen into a cave. Lan Zhan followed him.

To leave they needed to get passed a table with a qupin on it. As no one but a Lan could approach that side of the cave, Lan Wagnji had wrapped his forehead ribbon around both their wrists and they bowed… three times.

“What! But, that’s…. no way? We were married then?”

“Mmn,” was the single syllable response.

“Do you recall seeing Lan Yi at that time?” Lan Xichen asked.

Wei Wuxian nodded.

“She observed you both and gave her blessing. Both Uncle and I have confirmed this. In the eyes on the Lan, you and Wangji are already married. When Wangji informed us of what happened within the cave after you left us, well we were certainly shocked.”

Wei Wuxian bet they were! He was shocked. He’d never thought that that small thing would lead to him already being married to Lan Zhan!

“Wangji insisted to not tell you and allow things to remain as they were, but then I heard what was happening at Lotus Pier and,” Lan Xichen sighed, “I couldn’t be still. For Wangji’s sake and yours I decided to have you come here under the guise of an engagement.”

“We’re married?” Wei Wuxian mumbled.

“Wuxian?”

“Ying?” Lan Wangji reached for him.

Wei Wuxian spun around and grabbed Lan Wangji’s arms. “Why didn’t you tell me! You never once mentioned it in the letters or during night hunts! How could you keep this from me?”

“Sorry,” Lan Wangji whispered. “I didn’t know how to tell you. And I thought-“

“He assumed you didn’t feel the same,” Lan Xichen explained.

“Huh?” Wei Wuxian wanted to protest but stopped. Yeah, looking back over the last year he could see how Lan Wangji would think that. He hadn’t even realized what they’d done. “Fine. I’m in the wrong,” he admitted.

“No!” Lan Wangji protested. “Wei Ying has done nothing wrong. I did it. I,” he hesitated.

“You what?” Wei Wuxian looked at Lan Wangji, still holding onto his arms.

“I wanted Wei Ying to be mine. I took advantage.”

And that was his cue to leave. Lan Xichen got up and left the two along.

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian smiled as he scooted closer to the other man, “When did you start liking me?”

“Not sure,” he admitted.

Laughing, he slid into Lan Wangji’s lap. Easily the other man’s arms wrapped around his waist as Wei Wuian’s arms went around Lan Wagnji’s neck.

“Lan Wangji. Lan Zhan. Hunguan-Jun. Do you know that according to my Shijie I’ve liked you since studying here? All I’ve done is talk about you since I went back to Lotus Pier. I only think about when I get to see you next at a night hunt or sect conferences. If you’d told me I could’ve been here with you sooner.”

“Wei Ying, I… you,” he was stumbling over his words.

Pressing close Wei Wuxian pressed his lips to Lan Wangji’s headband. “Zhan, do we have to sleep separately?”

“Shameless!” Lan Wangji gaped.

Wei Wuxian laughed. “Does that mean I can slip into your bed tonight?”

“Wei Ying,” his voice held a warning.

“Hmm,” Wei Wuxian’s fingers were playing with his headband. “If you don’t answer me clearly I’ll do it. But, if you don’t want me to,” Wei Wuxian acted as if he was going to get off of Lan Wangji’s lap. He found he couldn’t. The second jade of Lan’s arm strength was something else entirely. Wei Wuxian was trapped where he’d placed himself.

“I want Wei Ying.”

That was all that needed to be said. Their lips crashed together and Wei Wuxian removed Lan Wangji’s headband.

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Chapter Four
Jealousy and Arrivals

Wei Wuxian smiled as he collected his engagement gift for Lan Wangji from the craftsman in Caiyi town. He could’ve gotten it commissioned in Gusu, but he remembered seeing this shop during their hunt of the water ghouls and he just knew it needed to be this shop that made the sword tassel.

Their engagement ceremony would be held tomorrow. Part of him was a bit irritated to be holding it, since him and Lan Wangji were already married but he understood why it needed to be done. The only ones that knew the truth were Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian, Lan Xichen, and Lan Qiren. No one else knew that they were already husband and husband.

He wondered how the righteous Lan Qiren felt about keeping such a thing secret from the rest of the elders? Surely it grated on him.

Wei Wuxian found a twisted type of happiness from that.

Mounting his sword he flew back to Cloud Recesses. Thanks to the jade amulet Lan Wangji had given him he could come and go as he so wished. Lan Xichen had accompanied him on his first outing to Caiyi town for the commissioning of the gift. Wei Wuxian’s uncle Fengmian had ensured he had an adequate amount of money before he left to purchase a respectable gift.

Arriving home, he found it odd still to think that about Cloud Recesses, Wei Wuxian dismounted his sword and walked thru the gate. He needed to take the gift to Lan Xichen, who said he’d hang onto it for him until the ceremony.

Rounding the corner Wei Wuxian stopped in his tracks. Lan Wangji was standing beneath a tree looking absolutely stunning, expect there was someone else marring the nearly perfect view.

“Hanguan-Jun,” the sect member reached for Lan Wangji’s hand. “Please.”

Quickly Lan Wangji pulled away and moved from the others reach. “Stop it.”

“Why him? If it’s to be a man, I can-“

“You can what?” Wei Wuxian demanded as he stepped forward and pushed the other away from HIS Lan Zhan. Never had he experienced something like this before. He felt both ice cold dread and red hot furry swirling inside of him. “Who are you?”

“Wei Wuxian! This doesn’t concern you.”

This one had guts, he’d give him that, but if he thought Wei Wuxian was backing off after what he’d just seen he was delusional.

“Su Minshan,” Lan Wangji answered. “An outer disciple. He was just leaving.”

“Lan Zh-“

“Hanguan-Jun!” Wei Wuxian corrected sharply. He didn’t even want this man calling his husband by his courtesy name, forget his birth name. “You call him Hanguan-Jun.”

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji reached for him. “Let’s go.”

With one more glare at Su Minshan, Wei Wuxian grasped Lan Wangji’s hand and led him away from the tree. Everything in his brain was screaming. How dare that … that… that hussy! To hit on a married man! Sure the Sect didn’t know, but that was no excuse! They did know his Lan Zhan was HIS! They were publicly engaged! And yet this shrimp of a cultivator dares to-

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wagnji halted their movement, stopping them in front of the Jingshi. “I didn’t accept.”

“I know you didn’t!”

“You’re upset.”

“I’m pissed,” Wei Wuxian corrected. “How dare he! What exactly was he propositioning?”

Lan Wangji closed his eyes for a moment before answering. “To take your place.”

A cruel smile appeared on Wei Wuxian’s face. “I’m going to kill him.”

“No,” Lan Wangji grabbed his man and pulled him into the house. “Killing is forbidden in Cloud Recesses.”

“So I drag him outside the walls.”

“Ying,” he whispered.

The affectionate way his name was spoken stopped him.

“Why are you smiling?” Wei Wuxian demanded.

“You’re jealous.”

Wei Wuxian froze.

Is that what he was experiencing?

Jealousy?

Of that?

“Ying?”

“I … I…” his face was bright red, he could feel it. “Lan Zhan is mine!” He decided to just own it. “Can’t I be upset when someone tries to take what’s mine?”

“No one can take me from Ying.”

Wei Wuxian pouted for a moment longer before giving in and throwing his arms around Lan Wangji and burying his face in his chest.

“What’s this?” Lan Wangji grabbed the box he’d been carrying and dropped.

Panic rose up. “No!” Wei Wuxian snatched the box away and stood up. “This is for later. I need to give it to Xichen!”

“To brother?”

“It’s,” Wei Wuxian puffed out his chest, “It’s my gift for you tomorrow. I’ll go give it to Xichen. Zhan, you stay here.”

Lan Wangji stared after Wei Wuxian as he ran down the path to find Lan Xichen. He couldn’t help but smile softly. His Wei Ying was jealous. That was a good thing. It meant they were making progress.

As for Su Minshan, Lan Wangji frowned. He’d have to speak with his uncle and brother about him. It was well known that Lans only took one partner. The fact a member of their sect, even an outer disciple, would think to undermine a promised relationship was unthinkable.

He also would need to keep Wei Wuxian away from the other man. He honestly didn’t care if Wei Wuxian dealt with Su Minshan, but the elders would have something to say about it. He would not let his Wei Ying end up like his mother, locked away.

Rising from his position on the floor, Lan Wangji followed after Wei Wuxian. Yes he’d been told to stay, but he hadn’t agreed.

“I’m sure he’s going to like it,” he heard his brother saying as he approached the Yanshi. “Wangji.” Lan Xichen closed the small box and slid it into his sleeve swiftly and gracefully never allowing Lan Wangji to see the contents.

“Lan Zhan, I told you stay,” Wei Wuxian pouted.

“Mmn. Brother, we need to talk about Su Minshan.”

Wei Wuxian’s eyes narrowed. “I can just handle it.”

Lan Wangji stepped close to Wei Wuxian and smiled softly at him. “The sect can deal with it. You just need to worry about tomorrow.”

“What has happened?” Lan Qiren asked stepping into the Yanshi.

“This Su Minshan propositioned Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian spat. “He’s lucky to be breathing.”

Lan Qiren and Lan Xichen were genuinely concerned for the flash of cruelty that crossed Wei Wuxian’s eyes.

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji wrapped an arm around Wei Wuxian’s waist.

“I know. I know. But, I don’t like it or him.”

“You saved him from drowning during the water ghoul hunt,” Lan Xichen mentioned.

“Damn it,” Wei Wuxian grumbled. “Wasted effort.”

“Wei Ying.”

“Wei Wuxian, though I do understand your concern with Su Minshan you should remember our Sect’s rules,” Lan Qiren warned.

“Do they allow for stealing another’s spouse?” Wei Wuxian countered.

“They do not,” Lan Xichen interjected. “We will handle Su Minshan. He’ll be warned and punished. If he continues,” he drifted off.

“If he continues I’ll deal with him as any husband would when a thieving cat is sneaking around.”

Lan Qiren sighed heavily. Why did his nephew have to be so in love with Wei Wuxian? As the young cultivator seethed Lan Wangji could only look at him with adoration.

Lan Xichen was practically giddy as he watched his brother fawn over his jealous husband. Yes, Wei Wuxian’s reaction to Su Minshan was rash, but it wasn’t uncalled for. The one place this shouldn’t be happening was Cloud Recesses. He’d have to severely warn the outer disciple against his course of actions. He was no match for Wei Wuxian, and if Lan Wangji thought his partner was being threatened… Lan Xichen would rather not think about that.

His brother was proving to be more and more like their father.

A chime sounded and Lan Xichen smiled. “That would be the guests from the other Sects arriving for tomorrow’s ceremony. Shall we go greet them?”

Together the four headed for the gate.

The first to arrive was the Yunmeng Jiang Sect, Jiang Cheng and Wen Qing entered proudly.

“Cheng Cheng!” Wei Wuxian greeted his sworn brother. “Wen Qing. Where’s Wen Ning?”

“I-I’m here,” the young man popped out from behind the following personnel.

“I’m glad you made it,” Wei Wuxian said to his family.

“A-Xian.” The next group to arrive was the Lanling Jin Sect. Jiang Yanli, Jin Zixuan, and his entourage entered the gates.

“Shijie,” Wei Wuxian smiled brightly upon seeing her.

The next sect to arrive was the Qinghe Nie sect, which was the only sect whose leader made the trip. That wasn’t too surprising considering the close relationship between Nie Mingjue and Lan Xichen. Following close behind was Nie Huaisang, the sect leader’s younger brother and a close friend of Wei Wuxian and Jiange Cheng.

Finally, the last to arrive was the Qishan Wen Sect. Wen Chao and his bodyguard Wen Zhuliu gave their greetings.

Wen Chao’s eyes lingered on Wei Wuxian making Lan Wangji glare. As far as he knew besides their brief interactions during conferences and competitions Wei Wuxian had no relationship with We Chao. So, why was he looking at his Wei Wuxian like that?

The guests were directed to where they would be staying, while Wei Wuxian took off with Jiang Cheng, Nie Huaisang and Wen Ning.

“How are you doing Second Master Lan?” Jiang Yanli asked as she walked alongside them with Wen Qing. “Are you still getting along with A-Xian.”

“I am.”

Jiang Yanli laughed softly.

Lan Wangji caught sight of his brother and Nie Mingjue heading away from the group. He noticed one of the Qinghe Nie sect members watched them go with a weird expression.

“Who?” Lan Wangji indicated the unknown man.

The others followed his line of sight.

“That’s Meng Yao,” Jin Zixuan explained, his voice tense.

“Zixuan,” Jiang Yanli set her hand on his arm.

Lan Wangji wasn’t interested in whatever was causing the heir to the Jin Clan concern. He did not like how this Meng Yao looked after his brother though.

“Can you believe this marriage?” Wen Chao’s voice reached the group drawing Lan Wangji’s attention from the unnerving Meng Yao.

“Excuse me?” Jiang Yanli glared at the second master of the Wen Clan. Usually she was a soft and bright woman, but in this moment she very much resembled her mother. “Do you have a problem?”

“Huh? Of course. What is this anyways? A marriage between the Lan and Jiang clans? Between two men? Obviously it’s for some ridiculous truce or something. No heirs can come about, so it’s a farce.”

“Wen Chao!” Wen Qing’s voice was hard. “I highly suggest you watch your words! Or have you forgotten Sect Leader’s words? You must foster good relations with the other sects!”

“Isn’t that why he allowed you to marry into that lower sect?”

Wen Qing’s eyes narrowed. “I married Jiang Cheng because I love him! The Yunmeng Jiang Sect is one of the five great sects along with the Wens! And Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji are marrying for the same reason!”

“Absurd.”

“No,” Lan Wangji answered. “I love Wei Ying.”

The flash of hostility that appeared in Wen Chao’s eyes was unsettling. Wen Zhuliu stepped beside him.

“Lan Zhan?”

All turned to see Wei Wuxian and that others having returned.

“What’s going on Lan Zhan? Shijie?”

“Qing, are you okay?” Jiang Cheng moved to is wife’s side.

“Sister?” Wen Ning seemed worried.

“This is ridiculous,” Wen Chao cursed before leaving.

“Why was he sent?” Wen Qing sighed. “I’m sorry Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian for my cousin’s inappropriate behavior.”

“It’s not your fault Wen Qing,” Wei Wuxian smiled at his sister-in-law. “But, what happened?”

“He’s rude,” Jin Zixuan spat. “How could he say this engagement is a farce?”

“What?” Wei Wuxian paled before his eyes narrowed. “Fucking bastard.”

Lan Wangji grabbed Wei Wuxian’s hand, stopping him from following after the Wen group.

“His opinion won’t change the truth,” Lan Wangji said, hoping to calm Wei Wuxian, and himself. Wen Chao’s words had truly angered him.

“Are you stopping me because of your Sect’s rules again? Or because you want to deal with him?”

Lan Wangji just stared at Wei Wuxian.

“Well I can do something,” Jiang Cheng said. “Fucking bastard, how dare he insult Wei Wuxian and the Jiang Clan.”

“Cheng,” Wen Qing stopped him. “We aren’t in Yunmeng. We must respect the rules of Cloud Recesses.”

“Then I’ll drag him outside the walls.”

“I’ll help,” Wei Wuxian chimed in.

“A-Cheng, A-Xian.” The two froze at their sister’s tone. “We should head for our rooms. A-Xian you and Lan Wangji especially have to prepare for tomorrow. Leave Wen Chao be. He’s powerless with his words alone. Sect Leader Wen has declared his intentions clearly.”

No one knew why, but two years ago – around the time Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng came to study at Cloud Recesses – Wen Ruohan announced a desire to foster stronger connections between the five great sects. It was such a vast difference from how the proud and over bearing Qishan Wen Sect had acted until then that many were suspicious of his intentions. Two years later though, and his declaration seemed to be genuine.

“Surely Wen Chao will be punished upon his father learning of his words here. Wen Zhuliu is loyal and will not allow Wen Chao to act against the Sect Leader’s will,” Jiang Yanli asserted.

“She’s right,” Wen Qing agreed. “Now, Wei Wuxian, where are you staying? We have things to give you for tomorrow.”

“Um…” Wei Wuxian blushed and grinned as he wrapped his arms around Lan Wangji’s arm, “I’m staying with Lan Zhan in the Jingshi.”

Jiang Cheng’s face went red with anger. “WHAT?!”

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Chapter Five
Engagement Ceremony

Wei Wuxian was still laughing as he got ready for bed. The look on everyone’s faces when he’d announced Lan Wangji and he were already living under the same roof was great! Jiang Cheng’s was the best. You’d think he’d declared he was leaving cultivating and becoming a monk!

“Ying, time for bed.”

Lan Wangji walked over to the giggling man sitting at the table. They’d been fielding questions all evening thanks to Wei Wuxian’s confession. Lan Xichen had tried to smooth things over with Jiang Cheng, but in the end the Sect heir was beyond calming. Even Wen Qing was having no luck.

At one point he threatened to take Wei Wuxian back to Lotus Pier. Jiang Cheng even demanded that Wei Wuxian stay with him and his wife for the duration of their stay.

It was Sect Leader Nie that got him to finally shut up.

Wei Wuxian had gotten to explain he slept in a separate room within the same house. A lie that only Lan Wagnji knew of, but just this once was he going to ignore it. He didn’t want the aggravation to continue and he would not allow Wei Wuxian to sleep somewhere else.

“Zhan,” Wei Wuxian crawled into his arms and allowed himself to be carried to their bed, “Can I tell Shijie and Cheng-cheng about our marriage?”

“If you want.” There was no reason he couldn’t. Honestly Lan Wangji wanted to make it public as well. It was his brother and uncle that were demanding for this formal procedure.

“I just think Cheng-cheng would be more understanding if he knew.”

Lan Wangji highly doubted that. If anything something told Lan Wangji the news would only infuriate the other more.

“Plus I don’t like them not knowing. Xichen knows, Cheng-cheng and Shijie should know.”

“Mmn.” He understood what it was Wei Wuxian meant. Having no direct family of his own, the Jiang clan were the closest thing he had. It made sense he wanted the people he was closest with to know such a big part of his life.

“I’ll tell them tomorrow, after the ceremony. Privately.”

“Sleep,” Lan Wangji kissed Wei Wuxian’s brow as they lay next to each other.

Wei Wuxian slid closer, his hand finding its way into the folds of his garments. “Are we really going straight to bed?” He moved so his mouth was pressing close to Lan Wangji’s ear, “Zhan-er-gege.”

“Wei Ying,” he warned.

Wei Wuxian wrapped a leg around Lan Wangji’s waist, pushing even closer and aligning their bodies.

“Lan Zhan.”

As always, Lan Wangji lost to the temptation that was Wei Wuxian. Not that he fought all that hard to resist.

XxXxX

The morning came too early, but soon Lan Wangji was waking Wei Wuxian up and getting him in the bath. Jiang Yanli and Wen Qing would be coming to collect their brother promptly. The steps for the ceremony would start in a few hours, including both grooms getting ready.

As neither of them had a mother or really a father to help them thru this day, it was decided Jiang Yanli would act in Wei Wuxian’s mom’s place and Jiang Cheng in place of Jiang Fengmian as the “father” figure. Why the Yunmeng Jiang Sect leader didn’t attend himself was barely acknowledged last night when asked.

“My mother,” was all Jiang Cheng would say.

Lan Wangji figured. The woman wouldn’t let Wei Wuxian have even this. Then again, it was probably for the best. Having Jiang Fengmian stand in for Wei Wuxian’s father would only spark more rumors. Better to let his sworn brother do it.

In his own case, Lan Wangji’s brother and uncle were to stand in for his parents. He’d hoped his father would come out of his isolation, but it wasn’t surprising that he didn’t.

“Second Master Lan? Is A-xian awake?” Jiang Yanli asked knocking softly on the door.

“Coming Shijie,” Wei Wuxian announced. “See you soon Zhan,” he whispered before kissing his husband.

Lan Wangji deepened the embrace not wanting to let him go.

Wei Wuxian smiled as they parted and quickly headed out to his sisters.

“A-Cheng is waiting for us,” Jiang Yanli said.

“Has he calmed down?”

“No, but he’s willing to behave,” Wen Qing sighed. “You should’ve informed us ahead of time what your living situation was. Then he’d have a few weeks to accept it.”

“Knowing A-Cheng he’d have flown here as soon as he got that letter and demanded to fight Second Master Lan,” Jiang Yanli admitted with a heavy sigh.

“True,” Wen Qing agreed.

“There’s nothing wrong with Lan Zhan and me sharing a house,” Wei Wuxian complained.

“The hell there isn’t!” Jiang Cheng grumbled having come up the path to meet them and hearing their conversation. “You aren’t even married yet! There’s everything wrong with you two living under the same roof.”

Wei Wuxian glared at his sworn brother. Maybe he should tell them before the ceremony?

“Cheng-cheng I love Lan Zhan. Do not start trouble with him.”

Jiang Cheng opened his mouth a few times before huffing and turning around. “Let’s go. You need to get ready.”

As they walked down the path they passed Lan Xichen and Lan Qiren.

“Good morning,” they greeted.

“Wuxian, here,” Lan Xichen handed over his betrothal gift for Lan Wangji.

“Thank you, Xichen.”

“Do not be late,” Lan Qiren warned.

“Of course not.”

“Here, I’ll take that,” Jiang Yanli said taking hold of the box. “We should get moving.”

Back at Jiang Cheng and Wen Qing’s rooms Wen Wuxian got dressed in the new robes provided for him. They weren’t too different from his usual black and red robes, except the outer robe was more intricate than what he’d usually wear with longer sleeves.

“Your wedding robes will be even grander,” Jiang Yanli assured him.

Oh, if only she knew his true wedding was preformed while he was soaking wet in the Gusu Lan Sect visiting disciple robes. What would she think that he’d been so informal for such a momentous occasion? Especially considering how gorgeous her gown had been for her wedding to the peacock.

“I’m fine with a simple red robe,” Wei Wuxian admitted.

“Nonsense,” Jiang Cheng, “Just because you’re marrying that ice block doesn’t mean you won’t be dressed right! Elder sister has already started ordering your outfit.”

“Shijie?”

She smiled at him thru the mirror as she brushed his hair carefully. “A-xian deserves to feel special.”

“Thank you,” he whispered. His eyes met Jiang Cheng’s thru the mirror. “Lan Zhan isn’t an ice block.”

Jiang Cheng scoffed but said nothing as he was handed the comb and took over combing Wei Wuxian’s hair.

XxXxX

The hall used for the engagement ceremony was decorate with red, gold and peach and soft greens, hinting at longevity and fortune but not as complex as what it would look when the wedding is held.

Lan Wangji entered, his robes a soft blue. Behind him walked Lan Xichen and three other members of the Lan clan.

Next to enter was Wei Wuxian. There was much talk about how he should enter, but since Wei Wuxian was marring into the Lan Clan it was decided he’d follow the steps of the bride to be, so he walked in backwards with Jiang Yanli guiding him.

Reaching the front she spun him three times before stepping aside and presenting Wei Wuxian to Lan Wangji.

The two smiled at each other as they knelt. The two families presented their gifts for the couple and then it was finally the couples’ turn.

Wei Wuxian anxiously handed over the box he’d been trying to keep from Lan Wangji since yesterday. At the same time, Lan Zhan handed over his own gift.

The sword tassel Wei Wuxian commissioned as a near identical match to the one on Suibian, except it used nearly white jade and the finest white silk and silver thread. Lan Zhan also noticed the small jade comb within the box. He touched each of them gently.

Picking up the tassel he immediately attached it to Bichen. He couldn’t help but feeling pleased to know they matched in such a way.

Wei Wuxian’s breath caught in his chest as he opened the box handed to him. A wooden comb covered in a beautiful red lacquer sat wrapped in a red ribbon. On the ribbon was embroidered the Lan Clan’s floating clouds crest. There was also a hair pin that matched the comb, a cloud at the tip.

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian sighed. “Thank you.”

He’d never been allowed to wearing the Jaing clan’s symbols aside from the bell. To have not one but two things he could wear that symbolized his joining the Lan Clan, not the Gusu Lan Sect, but the Lan Clan meant more than Wei Wuxian could describe. Tears pooled in his eyes as he unwrapped the ribbon, took down his own hair, and re-wrapped it with the gift. He finished it up be putting the pin in.

“How does it look?” he beamed at Lan Zhan.

“Pefect,” Lan Wangji answered honestly.

What followed was the tea ceremony. Although Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian knew each family member present, they still took the time to serve each person tea and make the introductions necessary. There would be no missteps that someone could use to invalidate this engagement.

Finally, the congregation sat to join the couple in having a meal of noodles and eggs. Wei Wuxian was just happy to have something besides vegetables and roots! Actual noodles and protein was a wonderful treat. Yes, when he and Lan Wangji went out they stopped and ate at inns and restaurants but when they were at Cloud Recesses Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but wonder if his taste buds were going to shrivel up and die.

“A-xian,” Jiang Yanli approached him after the meal was done. “I am sorry Father and Mother couldn’t come.”

“It’s okay Shijie. You and Cheng-cheng are here, that’s what matters.”

“That’s right,” Jiang Cheng set his arm on Wei Wuxian’s shoulder.

“And we always will be,” she assured them. “The three of us, even though we’ve gone to new homes we’ll always be here for each other.”

“Yes.” Wei Wuxian agreed.

“Of course.” Jiang Cheng nodded.

“Wei-xiong,” Wen Ning walked over, Nie Huasiang next to him. “C-congratulations.”

“Yes, congrationals Wei Wuxian. Though,” Nie Husasiang opened his fan and looked at him over the top of it, “It would’ve been nice of you to tell me about this engagement yourself. Instead I had to hear about it from my brother after a visit with second brother.”

“Sorry Nie Huasiang. I got a bit caught up in everything,” Wei Wuxian smiled apologetically.

“It’s fine. Wen Ning also mentioned it in a letter.”

Wei Wuxian blinked. “You two exchange letters?”

“W-we do,” Wen Ning nodded.

“Wen-xiong is very intelligent and versed in poetry. I enjoy our missives.”

Wen Ning blushed and looked down.

Was Wen Ning the other lovesick idiot Wen Qing was talking about?

Wei Wuxian glanced to Nie Huasiang and noted the fondness in his eyes as he looked at the shy other man.

Well, now that he knew Wei Wuxian had to do something about this! He completely approved his two friends being together. Besides, like Lan Zhan and him, neither were heirs to their sect so there was no issues about lineage!

“Wen Wuxian,” Wen Qing appeared and pinched his arm. “Don’t even think about it.”

“But!”

“No!” she warned. “Leave them be.”

Jiang Yanli laughed while the others present in the small group stared confused.

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan called him and Wei Wuxian quickly went to his side. “It’s time to announce the wedding date.”

“Right.”

“Announce?” Wen Chao sneered, “You mean you’ve already chosen a date?”

“Though not traditional, the date has already been decided upon in agreement with Sect Leader Jiang Fengmian,” Lan Qiren explained. He quickly said the agreed upon date. Wei Wuxian felt his heart skip a beat as he recalled it would be their second year anniversary.

Wait, he’d missed their first! Their anniversary was two months ago!

What had he been doing that day?

“We had dinner,” Lan Zhan whispered to him.

“We did?” Wei Wuxian frowned.

“After a night hunt.”

Wei Wuxian beamed at his Lan Zhan. Of course the ever stoic man would arrange for them to meet up and find a way to commemorate their anniversary even when Wei Wuxian knew nothing about it. Seriously, why was this man so amazing?

Silently, Wei Wuxian made a point to make up for it on Lan Wangji’s birthday. His own birthday would arrive first.

“With Lan Wangji marrying a man, when will Lan Xichen take a bride? Maybe someone from the Wen clan?” Wen Chao jibed.

At Second Master Wen’s words Nie Mingjue became angry. “If you knew anything Wen Chao you would know a Lan only takes one partner and will only marry their fated person.”

“What’s it to you?” Wen Chao continued to taunt.

“Enough,” Lan Xichen interrupted, stepping between the two men. “It’s okay Mingjue.”

“Huan.”

Yeah, that was one relationship that was a painful open secret. As one was a current clan leader, and the other a future clan leader there was no way for Lan Xichen and Nie Mingjue to take their dedication beyond that of sworn brothers and close friends.

Lan Xichen met Wen Chao’s arrogant eyes. “I appreciate your concern for the Lan clan’s future, but I assure you, there is nothing to worry about.”

Wei Wuxian was confused by that. How could there being no heirs in the future be nothing to worry about? Did he mean he’d take in an heir from a branch family? That was an option, and considering the Lan clan’s odd romantic nature about such things the most likely to happen.

“If you say so,” Wen Chao laughed. His gaze slid to Wei Wuxian. “It’s not like the son of a servant can give birth to the next generation.”

“Young Master Chao,” Wen Zhuliu stepped forward. “You’ve had too much to drink. Let’s retire.”

“That’s a good idea,” Lan Qiren agreed. The old man was watching the other guests carefully. He’d noticed the immediate hostility that arose from those of the Jiang Family, Wei Wuxian, and his own nephew at Wen Chao’s remarks. What was that boy thinking by bringing up the line of succession?

Honestly, Lan Qiren wasn’t even worried about the next generation. He watched as Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian were surrounded by others and noted the closeness between them. No matter what he thought of Cangse Sanren and Wei Changze’s son, he was a strong cultivator. If it was him and Lan Wangji then surely they could create that miracle only seen rarely within their world.

A child born purely of dual cultivation regardless of the parents’ sex.

Lan Qiren looked to Wen Qing. The woman was a medical genius. If his hope was to be realized, he would need her help when things progressed. For now, he would watch and lead his nephew-in-law down the right path.

XxXxX

“Okay Wei Wuxian, what is it that you wanted to tell us that you needed to take us away from everyone else?” Jiang Cheng demanded.

Wei Wuxian paced back and forth in the Yanshi. He’d asked Lan Xichen to use the space so he could have a private conversation with his siblings and he’d agreed.

“A-xian? Are you okay? Is everything okay?”

“I swear if Lan Wangji has done something to you I’m going to break his legs!”

“Lan Zhan hasn’t done anything,” Wei Wuxian said quickly, “Well technically he has, but nothing bad!”

Jiang Yanli grabbed Wei Wuxian’s hands, halting his pacing. “Just tell us A-xian. What is it?”

“Shijie. Cheng-cheng. This engagement isn’t real.”

“What?” Jiang Yanli gasped.

“Forget breaking his legs, I’m going to kill him!”

“No!” Wei Wuxian grabbed Jiang Cheng. “It’s not real because we’re already married!”

Jiang Cheng froze. He might as have turned to stone with Wei Wuxian’s words.

“Explain,” Jiang Yanli ordered, her voice hard.

Wei Wuxian quickly recounted what happened during their time studying at Cloud Recesses and how he and Lan Zhan had accidently been married.

“Accidently?” Jiang Yanli frowned.

“That bastard!” Jiang Cheng fumed. “He knew what he was doing and left you alone for an entire year never once saying anything! He kept your relationship vague as well.”

“Lan Zhan just,” Wei Wuxian wasn’t sure how to justify Lan Wangji’s actions. “He didn’t think I felt the same and he soon realized I didn’t know what happened. He intended to just let things be.”

“Let things be?” Jiang Yanli was not happy. “And what would’ve happened if you met someone else? Would he have come clean if you’d sought marriage with another? Or would he have allowed you to be a bigamist?”

“I could never love someone else,” Wei Wuxian defended.

Jiang Yanli sighed. “A-Xian, I know how you feel for Lan Wangji, but human hearts aren’t always stationary. At least he was trying to win you over, even if you didn’t realize it.”

“You’re forgiving this?” Jiang Cheng gaped.

“We have no choice. What’s done is done A-Cheng. I’m guessing the wedding date announced is your anniversary?”

Wei Wuxian nodded.

His sister sighed heavily. “Then that’s that.”

“Sister!”

“A-Cheng, I’m not happy about this either. I didn’t get to see the moment my dear brother married, but I will be here when he announces it to the world and makes it public. And, I guess it makes sense why they’re sharing a house now.”

Jiang Cheng did not look convinced, still he relented.

“You can’t tell anyone. Even Uncle Fengmian and Madam Yu.”

“What about Qing?” Jiang Cheng asked. He didn’t like keeping things from his wife. He’d seen what withholding information did to a relationship. He didn’t want to end up like his parents.

“You can tell her,” Wei Wuxian relented, knowing how his brother thought. “And if Shijie wishes you can tell Jin Zixuan.”

“Thank you A-Xian for telling us. Who else knows?”

“Just Lan Xichen and Lan Qiren.”

“I see. Then we shall guard your secret,” Jiang Yanli promised.

“You can count on us,” Jiang Cheng put his arm over Wei Wuxian’s shoulders. “I’m still going to have a few words with my brother-in-law.”

“A-Cheng,” Jiang Yanli warned teasingly.

The three laughed. Wei Wuxian was happy to have told his siblings. Now, he could focus on his life with Lan Zhan without feeling like he was lying to those closest to him.

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Chapter Six
Night Hunt and Fateful Encounter

Wei Wuxian cut down another corpse as he made his way through the forest. He could hear Lan Wangji’s qupin and was making his way toward him. Thanks to the sudden hoard of corpses that appeared within the forest they’d been separated. Ignorant villagers created an unmarked mass burial site deep in the woods and didn’t tell them about!

A flash of a sword aura had Wei Wuxian hesitating before hurrying forward. That was not Bichen.

“Lan Zhan!” he called out, his own sword flashing in front of him as he cut down another corpse. At the same time he leapt over a fallen tree. “Lan Zhan!”

A strum of the qupin reached him and Wei Wuxian calmed down. Now multiple sword auras could be seen in the direction he was running. One of them was Bichen. The other two Wei Wuxian didn’t recognize, but he could tell they weren’t fighting each other.

Finally arriving where his husband was Wei Wuxian broke through the line of walking corpses and came to stand behind Lan Wangji.

“Miss me?” he joked.

“Mm.”

The other two cultivators, one in flowing white and the other in black and grey, that had appeared spared him a quick glance before they continued to fight off the wave of corpses.

Wei Wuxian sheathed Suibian and reached for his flute, Chenqing. Lan Wangji instantly recognized the song, eradication, and played along with him. As they played the other two unknown cultivators dealt with the closer corpses.

Soon the music imbued with spiritual energy spread out and corpses began to fall. Those that didn’t were cut down. As the final corpse returned to being just an empty shell Wei Wuxian walked over to one of them and flipped it over.

“The villagers weren’t entirely honest with us,” Wei Wuxian said. “I found what looks like a mass grave just up ahead. Seems the corpses came from there.”

“Cleanse it,” Lan Wangji instructed.

Wei Wuxian nodded. “I agree. But,” he looked to the striking pair standing close together, “Can I ask for your names?”

“Xiao Xingchen,” the one in white bowed to him.

“Song Lan,” the one wearing black mirrored his partner.

“Wei Wuxian,” he pointed to himself. “Thank you for helping my fiancé Lan Wangji.”

Xiao Xinghchen looked between them obviously a bit startled. “Fiancé?”

“Yes,” Wei Wuxian nodded. “Intended. Future spouse. Lover?” Did this person not know what a fiancé was?

“Sorry, I just didn’t realize the secular world was accepting of such things.” Xiao Xingchen’s gaze slid to Song Lan.

“I guess it depends on the person,” Wei Wuxian shrugged. “Our clans approve, that’s all that matters. Are you two?”

“Cultivation partners,” Song Lan answered quickly, his hand grabbing Xiao Xicheng’s.

Wei Wuxian beamed. “I see. What clans are you from?”

“I’m from Baixue temple,” Song Lan answered.

“I’ve recently left my master, and that’s when I met Song Lan,” Xiao Xicheng explained. “I do not belong to any sect.”

“Oh? Who’s your master then?” Wei Wuxian asked. At this point they’d all started walking in the direction of the burial pit he’d discovered.

“Baoshan Sanren.”

Wei Wuxian tripped over his own feet hearing that name.

“Wei Ying!” Lan Wangji caught him. “Are you okay? Baoshan…”

“I’m fine,” Wei Wuxian smiled reassuringly.

“Is there something wrong?” Song Lan frowned.

“No!” Wei Wuxian quickly shook his head. “Just wasn’t expecting to hear of my mother’s master here. So, you also studied with Baoshan Sanren? Did you know my mom? Cangsen?”

Xiao Xingchen looked surprised and then sad. “No. She left before Master took me in.”

“That’s fine,” Wei Wuxian’s smile faded just the smallest bit, but only Lan Wangji noticed. “It would’ve been nice to hear about her from someone that studied under the same teacher.”

“I have heard of her, I was hoping to find her during my travels. Where is she?”

Wei Wuxian’s smile fell completely. He felt Lan Wangji’s grasp tighten on his shoulders. “Her and my father died, some years ago, during a night hunt.”

“I,” Xiao Xingchen paused, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. I barely remember them and I wasn’t there when it happened. But, it seems you’re my martial-uncle. Good to meet you, Xiao Xingchen! And, are you my martial-uncle in-law?”

Song Lan coughed, “Not yet.”

Wei Wuxian laughed.

They arrived at the burial pit and the conversation died down in favor of We Wuxian and Lan Wangji playing their instruments to suppress the evil in the air. While the two played Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen stood guard, weapons drawn. New corpses could arise, or ones they hadn’t dealt with may return.

Thankfully no such thing happened and the two managed to quell the evil.

“We should give them a proper burial and inform the villagers to not use this site anymore,” Wei Wuxian said standing and brushing dirt from his clothes.

“Mmn.”

Lan Wangji released a flare to summon other members of the sect to them.

Wei Wuxian chatted with Xiao Xingchen as they waited. Lan Wangji and Song Lan seemed happy to stand beside their respective partners in silence.

“We’re actually searching for a murder,” Xiao Xingchen explained in response to Wei Wuxian’s questions in how they came to this forest. “I fear he may have been the one to disturb this grave.”

“Oh? Who?”

“His name is Xue Yang. He nearly wiped out the Yueyang Chang clan. We were approached by the surviving clan leader to help track him down and bring him in.”

“Lan Zhan, lets help them!” Wei Wuxian instantly volunteered. “We don’t need to go right back to Gusu, right?”

“Mmn.” Anything for Wei Wuxian. If he wanted to help is marital uncle then Lan Wangji would go with him.

“We couldn’t bother you,” Xiao Xingchen tried to back pedal.

“No bother. Can’t leave someone like that running around. Allow us to help,” Wei Wuxian urged.

“Okay. Thank you.”

The Gusu Lan sect members arrived and as a group they got to work on cleaning up the corpses and giving them proper burials this time.

XxXxX

“Two jars of wine please!” Wei Wuxian ordered as the four of them sat at a table at the inn back at the village.

“Wei Ying, food as well,” Lan Wangji said even though he reached for his money pouch and paid for the ordered wine.

“Of course. Real food!”

Lan Wangji didn’t rise to the provocation.

“I’m sure Song Lan would like the food at Cloud Recesses, being from a temple yourself.”

“Is it that plain?” Xiao Xingchen asked.

“It’s awful,” Wei Wuxian pouted. “Though sometimes my Lan Zhan gets me food from Gusu, but it sucks I can’t drink at home.”

“Rules are rules.”

“I know,” Wei Wuxian sighed. “And I’ve been following them, for the most part,” he grinned.

“Wei Ying.”

“Ah come on Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian slid closer to Lan Wangji, “You’re also breaking a rule. What about those rabbits you’re keeping in the back mountain?”

“A gift from Wei Ying.”

“You’re so cute!” Wei Wuxian hugged his fiancé, unable to take Lan Wangji’s cuteness. The fact he’d kept and cared from the bunnies he’d given to him on a whim was adorable! Wait, now that he thought about it, didn’t he give Lan Wangji those rabbits right after they were married? Did that mean they were his first marriage gifts?

As Wei Wuxian panicked over the meaning behind the rabbits in Cloud Recesses Lan Wangji ordered their meals after the others placed their order. He made sure to request several spicy dishes for his distracted partner.

They ate and chatted, though Lan Wangji remained silent. He’d learned to not expect Wei Wuxian to observe the rule of no talking while eating during their time outside of Cloud Recesses. Actually, the only time he listened to that rule was when they were eating with the rest of the clan during banquets.

“Since you’re to be married I assume you’re cultivation partners as well,” Song Lan said.

“Yep,” Wei Wuxian beamed, his arm linking with Lan Wangji’s.

Song Lan’s gaze slid between the two of them. “Forgive me for asking, but what position does Hanguan-Jun hold with the Gusu Lan Sect? The others seemed to hold you in high regard.”

“Second young master,” Wei Wuxian answered. “His elder brother is the heir.”

“Oh, then I guess that makes sense why they accept your relationship. Your brother will be responsible for an heir,” Song Lan didn’t sound malicious with his words, still they unknowingly hit a sore spot.

Wei Wuxian looked to Lan Wangji who seemed tense.

“I don’t understand why the sects focus so much on bloodline. We want to create a sect together, one that doesn’t emphasize such things,” Xiao Xingchen said.

“I’m sure the next generation of the Lan Clan will be addressed when the time comes,” Wei Wuxian said, more for Lan Wangji than for them.

“You two aren’t planning to try and dual cultivate a child, are you? It’s obvious you both are truly skilled, but I wouldn’t expect it to work for several years at your current levels.”

“Lan Zhan and I are both men,” Wei Wuxian frowned. “How could we have a kid?”

Xiao Xingchen took a sip of his tea before continuing, “It’s entirely possible for two people of the same sex, if they’re both strong enough in cultivation, and dual cultivate together for one of them to become with child. The process is dangerous though, as the child’s growth is dependent on both parents’ spiritual power during development, plus the child would need to be cut out of a male parent.”

“Fairy tales,” Lan Wangji said dismissively.

Song Lan laughed. “Yeah, I thought so to, but,” he looked to his partner.

“According to my master it is possible. She herself has overseen the birth of one such child.”

“Really?” Wei Wuxian was fully intrigued.

“Yes. Though I myself have not met this couple or their child. I do not believe my master would lie to me.”

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian looked to his husband, “That means Xichen and Chiefeng-zun could-“

“We don’t know if they could,” Lan Wangji interrupted. “I don’t want to get my brother’s hopes up.”

Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen exchanged looks. Obviously the situation within their sect was more complicated than rumors they’d heard during their travels could ever hope to understand. Still, it wasn’t their place to intercede. The fact Wei Wuxian had thought of someone else upon learning of the Dual Cultivation method meant he wasn’t even considering it as an option for them.

“Wait, Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian’s panicked voice drew the pair in time to see Lan Wangji take a drink from Wei Wuxian’s cup. “Lan Zhan? Hanguan-Jun?” Wei Wuxian waved his hand in front of the other man’s face. “Lan Zhan?”

The pair watched in shock as Lan Wangji’s eyes closed and he fell sideways, leaning on Wei Wuxian.

“Still a lightweight,” the smaller man sighed heavily. “Excuse me,” Wei Wuxian got the attention of a passing waiter, “Is our room ready?”

“Yes. Right this way.”

“Need some help?” Song Lan asked seeing Wei Wuxian struggling to get Lan Wangji up.

“Um.” Wei Wuxian frowned. He didn’t like the idea of someone else touching Lan Wangji in his current state.

“I’ll just place him on your back,” Song Lan assured him.

“Ok.”

After the assistance, Wei Wuxian got Lan Wangji upstairs and into bed. Taking off his shoes, he straighten his appearance a bit before kissing him and leaving to rejoin the others.

XxXxX

Wei Wuxian was having an animated conversation with a Xiao Xingchen about his childhood and his antics at Lotus Pier when a shadow hovered over him. Stopping, Wei Wuxian looked up to see Lan Wangji staring down at him.

“Lan Zhan? You’re up?”

Lan Wangji didn’t say anything as he sat down right behind Wei Wuxian and pulled him into his lap.

“Lan Zhan! What are you doing?” Not that Wei Wuxian didn’t like the attention, but people could see them! “Lan Zhan, let go.”

“No. Mine,” Lan Wangji mumbled, his arms tightening around Wei Wuxian.

“Lan Zhan?” concern had found its way into Wei Wuxian’s voice as he turned to look at the other. “Are you okay?”

“Mine.”

“Are you drunk?”

That’s right, he’d forgotten since it only happened once. Lan Wangji passed out first then became drunk.

“Ok, right, right. I’m yours. And your mine. Happy?” Wei Wuxian asked, his hand reaching up to pat Lan Wangji’s head.

“Mmn,” he sounded pleased, but Wei Wuxian couldn’t tell since Lan Wangji had buried his face in his neck.

“Um, do you need help?” Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen moved closer.

“Go away,” Lan Wangji warned, standing and pulling Wei Wuxian with him.

“Woah!” Wei Wuxian stumbled slightly before righting himself in Lan Wangji’s arms. “I’m fine, thanks you two.”

“Don’t talk to them,” Lan Wangji shifted so he was blocking Wei Wuxian’s gaze.

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian sighed. “Fine. Fine. How about we go back to our room? Okay? Just you and me?”

“Mmn.”

Wei Wuxian took Lan Wangji’s hand and started to lead him up the stairs. He quickly bowed in apology to the other two. Xiao Xingchen smiled assuredly as they left.

“I guess Hanguan-Jun is the possessive jealous type,” Xiao Xingchen mused.

“I don’t think Wei Wuxian is any less possessive,” Song Lan countered. The glares the other man was shooting people who were staring at them was almost enough to burn.

“Should we also retire for the evening?”

“Sure.”

XxXxX

The next morning Lan Wangji remembered nothing of what happened after he’d taken a drink of Wei Wuxian’s wine. Song Lan easily explained he’d just come downstairs looking for his partner after being put to bed. No reason to embarrass the poor man.

“Wei Ying, is that all?”

“Of course,” Wei Wuxian smiled at him. Aside from the fierce make out session when he’d gotten him back to their room. He wanted to continue, but Lan Wangji’s scary sleeping ritual kicked in and he’d insisted they sleep. Wei Wuxian was a bit frustrated thanks to that.

“Wei Ying, we didn’t?” Lan Wangji whispered.

“No.”

“Mmn, sorry.”

Since Wei Wuxian had come to live at Cloud Recesses there wasn’t a night they hadn’t spent in each other’s arms. That also accounted for the sense of dissatisfaction circulating within himself as well. He’d have to make up for it later.

“So, where are we headed?” Wei Wuxian asked, if only to distract himself from the hungry look in Lan Wangji’s eyes.

“Xue Yang is well known in Kuizhou, we were planning to go there,” Xiao Xingchen explained.

“Great! Let’s go.”

Together the two pairs left the small village with two messages for Lan Xichen and Lan Qiren being given to the other sect members returning to Cloud Recesses. One was for both of them, informing them of Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian’s plans to travel with his martial uncle they’d met. The other was from Wei Wuxian to Lan Xichen with the information on dual cultivation he’d gotten from Xiao Xingchen last night after Lan Wangji’s had first passed out. He knew it was a long shot, but if it meant his brother-in-law may find happiness Wei Wuxian thought he deserved to know.

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Chapter Seven
Xue Yang & Moving Forward

Kuizhou was a decent sized city within the Laoling area. The four cultivators didn’t have a hard time locating an inn that was welcoming and even managed to get information on the local clan in the area. When they’d asked about Xue Yang there was even more information available. Seemed the fugitive was more than well known locally.

“That one is nothing but trouble,” the waiter said. “Don’t know why you noble looking gentlemen are looking for the delinquent, but I suggest staying clear of him.”

“Thanks for the suggestion,” Wei Wuxian smiled. “So, if we were to stay clear of him, what area should we avoid to do so?”

The waiter gave him a look that clearly stated how obvious it was that they had no intention to avoid the area. “Check the south end of the city. He’s usually found there.”

“Thanks!”                                                                                                         

The waiter left before he could be asked anything else.

“So, what’s the plan?” Wei Wuxian asked.

“Find him, bring him to justice,” Xiao Xingchen answered.

Wei Wuxian chuckled awkwardly. “That’s not what I meant! How do you plan to go about that? Someone that can kill almost an entire clan, and avoid the rest of the cultivation world isn’t going down easily. Once we locate him how do you plan to corner him?”

Xiao Xingchen obviously hadn’t thought it would be a problem once they found Xue Yang.

“What do you suggest?” Song Lan asked.

Wei Wuxian’s smile turned into a grin. “Well, since you asked,” and during the rest of the meal he laid out a fairly solid plan for cornering their fugitive. Lan Wangji interjected at small parts, but for the most part Wei Wuxian’s plan was excellent.

“You’re good at this,” Xiao Xingchen mused.

“If what you’ve told me about this Xue Yang is true, this should work. No different than flushing out a beast that’s gone to ground.”

“Are you sure you should be the bait?” Song Lan glanced to Lan Wangji. The silent man was visibly not happy with the idea.

“If he knows you two are after him it can’t be either of you, and the Gusu Lan Sect is very well known for their righteousness. I on the other hand am a complete no one to him,” Wei Wuxian explained. “And, to just be safe,” reaching up Wei Wuxian took the pin out of his hair, and took the ribbon that had the floating cloud pattern on it out. “Lan Zhan, hold onto these for me.”

“Mmn.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Wei Wuxian squeezed the other’s hand. “You don’t think I can lose to some random rogue cultivator do you?”

“No. Wei Ying won’t lose.”

He smiled at his husband. He wanted to kiss him, but realized that would probably create a stir. No reason to have rumors flying that were different from what he intended.

“Okay, well time to get started.” Wei Wuxian stood from the table and left the inn. His first stop was a small stall where he bought a meat bun. He spoke with the vendor and was sure to mention Xue Yang and how he was interested in the guy that could kill an entire clan.

Every place Wei Wuxian stopped at he mentioned something similar. He made sure to sound interested and not accusatory. He needed whoever finally told Xue Yang about him to think he was a friend, or even some naïve idiot who spent money easily and had a frivolous personality.

An easy mark.

By the time Wei Wuxian made it to the southern part of the city people were watching him intently. Oh the wonders of rumors. A few dropped coins and easy words and people were sure to talk more and more.

Wei Wuxian spotted certain types as he walked. He kept his sword visible to ward off the less brave urchins and pickpockets. He kept his steps assured and smile cocky to keep the more spineless away.

A group came toward him and Wei Wuxian let them surround him. “Got a problem?”

“You do.” One of the men reached for Wei Wuxian only to find air.

Wei Wuxian side stepped another attempted attack, chopping at the back of the neck of his assailant. As the group continued to try and subdue him Wei Wuxian dispatched each one. Once the group was on the ground he dusted off invisible dust from his clothes.

“Now that was rude. Why would you attack a weak man like myself?”

A cheerful laugh flittered on the air. A young man dressed in all black was leaning against a building at the entrance of a side street. He looked like an energetic, carefree child almost with that innocent smile.

“Let me guess? Their ring leader?”

“Them? No,” the young man said as he stepped forward. “I might have nudged them in your direction though.”

“And why would you do that?” Wei Wuxian definitely felt something off about this person. It was like he was wearing a mask that couldn’t be discerned. That smile, his tone, the way he stood. Everything about him was intentional to give the appearance of easy innocence. But there was power hidden beneath it. A lesser cultivator, or a civilian, may have fallen for it. As it was Wei Wuxian still found himself wanting to let his guard down.

“To see what kind of elder brother was looking for me,” Xue Yang smiled happily. “Not such a weak man as described.”

“Me? I get by,” Wei Wuxian crossed his arms behind his head and stepped over one of the fallen men. “But you, if you’re who I think you are, are far more impressive.”

“And who do you think I am?”

Wei Wuxian shrugged. “Who do you think I am?”

The two stared at each other before laughing.

“I like you!” Xue Yang smacked Wei Wuxian on the shoulder. “Let me buy you a drink.”

“Thanks.”

The two started walking toward a building and Wei Wuxian went on alert. Xue Yang’s steps had changed.

“On second thought,” Xue Yang spun around, his sword drawn.

“Easy now, remember I’m weak and feeble,” Wei Wuxian easily blocked the strike.

“Why don’t we put that to the test?”

“No thanks,” Wei Wuxian grinned.

The strumming of a qupin filled the air and Wei Wuxian jumped out of the way as spiritual energy condensed on Xue Yang, stopping him in place. Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan appeared and quickly cuffed the young man.

“Well if it isn’t you two?” Xue Yang didn’t seem too troubled by his capture. “Got someone else to do your work for you?”

“Be silent,” Xiao Xingchen ordered.

Xue Yang laughed heartily. “If you think arresting me is going to stop anything you’re sadly mistaken.”

“Oh How so?”

The group turned at the sound of the commanding voice. Wei Wuxian was surprised to see Chifeng-Zun walking toward them. The man looked downright murderous.

“This is Xue Yang?”

“It is,” Song Lan answered. “And you are?”

“Sect leader of the Qinghe Nie Sect, Nie Mingjue,” one of the men with his said. It was the same one Lan Wangji had found unsettling. Meng Yao.

“Zewu-Jun informed me of what was going on,” Nie Mingjue explained. I’ve come to ensure this matter is settled appropriately.”

“Leader,” Meng Yao stepped close, “We should take the criminal back to the Impure Realm to face justice.”

“Justice?” Xue Yang mocked. “By right do you have to punish me?”

“Silence him,” Nie Mingjue ordered. One of his men moved forward and gagged Xue Yang. With the criminal apprehended he turned his attention to Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji. “Huan was worried when he received your letter. Due to an unforeseen issue at Cloud Recesses he couldn’t come himself and asked me to come.”

“What happened?” Lan Wangji asked.

“Here.” Nie Mingjue handed over a letter.

Wei Wuxian moved close to Lan Wangji and read over his shoulder. The contents were definitely something that would make it impossible for Lan Xichen to leave. The water born abyss had risen back up after a heavy rainfall.

“We should return,” Wei Wuxian urged.

“Mmn.”

“Anything we can help with?” Xiao Xingchen asked?

Wei Wuxian smiled at his martial uncle. “Thanks, but we can handle this one. How about you stay with Chifeng-Zun and Xue Yang? See that your task is completed. After that, maybe come see us in Gusu?”

“Will do,” Xiao Xingchen bowed.

“Let’s go Lan Zhan.” Wei Wuxian said placing his ribbon and pin back in his hair as they had been handed back to him by Lan Wagnji.

Quickly the two departed from the group heading back toward Gusu on their swords. Lan Qiren was there so there shouldn’t be any problems. But with both Lan Qiren and Lan Xichen focused on the water born abyss someone needed to be there for the sect and to handle regular hunts. Unfortunately Lan Wangji’s father still refused to come out of his isolation.

XxXxX

It was another two weeks before Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan made an appearance in Gusu and informed them on Xue Yang’s execution. Apparently there was some opposition to the young man’s punishment but Chifeng-Zun wouldn’t hear any of it. The evidence was more than damning. Xue Yang himself hadn’t even really denied his crimes.

“That assistant of his is certainly an odd one,” Song Lan was saying, “always trying to keep the peace and be everyone’s friend.”

“Meng Yao? Nie Huasiang says he’s the only that can handle Chifeng-Zun when he gets upset, aside from Xichen. Xichen isn’t always around though, so I guess he must be working hard,” Wei Wuxian explained. “Not too fond of him myself. Can’t make everyone like you. Right Lan Zhan?”

“He’s … unsettling.”

Wei Wuxian gaped at his husband. Lan Wangji never gave his opinion on others, even if he didn’t like them. He’d prefer to just ignore the person entirely. What had Meng Yao done to make the indifferent Lan Wangji dislike him? Wei Wuxian’s tapped his chin as he considered the possibilities. He’d personally only had brief interactions with Chifeng-Zun’s assistant so it couldn’t be jealousy. Lan Wangji himself had even fewer run ins with the other.

“What makes you say that?” Xiao Xingchen asked.

Lan Wangji remained silent for several minutes before he looked to Wei Wuxian who nodded. “He watches Brother too closely.”

Yeah, Wei Wuxian had noticed how the shorter man’s gaze seemed to follow Xichen at times. Was that the reason then? Because he seemed to look at Xichen?

“Such a protective little brother,” Wei Wuxian teased.

“Anyways,” Song Lan interjected before Wei Wuxian could really start teasing his partner, “Have you managed to get your affairs arranged here?”

“Oh yes,” Wei Wuxian smiled. “Lan Qiren and the elders have got it mostly handled so Lan Xichen can return to his role managing the Sect.”

“Then, do you plan to stay here for a break? Or will you be leaving again?” Xiao Xingchen asked.

“Probably rest a bit,” Wei Wuxian answered. “I need to write Cheng-cheng and Shijie and give them an update before they start to worry and come running. Don’t need to give Cheng-Cheng a reason to not like Lan Zhan any more than he already does.”

“Jiang Wanyi doesn’t concern me,” Lan Wangji said resolutely.

Wei Wuxian laughed nervously. “I know, but it would still be nice if you two could get along. For me?” he smiled innocently.

“Shameless.”

“Love you too,” Wei Wuxian teased.

Even after spending some time with the couple Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan found Wei Wuxian’s open affection and flirtatious attitude with Lan Wangji shocking. How such a stoic person was with someone so outgoing and expressive confused them. But, they were obviously happy so Xiao Xingchen had no intention to say anything. If his Shijie’s son was happy that’s what mattered.

“When is your wedding?” Xiao Xingchen realized they hadn’t discussed that beyond knowing they were engaged.

“Oh!” Wei Wuxian beamed, “Will you attend? I’d love for you to come?”

“Of course.”

Wei Wuxian gave them the date and again made the other promise to come. Having the Jiang Clan attend was certainly important to him, but Xiao Xingchen was a connection to his mother he didn’t even realize he wanted. Having his martial uncle be present would also help alieve some of the rumors hopefully about his mother and uncle.

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji grabbed his hand.

Wei Wuxian smiled at him.

XxXxX

Their guests stayed for a few days before leaving the Cloud Recesses for their next location. They didn’t appear to have any specific destination, but Xiao Xingchen promised to not disappear. As he said, they were family and though his martial sister was gone, he could know her son.

Wei Wuxian had written both his brother and sister, and also Wen Ning and Nie Huasiang. The responses arrived swiftly. Jiang Cheng of course lectured him about the extended time between letters, and what did he mean he was hunting mass murders? He did congratulate him on finding his martial uncle.

Jinag Yanli was happy for his fateful meeting with Xiao Xingchen and reminded him of the tailor that would be arriving in a few weeks’ time to get measurements for his wedding robes. He didn’t understand why this needed to be done so soon. The wedding was still several months out.

Both Wen Ning and Nie Huasiang congratulated him on his meeting. Wen Ning wanted to know about more about how he caught the criminal, while Nie Huasiang thanked him for his part in bringing Xue Yang to justice. As he read his two friends’ letters Wei Wuxian wanted to write back and nudge the other about their obvious attractions.

Wen Qing’s warning rang in his mind as he reached for his pen.

Instead he grabbed the compass he’d been fiddling with and started adjusting a few characters. It was almost ready. Perhaps after the tailor had been and gone he could finally see if it worked. If he could get this compass to point toward resentful or dark energy then it would make night hunting easier.

He scribbled a few things on a piece of paper, a design for another idea. A reverse talisman of sorts. If he could get the strokes right it would attract evil spirits instead of repelling them.

As he worked on one thing he jumped to another. After getting part of that idea down he’d go back to another project. For the rest of the evening Wei Wuxian continued to hop between three or four different things before Lan Wangji walked in with dinner.

The smell of peppers filled Wei Wuxian’s nose and he halted in his work.

“Food!” Wei Wuxian made his way to the small table in the middle of the main room and sat down. He was excited as Lan Wangji set down each plate. With each one though Wei Wuxian smile turned into a quizzical frown. “Zhan, where did you get these dishes?” All of the food present seemed to be a mixture of regional dishes they’d eaten during their last trip out.

Lan Wangji didn’t say anything, but Wei Wuxian caught sight of the reddening of his husband’s ears.

“Lan Zhan?” Wei Wuxian got on his knees and crawled over to him. “Where did you get these?”

Looking away, Lan Wangji’s ears got brighter. “The kitchen.”

“The cooks know how to make such food?” Wei Wuxian pressed.

“I cooked.”

Shock filled Wei Wuxian. “You can cook?”

“Mmn.”

“You cooked all this? For me?”

“Mmn.”

“Have you done this before?”

“Mmn.”

An overwhelming surge of emotion flooded Wei Wuxian before he threw himself into Lan Wangji’s lap, kissing him feverishly.

“My Lan Zhan, how truly amazing you are!”

“Food first,” Lan Wangji managed to say as he kissed Wei Wuxian back.

“Right! My perfect husband cooked for me himself, I must savor each dish!” A part of Wei Wuxian mourned not knowing about the other times Lan Wangji had cooked for him. How had he responded? Surely it was positively. From now on he’d make sure he fully enjoyed everything his Lan Zhan made for him.

“How’s it going?” Lan Wangji asked as he dished out his own servings. Wei Wuxian noted his portions had less spice in it.

“I’m almost done,” Wei Wuxian answered. “I think it should be ready to test soon.”

“Mmn.”

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Chapter Eight
Compass of Evil

Lan Wangji watched as Wei Wuxian anxiously looked at the device in his hand. He’d been fiddling with and fine tuning the compass for months. The first time he knew about the invention was in a letter, where Wei Wuxian had described the idea of something to track resentful energy. Over the past few months he’d personally observed the other man as he tinkered with the device. Now Wei Wuxian thought it was ready to test. They’d come to a secluded mountain where several reports of a Yao residing in had been taken.

With a deep breath Wei Wuxian held out the strange circular object and watched as the needle began to spin. He couldn’t help but smile in excitement. It was working. He turned and moved as the needle did, following the direction indicated by the swaying pointer.

Lan Wagnji followed silently. As they walked Wei Wuxian kept mumbling mental notes more to himself, but Lan Wangji made sure to remember each comment just in case he asked him later. It had happened before that his scatter brained husband thought of something and then a few hours later struggled to recall the idea he’d had. It amazed him how someone so brilliant could be so forgetful at times.

The needle’s wide arching movements began to narrow until it pointed straight ahead. They’d walked an easy two kilometers since following the compass. Now, standing at the mouth of the cave they’d been lead to, both cultivators could sense the evil energy permeating from within. Something was most definitely using this cave as a den. Even if it wasn’t the reported Yao, the fact they’d made it to this cave proved that Wei Wuxian’s invention worked.

Wei Wuxian looked to Lan Wangji as he slid the compass into the folds of his sleeve. Both men nodded and drew their swords. Lan Wangji also brought his qupin out. Wei Wuxian pulled a few talismans from his sleeves. Whatever was within the cave they were prepared to face it.

Lan Wangji strummed his instrument sending a wave of energy into the dark entrance. The enraged howl that echoed out had the two bracing themselves. The beast that emerged had a body that resembled a tiger and/or wolf, but had a humanoid face.

“Chimei,” Lan Wangji said.

“Should be easy enough for us.”

Wei Wuxian threw a talisman at the monster, causing it to become immobile. The creature growled and fought against the power of the slip of paper firmly attached to its forehead. With the Chimei unable to move the two cultivators rushed in, swords drawn, and easily dispatched the creature.

The reports of the Yao were new, and based on how easily they managed to deal with it Wei Wuxian would guess this Chimei was only recently formed. Still, this proved his compass worked! This would make night hunts more efficient, especially for younger disciples that were still learning.

“Lan Zhan! It works!”

“Mmn.”

Wei Wuxian was jumping up and down happily. Lan Wangji was proud as he watched his husband flit about the area. He wondered if maybe that meant his other projects would prove just as useful. The other one almost completed was a talisman of some kind.

Wei Wuxian had said something about it attracting evil instead of repelling it. That invention was less accepted when he brought it up around Lan Xichen and Lan Qiren. Still, its usefulness couldn’t be denied when Wei Wuxian explained it. They could use it to draw specters to them, instead of hunting them down one by one. Of course that was only if he managed to get the characters right.

“Lan Zhan, we should hurry back. I’m hungry!”

They disposed of the corpse, ensuring it couldn’t rise again or create a new monster, mounted their swords, and flew to nearest village. It wasn’t a particularly large town. It only had one inn, and plenty of rooms available since they were so far out of the way visitors were rare.

“Two rooms?” the land lady said.

“No,” Wei Wuxian denied.

The twisted look of confusion followed by disdain marred the old woman’s features.

“Perhaps we should just continue on for the night and go to the next village,” Wei Wuxian turned to Lan Wangji. “Seems they don’t want our business.”

“No. We have rooms,” a man came out in a hurry, pushing her aside. He shot the woman a glare before smiling and bowing to them. “As a matter of a fact our best room is currently empty. Right this way young masters.”

“But dear-“

“Wealthy customers are rare,” he reminded her sternly.

Lan Wangji handed over the silver for their room and their meal. The owner bowed thankfully and promised to have their food delivered shortly.

“And some wine, best you got,” Wei Wuxian grinned.

Lan Wangji handed over more coins.

“Of course. Of course!” he bowed as the left the room.

They heard him go downstairs and what sounded like a quick argument with his wife. Wei Wuxian sighed when he heard her call them cut sleeves, and not normal. The man though didn’t seem to care if they were talking goats, as long as they were paying customers.

“Wei Ying?” Lan Wangji wrapped his arms around Wei Wuxian from behind and kissed his neck in an attempt to comfort him.

Though his husband appeared to not care what others said, Lan Wangji knew better. Perhaps it was because of Madam Yu, but Wei Wuxian wanted people to like him, almost desperately. There were very few people Wei Wuxian didn’t want to have a good impression of him. Those he did care about it he sought their approval even more.

Wei Wuxian set his arms over Lan Wangji’s and leaned into his frame.

“I’m fine Lan Zhan.”

Even if he said that, Lan Wangji couldn’t help but feel the tension in his body.

“I love you,” Lan Zhan whispered. He very rarely voiced his feelings, preferring his actions over his words, but he knew sometimes Wei Wuxian needed to hear it.

Turning in the other’s arms, Wei Wuxian smiled up at Lan Wangji. “I love you too.”

The two kissed. It was soft, reassuringly more than anything, at first, but it soon deepened on the two’s desire for the other grew. Neither could entirely explain it, but since their first night together it was like they couldn’t get enough. A fire was lit and it refused to be put out.

That was perfectly fine for both of them.

Just as Lan Wangji was reaching for his headband the inn owner knocked on their door. “I’ve brought your evening meal.”

“One second,” Wei Wuxian answered attempting to control his breathing. “Bad timing,” he mumbled under his breath.

“Mmn.”

XxXxX

“So it works?” Lan Xichen asked as he looked at the compass placed on the table the four of them were seated at.

“It does,” Lan Wangji answered.

“Lead us directly to a Chimei,” Wei Wuxian explained. “I think if I fine tune it a bit more it can be far more accurately. At first the search range was really wide, and it only narrowed down the closer we got.”

“Impressive,” Lan Qiren stroked his beard. The elder didn’t much like that Wei Wuxian was meddling with things like the utilization of tracking resentful energy, or attracting it in the case of that reverse talisman he was fiddling with, but he could admit to a good idea. This compass was certainly useful.

It could also turn a small profit, giving Wei Wuxian his own funds in the future he hoped. Not that the Lan Clan couldn’t support him, and he definitely liked that Lan Wangji was so willing to spend money on him. But still, money was at the end of the day important and Wei Wuxian definitely wouldn’t mind having some of his own to perhaps treat his husband once in a while.

“More tests of course need to be run, to ensure its effectiveness and ease of use,” Wei Wuxian explained. He didn’t want to release an unfinished product. As it was right now it was useful, but it could be so much better. He knew it!

“If you say so,” Lan Xichen smiled. “Now, about the hunt in Qishan next month. I’m thinking of having Wangji and Wuxian participate.”

“Can I?” Wei Wuxian sat up a bit straighter, excitement filling him. He loved when he got a chance to show off, especially to the annoyingly arrogant Wens. Seriously how did Wen Qing and Wen Ning come from such an insufferable sect? “I’m not a member yet though, officially. Perhaps I should enter as part of Yunmeng Jiang?”

“Absolutely not,” Lan Qiren denied. “It is already well known that you are entering our sect, and are living here. This will only strength your position.”

“Okay.”

Lan Wangji reached over and grabbed Wei Wuxian’s hand. “Wei Ying is a member of the Lan.”

“I know,” Wei Wuxian smiled, “But everyone else doesn’t. I’m just worried about you and your family. My reputation is already thoroughly marred,” he laughed.

“Wei Ying is not marred,” Lan Wangji denied sternly.

Wei Wuxian stopped laughing and stared at his husband. “I’m fine Lan Zhan. I don’t care what they say about me.”

Lan Wangji wanted to call him a liar, but didn’t. Not in front of his brother and uncle. He was sure his elder brother already noticed Wei Wuxian’s need for attention. As for his uncle, honestly Lan Wangji wasn’t certain how the old man felt about Wei Wuxian aside from annoyed acceptance. The fact his uncle wasn’t lecturing them and demanding he stop immediately was certainly an improvement. In the past if Wei Wuxian mentioned one of his ideas Lan Qiren instantly flew into a tangent about how it wasn’t orthodox and unheard of! Luckily Wei Wuxian hadn’t brought up his first idea around the elder again, using resentful energy to control corpses. Seemed he’d completely abandoned that idea. Lan Wangji was thankful for that.

“You two should go rest. This was a successful trip and you have much to be proud of.”

“Pride is forbidden,” Lan Qiren reminded Lan Xichen.

“Of course Uncle, but surely he can be happy with his success.”

Lan Qiren didn’t say anything.

“Thank you Xichen,” Wei Wuxian bowed. “I promise not to let it go to my head,” he said to Lan Qiren.

“Good.”

With that Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian left the other two and headed for the Jingshi.

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian stopped him, stepping front of him. “Let’s go to the back mountain,” he grinned.

“We were told to rest,” Lan Wangji said.

“We can do that later. I want to practice.”

“Mmn.”

Wei Wuxian cheered as they changed direction and headed for the forests in the back of the Cloud Recesses. They came to their usual location, a rocky beach by the river that flowed through the mountain. Wei Wuxian smiled at the beautiful scenery before drawing his sword and facing Lan Wangji.

The other drew his sword as well.

If anyone else had come upon them they would think a fierce duel was taking place. To someone unfamiliar with the two they would surely think they were fighting with the intent to harm the other. Their moves were fierce and precise, but never landed thanks to the other’s fluid motions. The only thing that would hint at the ease of the situation was the smile on Wei Wuxian’s face.

Lan Wangji’s face was seemingly impassable as always, though Wei Wuxian could see the traces of a smile in his eyes. If Lan Xichen saw them he’d no doubt be very happy with the excitement his brother was experiencing.

As the two fought their energies climbed and surged forth. Although not as close and intimate as dual cultivation, this method of practicing was just as important. Especially for Wei Wuxian who didn’t like meditating all that much.

With Lan Wangji he felt he could go all out, without having to worry about his sparring partner. He’d never had that before. Even with Jiang Cheng he’d always had to hold back, so eventually he’d stopped practicing with him. Instead he’d started instructing the junior disciples every now and again and only practiced by himself when no one was watching.

Now, with Lan Wangji at his side, Wei Wuxian could feel himself growing each day they were together. His golden core grew stronger and stronger and he knew it was the same for Lan Wangji.

“You know, Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian whispered in his ear as his thrust drew them close, “Isn’t this like we’re dancing? Would you be my dance partner Zhan-er-gege?”

“Focus,” Lan Wangji warned, pushing Wei Wuxian’s sword away and going on the offensive himself.

Wei Wuxian laughed as he defended Lan Wangji’s strikes. “Oh come on Zhan-er. Dance with me?”

Wei Wuxian sheathed Suibian and darted close to Lan Wangji. Startled, he quickly sheathed his own sword and moved to avoid Wei Wuxian. Soon though he was reaching for his partner and Wei Wuxian slid from his grasp. Their sword practice had melted into fluid dance steps as the two reached for and avoided the other. Wei Wuxian would pursue and then retreat, Lan Wangji following suit.

Finally Wei Wuxian allowed himself to be caught, and they tumbled to the ground, lips crashing together. Lan Wangji reached for his ribbon and Wei Wuxian giggled happily as his hands were bound. He definitely liked practicing with his husband, but this was far more fun.

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Chapter Nine
Qishan Hunting Competition

The five main clans and several smaller prominent clans had gathered in Qishan to participate in a hunting competition and discussion conference. The clan leaders, or their representatives in the case of Lan Xichen for the Gusu Lan Sect, were seated at tables as they watched the individual members of their sects perform in the archery section of the competition that would proceed the actual hunt.

Wei Wuxian was standing beside Lan Wangji and the other Gusu Lan Sect disciples amongst the selected competitors. He waved at those he knew from the other sects and smiled brightly when he noticed Wen Ning within the crowd of the Qishen Wen Sect archers.

“Be right back Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian said before sprinting off. “Wen Ning!”

“Y-young Master Wei,” Wen Ning seemed surprised to see him approach him.

“You’re shooting today! That’s great,” Wei Wuxian smacked his friend’s shoulder. “Good luck. Though you can’t beat me.”

Wen Ning looked down at his feet. “I-I just want to try.”

“Hey, you’ll do great,” Wei Wuxian reassured him. “I’m sure you can even beat Cheng-Cheng.”

“Who can he beat?” Jiang Cheng came over to them, a frown on his face. Seriously, if the man would just smile every now and again he’d be a lot more attractive. Then again, maybe he shouldn’t. The thought of Wen Qing jealous was actually terrifying.

Wei Wuxian smiled at his martial brother. “Good to see you Cheng-Cheng.”

“Shouldn’t you be with your fiancé?”

“Lan Zhan is fine. I don’t have to be glued to him. Besides he can see me and I can see him.”

Jiang Cheng’s frown deepened. “Are you really participating for them?”

“Of course,” Wei Wuxian answered. “The Lan is my clan.”

“Not officially,” Jiang Cheng reminded him.

Wei Wuxian shrugged. “It will be soon. Everyone might as well get used to the idea that they can’t beat Lan Zhan and I now that we’re a team.”

There was tension in Jiang Cheng’s stance. Wei Wuxian understood why. No doubt he was feeling insecure, but that wasn’t Wei Wuxian’s fault. Madam Yu had done a number on both of them. He loved his martial brother, but his competitive nature was going to be his ruin if he kept it up. It was okay to not be the best.

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan’s voice, despite being so soft, reached him.

“Coming!” Wei Wuxian waved toward his husband. “Well, see you out there.”

Jiang Cheng watched Wei Wuxian sprint away from him with a mixture of happiness and dread. He didn’t know, and Jiang Cheng had no intention of telling him, but since going to Cloud Recesses Jiang Cheng’s mom had become even more insistent about him becoming better than Wei Wuxian. Now he had to compete against the other, and he knew it would only prove how inferior he truly was.

“Y-young ma-master Jiang?”

“When will you call me brother-in-law?” Jiang Cheng snapped and then sighed. “Sorry.”

“It-it’s fine. Are y-you okay?”

“I’m fine. See you on the field.”

Jiang Cheng said nothing else as he returned to the Yunmeng Jiang Sect disciples. They all seemed a bit down that he hadn’t returned with Wei Wuxian. “He’ll say hi after the archery competition.”

He doubted Wei Wuxian wouldn’t. He caught him looking over to their group a few times.

XxXxX

The archery competition went rather smoothly. Lan Zhan and Wei Wuxian scored first and second respectively, and Wei Wuxian only got second because one of his arrows went low thanks to a sudden gust of wind.

Jin Zixuan got third and Jiang Cheng came in fourth. Wen Ning was tenth, but that was an amazing improvement from the last tournament where he couldn’t even hit a single target due to his nerves. He was also the only Qishan Wen Sect member to place.

With the archery section done the participants were given a break so Wei Wuxian took the opportunity to go over and say hello to the Yunmen Jiang Sect members. His younger disciples all greeted him with smiles and congratulations. He answered all of their insistent questions: How was he doing in Gusu? Were the Lans treating him right? Was he eating properly? Why hadn’t he come visit? And so on. It was good seeing them all again.

“Hello Wei Wuxian,” Nie Huaisang came over. He wasn’t participating in the competition. That wasn’t exactly unusual. “Congratulations on second place.”

“Thank you,” Wei Wuxian’s smile was radiant. “You should also congratulate Wen Ning. He’s improved quite a bit.”

Nie Huaisang’s gaze went to the Wen clan member that was standing apart from the rest of his sect. “He has.”

Wei Wuxian frowned before smiling again. “Wen Ning! Come over here!”

Startled, the other jumped at the sound of his name being shouted across the courtyard. He followed the sound of that raucous voice and saw Wei Wuxian waving him over enthusiastically.

“Come on!”

Nodding, Wen Ning made his way over to Wei Wuxian, and Nie Huaisang.

“Congrats on coming tenth. Massive improvement. You’ve taken my advice I see,” Wei Wuxian winked at the other man.

“Yes, you’re improved a lot,” Nie Nuaisang added. “Congratulations.”

“T-th-thank-k y-you,” Wen Ning stuttered as he blushed and lowered his gaze.

Wei Wuxian looked around. He didn’t see Wen Qing anywhere. Great! With a flick of his wrist he used a talisman he’d invented to prank Lan Zhan and caused Wen Ning to trip, prompting Nie Huaisang to catch him.

“Watch out!”

Wen Ning’s face soon turned the same colors as his sect’s insignia and Nie Huaisang quickly matched him.

“I think I hear Lan Zhan calling me,” Wei Wuxian lied before slipping away and leaving the two still locked together.

Yes Wen Qing had told him to leave them alone, but he knew his friends. Neither were going to make any progress unless given a nudge. Wen Ning’s self-esteem was near rock bottom. As for Nie Huaisang, he was probably terrified of what his brother would say. But Chifeng-Zun was also in love with a man. It shouldn’t bother him that his brother was also.

Unless Nie Huaisang believed he needed to take a wife because of Sect Leader Nie’s situation?

Wei Wuxian smiled secretively to himself. He knew that Lan Xichen had looked further into the information he’d provided him about Dual Cultivation. Seemed the Lan Clan had several sources on the topic within their forbidden books. Wei Wuxian hadn’t seen them personally, but from the thanks Lan Xichen had given him, he assumed he found something useful. Wei Wuxian silently hoped for his brother-in-law to find success, for both his and Sect Leader Nie’s sakes.

“Wei Ying, are you finished talking?” Lan Zhan asked as he came to his side.

“Yep. Now, how about we try this out?” Wei Wuxian pulled out the compass of evil and grinned mischievously.

“No. Unfair.”

Wei Wuxian sighed and put it away. “Fine. Not like we need the extra help. If anything I should give it to the other teams so they can be on an equal playing field to us.”

“Pride is forbidden.”

“It’s not pride to speak the truth.”

Lan Zhan sighed. It was pointless continuing this line of conversation.

The time to enter the hunting grounds came and soon the different sects went their own way, individuals separating within the grounds, each hoping to take out more than the other. Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji split up, so as not to constantly be shooting over the other.

Walking around the grounds, Wei Wuxian fired off at the ghosts and corpses that he found, never missing his target. Several flares signaling others dropping out had already gone off.

“It’s only been five minutes,” Wei Wuxian said to himself with a shake of his head. How did so many miss already? The prey gathered weren’t exactly difficult.

A specter flew by and Wei Wuxian released an arrow, piercing its head. Turning he made his way around a large cliff only to stop abruptly at the unpleasant sight of Wen Chao standing before him. Rolling his eyes, Wei Wuxian decided to ignore the other and tried to walk around him.

“Regret your pick in partner yet?” Wen Chao’s taunting voice drew Wei Wuxian to a stop.

“What?”

“That boring Lan Wangji. Surely you can’t be satisfied with him? How about trying me out?” Wen Chao’s voice was mocking and disgustingly arrogant.

Wei Wuxian’s skin crawled at the offer.

“I’d rather sleep with a Yao.”

Wen Chao’s eyes narrowed. “Son a servant! You should be thankful I’m even interested in you.”

“Why? From what I hear you’re fond of servants. Isn’t your current mistress a servant of your wife?” Wei Wuxian mocked. “Now why would I want to be entangled in all that? With Lan Zhan I’ll be his one and only legal spouse, and I can guarantee my Lan Zhan will never stray. You, aren’t even worth comparing to him.”

The pure rage that erupted in Wen Chao’s eyes was enough to make Wei Wuxian proud of himself. He really did enjoy watching the haughty clown reveal his true colors.

“Fucking whore!” Wen Chao raged moving to strike Wei Wuxian. He never made contact. Instead his hand was stopped by Bichen appearing.

“Do not touch him,” Lan Wangji warned.

“Lan Zhan! My hero,” Wei Wuxian beamed as he wrapped himself around one of Lan Wangji’s arms.

Wen Chao drew back, but it was obvious his anger hadn’t subsided. Before he could say or do anything else though Wen Zhuliu arrived.

“Young Master, your father has ordered you to return.”

“But he said-”

“Now,” Wen Zhuliu interrupted.

“Run along,” Wei Wuxian taunted. More people had gathered including Jiang Cheng, Jin Zixuan, Wen Ning, and several Gusu Lan sect members.

“What the fuck was that about?” Jiang Cheng demanded.

“I’d rather not repeat it,” Wei Wuxian felt bile rise up in his throat at the mere thought of what Wen Chao had proposed.

“I’d never take one,” Lan Wangji said, his free arm wrapping around Wei Wuxian’s waist.

Wei Wuxian smiled at his husband and set his head on his chest. “I know you wouldn’t. My Lan Zhan is perfect.”

The display was shocking to basically everyone present, even the Gusu Lan Sect members. Sure they knew Lan Wangji was fond of his fiancé, but this was… alien. To see the Second Jade of Lan so soft and caring toward another person was so beyond anything they’d known from the second young master that it felt wrong.

“Lan Zhan, your ribbon is crooked.”

Lan Wangji reached up and it was in deed crooked.

“Here, I’ll fix it.” Wei Wuxian moved behind Lan Wangji, undid his ribbon, straightened it, and retied it. The simple action had all of the Gusu Lan Sect members blushing and looking away. A few of the other cultivators that gathered had also looked away, knowing the meaning behind the headband. Those that didn’t just found the scene odd.

Jiang Cheng coughed, drawing everyone else’s attention. “Back to the hunt! Nothing to see here!” As he shooed the crowd away Jiang Cheng shot Wei Wuxian a disgusted glare. To flirt so openly like that, did these two have no shame?

Wei Wuxian ignored his martial brother’s gaze as he left with Lan Wangji to continue the hunt. Thanks to Wen Chao’s antics most of the cultivators present were distracted, with several eliminated in quick succession as they split apart, many aiming for the same target.

By the end of the hunt it was announced that Wei Wuxian had placed first, Lan Wangji second, Jin Zixuan third, and Jiang Cheng fourth. Wen Ning had come in sixth this time. Most of the top ten were the same as in the archery competition.

“Not much variety this year,” Nie Mingjue commented from the sect leaders’ tables. “The fact several top rankers came from the Gusu Lan sect is commendable. Only one of mine managed to rank.” He made a note to drill his men harder, and reward Meng Yao for his performance today. His assistant had ranked eighth.

“Wangji and Wuxian truly are talented. Their efforts encourage our other disciples,” Lan Xichen acknowledged.

“If you’d participated this year I’m sure you’d have ranked as well,” Jiang Fengmian said. “As you did last year.”

Lan Xichen smiled and bowed his head politely. “Thank you Second Leader Jiang.”

“Will you be taking up the role as official sect leader soon?” Jin Guangshin asked.

Lan Xichen’s smile faltered just the slightest, though only Nie Mingjue noticed. “Most likely, yes. The elders are calling for my ascension now that I’m of age. I doubt my father will fight the decision.”

None of the leaders said anything to disagree with his words. It had been almost two decades since the current Gusu Lan Sect leader had gone into seclusion. With Lan Xichen able to perform the duties of leader, it was only right he take up the mantle, and allow his uncle to step aside as acting head.

The hunting groups had returned at this point and Lan Xichen watched as his brother and brother-in-law were surrounded by a group of adoring young cultivators. Most were young women all with wishful looks in their eyes. Even before Lan Wangji met Wei Wuxian those women’s wishes were futile, now, Lan Xichen felt sorry for anyone dumb enough to lose their heart to either young man.

“Even engaged they are popular,” Jin Guangshin laughed. “Good for them.”

“Wei Wuxian won’t stray,” Jiang Fengmian stated unprovoked. “And I’m sure neither will Lan Wangji.”

“Of course not,” Lan Xichen confirmed.

“Well, it happens sometimes,” Jin Guangshin coughed awkwardly.

No, it happened all the time with him. Of course no one said that out loud.

“Forgive my absence,” Wen Ruohan returned to his seat. He’d left twenty minutes ago after sending Wen Zhuliu onto the hunting field.

“Is everything okay?” Jin Guangshin asked anxiously.

Wen Ruohan nodded. “Congratulations Lan Xichen. Your sect has performed exceptionally today.”

“Thank you,” Lan Xichen bowed to their host.

He found it odd that Wen Ruohan’s gaze continued to find Wei Wuxian. During this entire conference it was like the sect leader was keeping an eye on the young cultivator. There wasn’t desire in his gaze, more like a cautious observation. It was like the eyes of a deer watching the trees for a tiger. What was the powerful sect leader so afraid of?

Lan Xichen’s thoughts were interrupted by Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji approaching them. He did notice the caution switched to panic the closer Wei Wuxian got. What was wrong with him? As far was Lan Xichen knew the Qishan Wen Sect leader had never interacted with Wei Wuxian. Not even during their conferences had they exchanged words.

Looking around Lan Xichen noticed he was the only to see their host’s odd behavior.

“Brother, can Wei Ying and I be dismissed?” Lan Wangji asked.

“You’re the victors and you want to leave?” Jin Guangshin objected.

“We do,” Wei Wuxian smiled. “Is that alright, Sect Leader Wen?”

Wen Ruohan might as well have visibly recoiled when Wei Wuxian talked directly to him in Lan Xichen’s eyes.

“Of course. Enjoy your time together.” Did his voice just shake? No. He had to be imagining this. Yes Wei Wuxian was a strong cultivator, but he was nowhere near Wen Ruohan’s level. Maybe in ten years or so, but certainly not today.

Maybe he was just tired? He’d been taking more and more on recently, as well as his frequent trips to the Unclean Realm to see Nie Mingjue. Too bad he couldn’t retire early as well and get some rest.

“Huan?” Nie Mingjue leaned over. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Lan Xichen assured him. “Just, adjusting still.”

Their voices were low enough so the other sect leaders couldn’t hear them.

“Brother?” Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian though obviously could.

“I’m fine,” Lan Xichen repeated. “Go ahead and head out. We will see you tomorrow when we set out.”

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian both bowed to the sect leaders before leaving. Lan Xichen had noticed Wei Wuxian hadn’t directly said anything to Jiang Fengmian. The Yunmeng Jiang Sect leader also seemed to not fully acknowledge Wei Wuxian’s presence. Was this because of Madam Yu? Lan Xichen had hoped with Wei Wuxian no longer at Lotus Pier things would improve for everyone. Was he wrong?

XxXxX

“Come on Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian pulled on Lan Wangji’s arm. “The compass picked up something big! I know it!”

Wei Wuxian hadn’t used the compass during the competition, but afterwards he’d pulled it out just to see how much resentful energy was still coming from the hunting grounds. To his surprise the needle wasn’t even pointing in that direction. Instead it was pointing in the completely opposite direction. Showing it to Lan Wangji, the two agreed to go find out what it was that had the compass’s pull.

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Chapter Ten
The Tortoise of Slaughter

Wei Wuxian was at a loss. They’d been walking in circles for nearly an hour. Where was the compass leading them? It was definitely pointing at something on this mountain. They’d gone around the entire area at least three times. Damn it! He should’ve made it more accurate before bringing it out again.

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji called. “Here.”

“You found it?” Wei Wuxian hurried over to his partner. At the base of a large tree, hidden amongst vines and bushes was a hole big enough for maybe two people to slide down side by side. Several thick vines continued down into the hole. Wei Wuxian looked to the compass, it was definitely pointing toward the hole. “Well, let’s go?”

The two mounted their swords and flew down into what turned out to be a fairly decent sized cave. The deeper they went the wider it became until it opened up over an underground lake. At this point the needle on the compass was just spinning in circles. Whatever it had picked up, it was within this chamber of the cave system.

Sliding the compass back into his robes, Wei Wuxian walked around the edge of the water. “Do you see anything Lan Zhan?” he asked, holding up a fire talisman.

“No,” Lan Wangji answered, the aura around his Bichen providing light.

“Hmm,” Wei Wuxian tapped his finger to his chin as he jumped from the shore line to a large rock island. “I can sense something, but I can’t tell where. Maybe the air here has just stagnated and turned into a miasma?”

“Could be,” Lan Wangji agreed.

Even though it was his idea, Wei Wuxian wasn’t convinced. The compass shouldn’t react like that to a condensed pocket of miasma. Plus, if that was the case they should’ve been affected.

Wei Wuxian stopped pacing around as the rock he was standing on began to shake.

“Lan Zhan! Earthquake!” Being underground during an earthquake was dangerous. They needed to get out now.

“No.” Lan Wangji’s sword was at the ready. “Beneath you.”

Wei Wuxian looked down and gaped. A large snake like head was rising up out of the water from beneath what he’d thought was rock. Turns out it was a shell.

“Woah!” Wei Wuxian exclaimed as the monster lunged for him. He jumped out of the way, landing beside Lan Wangji. “This is definitely what the compass picked up on! What is it?”

“Xuanwu of Slaughter,” Lan Wangji answered as he slashed at the monster as he came in for another attack.

“What’s that?” Wei Wuxian asked attacking the large snake-tortoise’s neck from its blind spot.

“A failed Xuanwu that attacked Qishan four hundred years ago,” Lan Wangji explained. “Records say it was sealed.”

“Well damn, guess we found it.” Wei Wuxian tossed several talismans at the creature, hoping to freeze its movements. This proved affective for only a short time. In that time both of them got several cuts in, but not enough to mortally wound the beast.

When the talismans wore off the beast roared and thrashed causing several rocks to fall.

“Is it trying to cause a cave in?” Wei Wuxian shouted as he dodged falling boulders.

“Wei Ying!” In his effort to avoid the falling debris Wei Wuxian had come into the line of attack of the false Xuanwu. Lan Wangji rushed forward and pushed Wei Wuxian out of the way, his own leg becoming locked within the beast’s jaws.

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian screamed, surging forth. No way was he allowing this beast to drag his Lan Zhan into his shell. With desperation he set is legs on the lower jaw, and pushed upward with his arms. With a quick thought he sent Suibian out, piercing the monster’s eye.

The creature screamed in pain and Wei Wuxian caught a falling Lan Wangji. Mounting Suibian, which had freed itself from the beast’s eye, he flew them down a narrow tunnel and away from the Xuanwu.

Once safe, Wei Wuxian pulled Lan Wangji’s pants up and cursed. It was badly mangled. At least one of his bones were probably broken.

“Zhan,” Wei Wuxian gently touched the wound. “I’m sorry.”

“No need,” Lan Wangji sighed.

Wei Wuxian glared at his husband. “Don’t do that again! It could’ve ripped your leg off!” He could feel tears burning in the corners of his eyes. Angry, more at himself than Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian wiped his eyes and stood up. “Stay here.”

“Ying?” Lan Wangji moved to stand up.

“Stay,” Wei Wuxian pushed him back down. “I’m going to find something to make a splint. Do. Not. Move.”

Reluctantly Lan Wangji nodded and sat back down. Wei Wuxian wasn’t gone for long. He’d found a few dried sticks. Pulling out a small canteen he used the water inside to clean the wound. Tearing his own robes he created several strips of cloth and wrapped them around the wound.

“I wish we had some herbs,” Wei Wuxian mumbled to himself. “Or better yet, Wen Qing. She’d do a better job of patching you up.”

“I’ll be fine,” Lan Wangji assured him.

“I need something to secure the splint.” Wei Wuxian looked around before reaching for Lan Wangji’s ribbon. “Sorry,” he said before taking it off and tying it around his leg. He also took down his own hair and used his ribbon for added support. “You rest. I’m going to see what kind of damage that cave in caused.”

Lan Wangji watched anxiously as Wei Wuxian walked back down the tunnels. He hated his helplessness. He should be helping his husband.

With nothing else to do, Lan Wangji sat in the lotus position and began meditating. He needed to assess his physical condition and heal quickly. It would take both of them to kill that monster if need be.

“Well fucking great!” Wei Wuxian cursed as he returned. “The entrance is gone. The beast thrashing about closed it up.”

“What about the pond? Leaves in the water indicate another entrance,” Lan Wangji said remembering seeing maple leaves floating on the surface. There was no maple tree near the entrance they’d used.

“Good idea! After you’ve rested we’ll try looking. I’ll go in, you stay on shore.”

“No,” Lan Wangji protested.

“You can’t swim right now,” Wei Wuxian argued. “It seems to be attracted to heat and movement. If I light a big enough fire it should distract it long enough for me to search the lake.”

Lan Wangji did not like this plan. Wei Wuxian could tell. They didn’t have another option though.

It was Wei Wuxian’s eagerness to find what the compass was pointing at that got them into this situation. He needed to make sure they got out. Even if that meant putting himself into a more dangerous situation.

“We kill it first,” Lan Wangji said.

Wei Wuxian stared at his husband. “Are you sure?”

Lan Wangji nodded. He pulled out his qupin and removed the strings. Tying them together he demonstrated the cord assassination technique.

“I see,” Wei Wuxian nodded. “This could work. I’ll draw it out, while you wrapped the cord around it.”

That wasn’t entirely what Lan Wangji had in mind, but it was a reasonable plan.

“First you rest,” Wei Wuxian moved closer. His face morphed into a frown before he did something unexpected. He reached for Suibian and moved it towards his hair.

“Wei Ying!” Lan Wangji exclaimed before coughing up blood. Wei Wuxian moved quickly, sealing off the flow.

“Sorry, you had stagnant blood built up. A shock is the easiest way to release it.”

Lan Wangji glared at his husband. “Never again.”

“Promise,” Wei Wuxian smiled as he wiped the blood from Lan Wangji mouth before kissing him. “Now, rest. You can use my lap as a pillow!”

He expected Lan Wangji to say something like ridiculous, or shameless, but instead he took him up on his offer. Startled, but happy, Wei Wuxian ran his fingers through Lan Wangji’s hair as they both dozed off. They needed to deal with this situation quickly. Lan Xichen was expecting them tomorrow morning to leave for Gusu. At least if they didn’t appear he’d suspect something was wrong and hopefully send a search party.

They didn’t know where to search though. It could be days or even weeks before help arrived if they didn’t kill that thing and find an exit. Digging out the shaft they’d come down from their end could be dangerous, but Wei Wuxian would do it if need be.

XxXxX

After several hours Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian woke up and headed back for the lake. The Xaunwu of Slaughter had retreated back into its shell. Against Lan Wangji’s wishes Wei Wuxian dove into the water and entered the beast’s shell.

Lan Wangji stood on the shore anxious as he waited for his lover to reemerge from the monster’s domain. Instead of Wei Wuxian coming out on his own, he came out with his sword embedded in the creature’s other eye, affectively blinding it. Not wasting any time Lan Wangji slung the cord around the Tortoise’s neck and pulled tight. Wei Wuxian had been dislodged from his sword and Lan Wangji lost sight of him.

Anxiety reaching a peak, all he wanted to do was release the strings and dive into the water and find Wei Wuxian. But he knew he couldn’t. So he held on. After what seemed like forever Wei Wuxian broke the water’s surface and raced over to Lan Wangji’s side. He grabbed the strings and together the two of them pulled.

Minutes turned into hours, but soon the beast went down, its neck almost completely severed. Wei Wuxian fell to the ground in a heap.

“It’s finally dead!” he yelled as he sprawled out on the ground. “We did it!”

Lan Wangji said nothing as he hurried over to Wei Wuxian and began checking him over for any injuries.

“I’m fine Zhan,” Wei Wuxian grabbed his hands. “I’m fine.” Both of their hands were badly cut up from the zither strings. “We should find that exit. Before it gets much later.”

“I’ll help,” Lan Wangji said.

“No. Not with your leg.”

Wei Wuxian pushed Lan Wangji down into a sitting position, kissed his forehead, and then dove into the water. He searched and searched, coming up every so often for air, but he found nothing.

“Fuck!” He shouted as he came back up onto the shore. “If there was an exit it’s gone now. Not sure if it closed up during the initial cave in, or while it was thrashing around just now.”

“Brother will come looking for us,” Lan Wangji assured him.

“I know, but we didn’t say where we were going. It could take them days to find us.”

“Dogs to track us.”

Wei Wuxian tensed at the mention of dogs.

Lan Wangji pulled him close. He’d seen it a few times, Wei Wuxian’s fear of the common pet. He’d even asked his uncle to make a temporary rule banning dogs from Cloud Recesses. His uncle had no problems with that. Dogs were noisy after all and pets were forbidden for the most part already.

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian sighed, his eyes drooping. “I’m cold.”

Startled, Lan Wangji looked to his partner. He was flushed and a quick check of his forehead indicated a fever. Had he over exerted himself? Grabbing his hand, Lan Wangji went to send him spiritual energy.

“No,” Wei Wuxian pulled away and curled up in Lan Wangji’s lap, being sure to avoid the injury on his leg. “You don’t have enough to spare. I’ll be fine after a nap. Lan Zhan, sing me a song.”

Lan Wangji sighed. Wrapping his arms around Wei Wuxian, he held him close as he began to hum a tune he’d been working on for months. He’d planned to reveal it at their official wedding. Still, his beloved had requested a song, so he’d give him the song meant only for him.

“Hmm, it’s nice,” Wei Wuxian sighed contently, snuggling closer to Lan Wangji. “What’s it called?”

Lan Wangji said, “WangXian,” but Wei Wuxian was soon snoring so he wasn’t sure if he’d heard him or not. He continued to sing softly for the entire time Wei Wuxian napped, never allowing the other to leave his lap.

Once Wei Wuxian woke up they made their way back to the entrance of the cave and tried to decide whether attempting to dig themselves out from this end was a good idea. Or if they should investigate more of the cave and look for an alternative exit if one existed. That false Xuanwu had gotten down here somehow, and it certainly wasn’t from the small hole they’d come in from.

Hours passed, it had to be morning by now. Wei Wuxian had gone off looking down the other tunnels for a possible other exit. He didn’t want Lan Wangji lifting heavy stones with his leg. And blasting through with their swords proved too dangerous. Every time they moved one stone several others fell down.

Upon returning the only thing Wei Wuxian managed to find was some more firewood. “We should be able to survive a week with inedia, if we don’t over exert ourselves. Three to four days if we use our spiritual power. Hopefully help comes in that time.”

“Mmn.”

XxXxX

It took three days for someone to find them. The first signs of their rescue was the barking of dogs, causing Wei Wuxian to cling to Lan Wangji in fright. Next came the moving of boulders. Finally fresh air and sunlight poured in from above.

“Wangji! Wuxian!” Lan Xichen shouted from above.

“Wei Wuxian!” Jiang Cheng flew down.

“Took your time,” Wei Wuxian greeted his martial brother.

“You idiot! What the hell are you doing in this cave?”

“Well,” Wei Wuxian scratched the back of his head. “We were hunting and the damn thing created a cave in. Right! Lan Zhan’s hurt! Xichen! We need a doctor!”

“What?” Lan Xichen came down and rushed to his brother’s side. “What happened?”

“I’ll be fine.”

Lan Xichen glared at his brother before turning to Wei Wuxian. “What happened?”

Wei Wuxian quickly explained how they’d come to the cave, and why. At this point dozens of cultivators had gathered in the cave, all marveling at the large carcass of the tortoise of slaughter lying dead in the lake deeper within.

Neither Lan Wangji nor Wei Wuxian cared about the hype building around them. Wei Wuxian just wanted to get his husband to a doctor. Before they left the cave Jiang Cheng had sent all the dogs used to track them back. Reaching the surface Wei Wuxian breathed deeply of the clean air. He hadn’t realized how stuffy it was down there until just then.

“Easy Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian moved to steady his partner as he attempted to stand on his injured leg. It had healed quite a bit, but he still needed to be seen.

“Cheng-Cheng, where is Wen Qin-“

Wei Wuxian’s words were cut short as an arrow flew out from the trees and embedded in his chest. Between the exhaustion and the fact he hadn’t eaten anything for days, the pain had Wei Wuxian blacking out.

Lan Wangji’s entire world narrowed as he moved to catch his falling partner. “Wei Ying!”

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Chapter Eleven
Assassination Investigations

Lan Wangji unsheathed Bichen and sent it flying in the direction the arrow had come from all the while holding onto Wei Wuxian’s unconscious body, repeatedly calling him. The arrow had pierced close to his heart, but thankfully was right above it. Lan Wangji hit a few pressure points to stop the bleeding. Bichen returned having found nothing.

Jiang Cheng was shouting orders at the Yunmeng Jiang sect members to scour the woods, to find the one responsible. Similar Lan Xichen ordered the Gusu Lan sect members to spread out, and create an array to protect them.

“We need to move them,” Jiang Cheng said. “Wen Qing is at home. She’s our best bet.”

Lan Xichen agreed. Lotus Pier wasn’t as close as Cloud Recesses but the young lady of Yunmeng Jiang was the best healer of their age. They both moved to try and take Wei Wuxian from Lan Wangji, but were met with immovable resistance.

Despite his own injuries, Lan Wangji mounted his sword and flew off with Wei Wuxian in his arms. Lan Xichen and Jiang Cheng flew close beside him ready to catch either of them if they fell. Jiang Cheng had Suibian with him, as Wei Wuxian had dropped his sword when he fell unconscious.

By the time they’d reached Lotus Pier Lan Wangji was barely holding on to his own consciousness and strength. The second he touched ground he buckled. Lan Xichen and Jiang Cheng both rushed forward, catching the two men before they could impact with the earth, worsening their injuries.

Wen Qing, Jiang Fengmian, and Madam Yu all came hurrying out. A message had been sent ahead and Wen Qing was quick to assess Lan Wangji. “Wuxian did a good job dressing the wound. Lan Xichen take him and follow this maid. Remove the ribbons for me and Wen Ning!” her brother appeared, “Clean and redress the wound.”

“Yes!” Was the response and they hurried off to follow her orders.

She didn’t exam Wei Wuxian long, instead looking him over with a discerning eye. “Follow me,” was the simple instruction. The arrow was still lodge in his chest, which was both good and bad. Good as it would prevent the wound from opening up and bleeding more. Bad because if he was jarred to significantly it could cause more internal damage. She needed to get it out and stitch him quickly.

“Do we know who did this?” Jiang Fengmian asked as he followed his son and daughter-in-law.

“No, but I will find out,” Jiang Cheng was furious! Someone had shot his martial brother in front of dozens of witnesses and had slipped away without a trace. Whoever the bastard was Jian Cheng was going to string him up.

“This is a Gusu Lan matter,” Madam Yu said harshly. “Once they are treated they will return to Cloud Recesses. They will oversee this matter.”

Jiang Cheng stopped. “Someone just tried to kill the first disciple of our sect, and you want us to let someone else handle it?” He’d never defied his mother, but this was ludicrous.

“He’s not a member of our sect,” she replied.

“Yes he is!” Jiang Cheng shouted. “His marriage to Lan Wangji means nothing as far as I’m concerned right now! My brother was shot, I will find out by who!”

He left her standing there gaping.

How could she say that? How could she want someone else looking into this? For all they knew it was someone unhappy with the marriage between the two on the Gusu Lan’s side that did this. No, Jiang Cheng had no intentions of letting the Lans take front. He already had the disciples scouring the woods for any clues.

Jiang Fengmian watched beside his wife as their son stomped away from them.

“This is all that brat’s fault,” she chided.

“Madam, stop,” Jiang Fengmian sighed heavily. “I understand your hatred for A-xian, but it is unfounded, as I have said. He is Changze’s son. Stop punishing A-Cheng for your jealousy of a woman long gone.”

“You’d like me to alleviate your guilt, wouldn’t you?” She snapped.

“I have no guilt to alleviate,” he replied. “You’re torturing our own children over nothing. Stop now. I’ve done what you wanted, I’ve stay away from A-xian. Now, just stop. We will investigate this, as the attack is on one of our.”

“He is not-“

“He is!” Jiang Fengmian shouted. “He is the son of my closest friends, and our first disciple. He’s one of ours. We will be the ones to investigate.”

Madam Yu stood alone as Jiang Fengmian walked away from her. She knew she was being irrational, but she’d spent so long hating Wei Wuxian and that woman she couldn’t just let it go. That boy had taken her husband’s affection that should’ve gone to her son. The talent he showed should’ve been her son’s. He even almost jeopardized her daughter’s marriage.

‘It would almost be better for him to succumb,’ she thought bitterly. Turning away from the direction the others had gone, she returned to her own quarters. Let them fawn over that woman’s brat. In the end, she was the lady of the Yunmeng Jiang Sect and Cangse was a no one forgotten with time.

XxXxX

Wen Ruohan stalked through the halls of his palace. The news of them finding Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian had given him little relief as the messenger also brought with him news of someone having shot Wei Wuxian.

“Chao!” Wen Ruohan tossed the doors to his youngest son’s rooms open and glared at the disappointment. “Was it you?” he demanded walking into the room and pulling his younger son up by his collar.

“What?” Wen Chao squawked, terror in his eyes.

“Did you attempt to kill Wei Wuxian?”

“What? No! Though the bastard deserves it for turning me down.”

“Idiot!” Wen Ruohan tossed his son to the ground. “I ordered you to befriend him, not insult him! And now… He can’t die.”

Wen Chao rubbed his neck as he watched his father pace. “Why do you care so much about that son of a servant?”

Wen Ruohan glared at his son. “It needs to be peaceful. Wei Wuxian cannot be allowed to discover it. He definitely can not die. Everything must remain at the status quo.”

Two years ago something had changed within Wen Ruohan, everyone within the sect saw it, but no one knew or understood why. Whatever it was, Wen Chao understood it was centered on Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji.

“You are to stay in Qishan,” Wen Ruohan ordered. “Do not leave the Nightless City.”

“What? But Father!”

“Wen Zhuliu,” Wen Ruohan called.

“Yes, Master.”

“Keep this idiot in his room. And send someone to investigate the shooting of Wei Wuxian.”

“Yes.”

“Father!”

Wen Ruohan ignored his son’s outburst as he walked away, his mind racing. How many times was this now? It was always too late when he realized. No matter how many times it repeated Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji always met. The world always forced them together and Wei Wuxian discovered it. This time, this time he’d managed to stop the war. He’d escalated the rumors about Madam Yu and Wei Wuxian.

He’d hoped to drive Wei Wuxian out of Lotus Pier with them. He never expected the Gusu Lan to take him in though, and not through marriage! Why was this happening? Why did the world want those two together? Why did Wei Wuxian always pop up? Why must Lan Wangji love him?

Stopping in front of a large black mirror Wen Ruohan looked at himself. He’d keep the status quo. He’d not give Wei Wuxian a reason to discover that demonic art. He’d ensure Wei Wuxian didn’t die leaving Lan Wangji alone.

No. Lan Wangji could NOT be left alone.

Wen Ruohan would survive this time. No matter how insane he seemed to everyone else. He’d survive, and he’d ensure his clan survived. Maybe, in the next generation after those two were gone, maybe then his sect could truly conquer.

“He will not become the Yiling Patriarch again. Lan Wangji will remain Hanguan-Jun.”

XxXxX

Lan Wangji regained consciousness to find his brother beside him. “Where’s Wei Ying?” he demanded.

“Wen Qing just finished with her surgery,” Lan Xichen said. “No! You have to remain in bed,” he pushed his brother back down. “She said she’ll have him brought here soon.”

Lan Wangji resisted his brother the best he could, but ultimately found he couldn’t rise from the bed. His leg felt significantly better, but he was still too injured to exert his full strength. Having no choice, and realizing the reason his brother was most likely at his side was to prevent him from looking for Wei Ying, Lan Wangji sat back.

“Who did it?” he asked.

“We don’t know,” Lan Xichen answered reluctantly. He’d never seen Lan Wangji so angry. “Wangji, we are looking into it. Jiang Cheng and I have both ordered a full investigation. We will find the one that did this.”

“Wen Chao?” Lan Wangji provided his top suspect.

Lan Xichen shook his head. “Sect Leader Wen assures us it wasn’t. After he was escorted from the hunting grounds for his insults, Wen Chao hasn’t been allowed outside of the Nightless City. I’m afraid,” Lan Xichen drifted off.

“Brother?”

“I worry the assailant is a member of either our Gusu Lan or Yunmeng Jiang.”

It made sense. Those that had come to find them were members of their sects. An outsider would’ve been easier to spot. One of their own though, leaving to deliver news of their rescue, or even coming over upon hearing of their location, that wouldn’t be out of place.

“Not Yunmeng Jiang,” Lan Wangji said. “Madam Yu or Gusu Lan.”

Lan Xichen nodded. He agreed. The Yunmeng Jiang sect as a whole adored Wei Wuxian. If the arrow had struck Lan Wangji then maybe that made sense. It didn’t though. The assassin had aimed for Wei Wuxian, meaning whoever did it wanted him dead. Madam Yu definitely appeared to fit that idea, but did she really?

As for members of the Gusu Lan sect, Lan Xichen didn’t want to believe a member of their sect would do something like this. Still, there were a few elders that were against this marriage.

“Su Minshan,” Lan Wangji provided the name Lan Xichen was also thinking of.

“I’ve sent people to check on his whereabouts,” Lan Xichen confirmed.

Before they could continue the conversation there was a knock on the door. “I’m bringing him in.” It was Jiang Cheng.

Lan Wangji moved to the edge of the bed and watched anxiously as Jiang Cheng entered with Wei Wuxian being carried by two men on a stretcher.

Jiang Cheng started to indicate Wei Wuxian to be placed on a separate bed, but Lan Wangji stopped him. He wanted to be beside him, and since his brother wouldn’t let him get up, Wei Wuxian needed to be in his bed.

“You’re both injured,” Jiang Cheng warned.

“Give me Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji ordered.

Lan Xichen sighed. “It’s okay Young Master Jiang. Surely you can understand his worries?”

Reluctantly, Jiang Cheng had his men move Wei Wuxian to the bed Lan Wangji was sitting in. When they moved to pick him up to transfer him, Lan Wangji ignored everyone and did it himself, laying his husband on the bed beside him and sitting down next to him. He smoothed his sweat damp hair out of his face and found comfort in his steady breathing.

“Thank you,” Lan Wangji whispered.

“Of course. He’s my brother.”

“I meant my thanks to Wen Qing.”

“I’m going to mirror my husband’s words,” Wen Qing said. No one else noticed she’d come in. They were all stunned by the display of Lan Wangji tenderly stroking Wei Wuxian’s face. “He’s our brother. He needs to rest. I’ve given him a sedative so he should be out until morning. You also need to sleep. Would you like some as well?”

“No,” Lan Wangji denied.

Wen Qing sighed heavily. She’d prefer they be in separate beds, but it was obvious if they tried to keep Wei Wuxian from Lan Wangji it would only create problems. She ordered everyone else out. Her patients needed sleep and they weren’t going to get it with a group of people gawking at them.

With the audience gone, Lan Wangji laid down next to Wei Wuxian. He grasped his husbands hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it.

“Please Wei Ying,” he whispered, “I’m here.”

He felt Wei Wuxian squeeze his hand and a small hopeful smile appeared on Lan Wangji’s lips.

Chapter Text

Chapter Twelve
Recovery and Discovery

Lan Wangji awoke to the shifting of the bed. He hadn’t sensed anyone entering the room, which meant it was Wei Wuxian. Opening his eyes, he locked gazes with the other man. Wei Wuxian was leaning over him, concern in his blue-gray eyes.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” Wei Wuxian smiled softly.

“Don’t move about,” Lan Wangji said, moving to sit up so Wei Wuxian wouldn’t stretch out his arm. “How’s your wound?” He reached for the other’s robes, exposing his bandaged chest.

“I’m fine,” Wei Wuxian laughed. “Wen Qing is a miracle worker. We’ll be able to practice again in no time. How’s your leg?” his gaze slid down.

“I’m almost healed,” Lan Wangji answered honestly. Thanks to the first aid Wei Wuxian had given him, and then the treatment from Wen Ning the bone was properly set and it was healing well.

“How bad was it?” Wei Wuxian asked, his head falling to Lan Wangji’s shoulder.

“Just broken.”

“Just broken? What about the lacerations? Infection?”

Lan Wangji kissed his anxious husband. “I’m healing. But you…”

Wei Wuxian blinked before laughing. “I’m tough. Something like an arrow can’t stop me!”

“We will find him,” Lan Wangji promised.

A slight nod was all the indication Wei Wuxian provided as he leaned fully into Lan Wangji. The other wrapped his arms around Wei Wuxian, pulling him into his lap. He made sure not to jar his leg as he did so. He knew that if Wei Wuxian thought for a moment he was in pain he’d withdraw from him, and Lan Wangji so desperately needed to hold the other right now.

The entire time they’d slept he’d been plagued by nightmares of the most horrific kind. Him losing Wei Wuxian to an unknown energy. Spending endless years earning and searching. Then another version, someone killed his beloved directly in front of him, Wei Wuxian’s head rolling to his feet. Lan Wangji felt such rage in that dream. It was like the world had gone black, red, and then black again. He remembered very little of that dream, but there was a lot of screaming and blood. Whose, Lan Wangji didn’t know.

“Hey,” Wei Wuxian touched Lan Wangji’s face, “I’m fine. I’m here.”

Lan Wangji kissed him with the desperation of a starved man. He knew seeing Wei Wuxian shot was probably want caused those nightmares, but they seemed so vivid. So real. He needed to reassure himself that his love was in his arms, breathing, alive.

Wei Wuxian didn’t resist, kissing him back just as passionately. He didn’t know what it was that was making Lan Wangji so troubled, but he could reassure him of his current state of safety. Nothing was going to take him from this man. Especially not a coward that aimed for him from the shadows of trees.

“Break it up!” Wen Qing called before she opened the door.

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian stopped kissing, but didn’t part.

“At least you’re still dressed,” she sighed heavily as she came over to them. “Excuse me Second Master Lan, but I need to see both of your injuries.”

With hesitation, Lan Wangji released his death grip on Wei Wuxian, allowing the other man to move to the edge of the bed. Both sat still as Wen Qing checked their bandages and assessed their current condition. She seemed satisfied with what she saw.

“I shouldn’t have to say this, but I will, no sex,” she instructed sternly. “You both are healing, but if you push it the wounds could worsen. If you can’t behave I will separate you two.”

Lan Wangji glared at the doctor.

“We understand,” Wei Wuxian assured her. “But we can stay like this? Right?” Wei Wuxian moved back into Lan Wangji’s lap, avoiding his leg.

Wen Qing looked absolutely annoyed with the two men, but agreed. As long as they weren’t doing anything strenuous then she wouldn’t force them apart. According to Lan Xichen it could be dangerous for Lan Wangji’s mental health as well. She agreed. When she checked on them throughout the night the second Lan seemed to be plagued by nightmares, searching for Wei Wuxian. He’d only calm down when, in his own unconscious state, Wei Wuxain reached for him.

She didn’t know what it was, but there was connection between these two. Like a thread pulling them together and tying them to the other with an unbreakable strength. When they were together the world seemed to glow with energy.

Yesterday though, that vibrant energy had become dark and murky as their lives were hanging on. Wen Qing had noticed the worse of it was from Lan Wangji. As soon as he had Wei Wuxian back in his arms, safe and guaranteed to live, that darkness faded.

Now, she saw no traces of it as Lan Wangji gazed adoringly at Wei Wuxian.

Maybe she was just being overly sensitive because of her pregnancy? There was no way the very energy of the cultivation world could be swayed by just the connection of two individuals. Yes, it was her pregnancy making her imagine things. She was entering her last trimester. Perhaps it was time she slow down and focus on her own health instead of the health of others? Wen Ning and the other members of her family could handle the day to day of the patients.

“Wen Qing?” Wei Wuxian’s concerned voice drew her from her thoughts. “You look exhausted. Have you slept since we arrived?”

“I have. A-Cheng made sure of it,” she replied. “Are you two up for visitors? If I don’t let Yanli and A-Cheng see you soon there might be a war.”

Wei Wuxian looked to Lan Wangji who nodded. His arms tightened around the other’s waist though. Obviously their visitors would just have to deal with Wei Wuxian sitting in Lan Wangji’s lap.

“Let them in,” Wei Wuxian barely got the words out before the door opened and Jiang Yanli, Jiang Cheng, Lan Xichen, Jin Zixuan, Wen Ning, Nie Huaisang, and Nie Mingjue entered.

“You could’ve taken turns,” Wen Qing frowned at the group.

“We’re family,” the Jiang siblings said in unison.

“He’s my brother,” Lan Xichen said.

The others just watched the three glare at each other. Obviously there was some kind of argument about who would get to see them first.

“H-how are you?” Wen Ning asked the pair.

It was the start of a barrage of questions from the group. Wen Qing answered the most medical ones, explaining they needed to rest at least five more days before they could think of returning to Gusu, and they could absolutely not go by sword.

“I’ll arrange some boats in a weeks’ time,” Lan Xichen said. “Uncle is extremely worried. He’s sent those he trusts to aid Jiang Cheng in the investigation.”

“Thank you,” Wei Wuxian smiled. “Do we know anything?”

“Here,” Jiang Cheng handed an arrow over. “We found it where the coward shot you. There was evidence of a teleportation talisman being used.”

“That explains why Bichen met nothing,” Lan Xichen said.

“This arrow is plain,” Wei Wuxian glared at the arrow with disdain. “It intentionally has no characteristics of any clan.”

“Meaning it was definitely someone from one of the five great sects, or a well-known clan,” Nie Mingjue said.

Wei Wuxian nodded. Lan Wangji’s arms tightened around him. To reassure him, Wei Wuxian leaned closer, setting his head in the crook of his shoulder and neck.

“The question is, who hates me enough to want me dead?”

“A jealous admirer of your fiancé’s?” Nie Huaisang asked, almost jokingly.

The looks Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji shared though showed they didn’t see that possibility as a joke.

“Who?” Jiang Cheng demanded, “And why haven’t you mentioned her?”

“Him,” Wei Wuxian spat. “Su Minshan. Are you sure?”

“We can’t locate him,” Lan Xichen confirmed. “I’ve checked with Uncle. He isn’t at the Cloud Recesses or within Gusu. He is also no longer in Qishan.”

“Who is Su Minshan?” the cold anger in Jiang Yanli’s voice scared everyone present. The smile on the gentle woman’s face was terrifying.

“Shijie, I’m okay. I promise.”

“A-Xian,” she smiled knowingly at him, “You were shot. You are not okay. Now, who is Su Minshan?”

“An outer disciple of our sect,” Lan Xichen explained, adding on how the other man had propositioned Lan Wangji soon after Wei Wuxian came to live with them.

“And we’re sure it wasn’t Wen Chao?” Nie Mingjue asked, to draw the energy in the room in a different direction.

“No,” Jiang Cheng shook his head. “Sect Leader Wen Ruohan swears the moron didn’t do it, but that isn’t to say he didn’t order someone else.”

“But why? Because I rejected him?” Wei Wuxian gaped.

“That’s why we suspect Su Minshan. Lan Wangji rejected him for you. You rejected Wen Chao for Lan Wangji. Both are suspects. Them and…” Lan Xichen didn’t finish his sentence.

“Who else?” Jiang Yanli asked.

“There is at least one more person that hates Wuxian,” Lan Wangji said. “Madam Yu.”

“No!” Jiang Cheng shouted. “Mother would never-“

“A-Cheng,” Jiang Yanli interrupted him. “He has a point.”

“No, he doesn’t,” Wei Wuxian cut in. “Yes Madam Yu hates me, and in her mind she has every reason to. But if she wanted me gone she could’ve done it years ago. She could’ve thrown me out of Lotus Pier, or had me taken out before I began cultivating. Now that I’m not here there’s no reason for her to-“

“She’s worse,” Jiang Cheng interrupted.

“What?” Wei Wuxian stared at his brother.

“Mother has gotten worse since you left.”

“A-Cheng,” Wen Qing moved to her husband and grabbed his hand. She looked at the group, “Mother-in-law has become even more fixated on Cheng surpassing Wuxian. I’m sure her hearing about his victories at the hunt upset her greatly. But, I was here the entire time and neither she nor her two maids left Lotus Pier and they are the only ones I believe she would entrust such a thing to.”

“Never thought I’d hear my own children doubting me.” Everyone went silent as Madam Yu entered the room. Her eyes were cold as she looked at every person present. “I can understand and accept the Lans’ suspecting me. But you Yanli and Cheng?”

“You’re treatment of A-Xian is no secret Mother!” Jiang Yanli spoke up. “How can we not suspect it?”

There was hurt in the older woman’s eyes. “A-Cheng? Do you also believe me capable of killing him?”

“Capable? Yes,” Jiang Cheng admitted, “Willing? No.”

She scoffed. “I see.”

“Madam Yu,” Wei Wuxian made it out of Lan Wangji’s arms and bowed to her. “I’m sorry you had to hear this. I promise, you are not suspect.”

“But I am,” she sneered at him. “As I should be,” she admitted heavily. “Fengmian has left to Qishan to speak with Wen Ruohan personally once again about this since it happened in their territory. After he left this arrived,” she held out a scroll, “It’s a report from my family. They’ve found someone matching the description of the man the Gusu Lan Sect is looking for.”

“From Grandmother?” Jiang Cheng took the scroll and opened it. “Master Lan.”

The two young heirs read the report and both came to the same conclusion, they would be going to Meishan.

“Thank you, Madam Yu,” Lan Xichen bowed. “And, I am sorry.”

“Don’t be. You are only doing your job. But know, though I hate that boy, I want him to live so he can repay his debt to our sect. He isn’t allowed to die before then.”

Without another word she left. Her maids, who’d stayed outside the door, followed after her.

“Mother!” Jiang Yanli raced after her.

“Cheng-Cheng,” Wei Wuxian smiled at his brother, “Go. Talk to her.”

With a quick bow to everyone else Jiang Cheng left and followed after his sister and mother. Whatever the three discussed didn’t need to be heard by anyone else. Wei Wuxian just hoped this started healing the wounds they all had. Uncle Fengmian as well.

“It might be better if you leave sooner,” Wen Qing reluctantly said. “Two days, in two days you should be stable enough to take the journey as long as you rest and don’t become too agitated.”

“I’ll have it arranged,” Lan Xichen left the room, Nie Mingjue following him.

Jin Zuxian had also left, though he hadn’t followed his wife.

Wen Ning and Wen Qing were the next to leave. Wen Qing had her brother follow her to help with making up the medications she’d need to send with them. She’d make enough for the trip back to Gusu, and at least a few days there. After that the doctors of the Gusu Lan sect would need to make more. She’d make a detailed list and send it with them.

This left Nie Huaisang alone with the two. He was watching them from over his fan.

“Is everything okay?” Wei Wuxian asked, sitting back down on Lan Wangji’s lap.

“I’m just glad you are both recovering. I don’t know what I’d do without my best friend.”

“Ah, you do care!” Wei Wuxian gushed.

Nie Huaisang laughed and moved closer. “Also, master Wei, next time don’t trip Ning. I thank you for your interest, but I have my own plans about this.”

Wei Wuxian looked at his friend wide eyes before laughing and trying to look innocent. “I have no idea what you’re talking about!”

“Of course not,” Nie Huaisang laughed from behind his fan. “Well, get some rest. We shall talk more later.”

A heavy sigh left Wei Wuxian as he slumped into Lan Wangji’s frame. His friend could really be scary at times. Of course Nie Huaisang realized what he’d done.

“You tripped Wen Ning?”

“A small prank! Honest,” Wei Wuxian defended himself to Lan Wangji’s accusation. “I was just trying to help them.”

“Mmn,” Lan Wangji didn’t approve.

“I won’t do it again. I don’t want Nie Huaisang angry with me. That’s almost as bad as Shijie.”

Wei Wuxian’s gaze caught the arrow abandoned on the floor in the excitement. He reached for it. To think if its pair had just been a few inches lower he wouldn’t be here. He had to be thankful for his would be assassin’s poor skills.

“We will find him,” Lan Wangji repeated again.

“We will,” Wei Wuxian agreed. “If our brothers don’t, we will.”

Whether it was Su Minshan, Wen Chao, or someone else they’d better hope it was the sects that found them first.

Chapter Text

Chapter Thirteen
The Trip to Gusu

Two days passed with no new information.

Lan Xichen and Jiang Cheng had been to Meishan and back, nothing. Several people had confirmed seeing someone that matched Su Minshan’s description but where he’d gone was a complete mystery.

By the time Lan Xichen and Jiang Cheng returned to Lotus Pier Jiang Fengmian had also returned from Qishan and he was not happy to learn his wife was a suspect. He’d spent hours lecturing Jiang Cheng on the matter, to which the heir had sat silently. When Jiang Fengmian was finished Jiang Cheng asked only one question:

“Are you saying you never questioned it?”

The question floored Jiang Fengmian, because yes he had never thought for a second his wife had been part of Wei Wuxian’s attempted murder. The fact his children suspected their own mother, was their situation so bad?

“Are you going to see Wei Wuxian before he leaves?” Jiang Cheng asked, hesitating to leave so he could hear his father’s answer. “And before you go lecture him, he stood up for Mother.”

Jiang Fengmian said nothing so Jiang Cheng left him to his thoughts. Whether he went to see Wei Wuxian was his affair.

XxXxX

Wen Qing had given detailed instructions on how the patients should be transported, what they could and could not do. She emphasized the restrictions multiple times. Still, as they began loading up the boats she couldn’t help but be anxious. Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji’s spiritual power was amazing, accelerating their healing quite a bit, but it was still not enough to make a broken bone heal within a week’s time. Lan Wangji would have to be down for a few more weeks.

“A-Qing,” Jiang Cheng came to stand beside his wife. “You said you’re going to start resting more.”

“I’m just seeing them off,” she reassured him. “Thankfully Sect Leader Nie left a capable aid behind and he’s been a big help in getting things going.”

Meng Yao was going between everyone making sure everything was prepared for the journey ahead. He triple checked the seating for Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian, ensured the medications supplied were properly and securely stored, and even checked to make sure there was extra bandaging and enough food.

“He’s a hard worker. No wonder Sect Leader Nie keeps him around.”

Jiang Cheng watched as his sister’s illegitimate brother-in-law flittered about the docks between the boats readying to leave. He hadn’t exactly been surprised to learn of the man’s connection, though knowing his mother was a prostitute was certainly unfortunate. With such parentage even if Meng Yao was gifted the Lanling Jin Sect would never accept him. He was lucky to have been found and recognized for his talents by Chifeng-Zun.

“Has he tried to speak with Yanli or Jin Zixuan?”

“No,” Wen Qing shook her head. “He seems to be intentionally avoiding them.”

“Can we leave yet?” Wei Wuxian asked walking up to them with a smile, unintentionally interrupting their conversation.

Lan Wangji was coming up behind him with Lan Xichen. He was walking with a cane, at Wen Qing’s demand. He wouldn’t allow himself to be carried, so he had to walk with an aid.

“I want to get Lan Zhan home. I think Lotus Pier is too busy for him. He can’t relax.”

Wen Qing doubted it was because of how busy Lotus Pier was, and more to do with the fact they still didn’t know who attacked Wei Wuxian. Something told her the other man knew that though, and was using the rambunctious atmosphere of Lotus Pier as an excuse.

“Master Jiang, Master Lan,” Meng Yao approached, all smiles. “We are ready to depart.”

“Thank you Meng Yao,” Lan Xichen smiled politely at him.

The shorter man beamed.

Lan Wangji’s normally cold mask darkened.

“Lan Zhan?” Wei Wuxian moved to his side. “Does your leg hurt? Should I carry you?”

“Don’t you dare,” Wen Qing scolded.

“If he needs to be carried I can-“

“No.” Lan Wangji interrupted his brother. “I’m fine.”

They said their goodbyes, Jiang Yanli was not happy to be parting from Wei Wuxian. She wanted to remain at his side and help nurse him as she had always done throughout his childhood. He assured her countless times he’d be fine. If his condition so much as took the smallest turn he’d send word for her.

“Here,” Jiang Yanli handed a small piece of paper to Lan Xichen. “It’s my recipe for lotus rib soup. It’s A-Xian’s favorite.”

Lan Wangji took it from his brother and hid it in his sleeve shocking everyone expect Wei Wuxian.

“You can’t stand and cook for me right now,” he reminded his husband. “Give it to the cooks when we get to Cloud Recesses.”

“Mmn,” Lan Wangji agreed, reluctantly.

“He cooks?” Jiang Cheng sounded shocked.

“My Lan Zhan can do anything,” Wei Wuxian beamed.

They continued to say their good byes as they approached the boats. Lan Wangji got on first, Lan Xichen steadying him as he stepped onto the boat. Just as Wei Wuxian was getting onboard Jiang Fengmian arrived.

“A-Xian,” he called.

Stopping, Wei Wuxian turned and smiled at the older man. “Uncle. I’m sorry I haven’t greeted you during my stay, and to leave without saying anything.”

“No. I should’ve gone to see you,” Jiang Fengmian brushed the words aside. “A-Xian, are you still happy with this arrangement?”

Wei Wuxian stared at his uncle for several seconds before he smiled brightly. “I couldn’t be happier beside Lan Zhan.”

“But-“

“Uncle Fengmian,” Wei Wuxian interrupted him, “I will not leave him.”

The look of determination in Wei Wuxian’s eyes had Jiang Fengmian stopping short of anything he might have said to convince his ward to return to Lotus Pier. After this incident he had every intention of bearing the brunt of his wife’s ire and have Wei Wuxian come back until at least the culprit was caught. Now though, looking at the young man before him, he realized it was impossible.

The look in his eyes was the exact same one Wei Changze had when he’d declared he’d leave with Cangse Sanren. Jiang Fengmian had begged his friend over and over to not go. He reminded him he was a member of the sect and couldn’t just leave. He even tried ordering him. It had done nothing except ensure his childhood friend never came back to Lotus Pier.

Now, looking at Wei Wuxian those same eyes stared back at him and Jiang Fengmian knew he’d have to imprison Wei Wuxian to keep him within Lotus Pier. That was not something he wanted. Just as he wasn’t willing to do so with his father.

“Save travels, A-Xian.”

“Yes, thank you Uncle.”

Wei Wuxian bowed to the older man and then bowed again. Jiang Fengmian frowned before looking behind him. Madam Yu stood at the entrance to the docks, her two maids flanking both sides.

Nothing else was said as Wei Wuxian boarded the boat and they set off for Gusu.

XxXxX

As the sun began to set, the boats pulled up to a dock of a fishing village. The lanterns were just being lit as Meng Yao hurried off to find them an inn.

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian were seated on plush cushions. Lan Wangji’s leg was propped up on the bench. Honestly, Wei Wuxian was a bit uncomfortable with the added luxury. They weren’t that bad! Surely Wen Qing was being overly cautious.

Meng Yao returned and soon they were being lead to a surprisingly large inn considering the size of the village.

“We get many travelers along the river,” the inn owner explained upon being asked by someone on the size of the inn. “Merchants and cultivators such as yourselves are regular guests.”

That certainly explained the size and grandeur of the establishment.

“I am sorry to say some of you gentlemen will have to room together. We had several other groups arrive this afternoon.”

“That’s fine,” Wei Wuxian smiled. “Lan Zhan and I were going to share anyways.”

The innkeeper seemed startled by the declaration, but was happy to not have to find two rooms. He looked to the rest of the group.

“If possible, I’ll stay with Wangji and Wuxian as well,” Lan Xichen said.

“Brother,” Lan Wangji frowned.

“I trust you two, but I think it would be better if someone not injured accompanied you two. For security reasons.”

“We do have rooms with two beds, but none with three available,” the innkeeper said, appearing worried.

“Two beds are fine,” Lan Xichen assured him, causing more confusion for the inn keeper.

Obviously he thought when Wei Wuxian said he’d share a room with Lan Wangji they’d be in separate beds. No reason to waste a bed when they were short on rooms. Lan Xichen didn’t trust anyone else to guard his brother and brother-in-law at the moment as well, so it made sense he take the unused bed.

“Ah, okay.”

“Master Lan,” Meng Yao stepped forward. “I can room with them. You should take one of the few spares available.”

“No,” Lan Xichen shook his head. “I will bunk with my brother and Wuxian. Meng Yao, you’ve worked very hard, you take the single.”

Meng Yao looked like he wanted to say something, but he just bowed his head and thanked Lan Xichen.

With rooms decided upon they all quickly went to rest. The innkeeper asked about dinner. Lan Xichen instructed that their meals – Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji’s, and his own – be brought to their room. The others could choose where they wished to take their dinner. Most chose to have their meal in the dining hall.

“Brother,” Lan Wangji spoke when they were situated in their room, “What do you think of Meng Yao?”

Lan Xichen frowned at the question. “He’s an excellent aid and trusted by Mingjue. Beyond that, nothing.”

“Hmm.”

“Lan Zhan?” Wei Wuxian looked at his husband. “What is it?”

“He stares,” was all Lan Wangji said.

“Stares? At what?” Lan Xichen was confused.

“You.”

Right, Wei Wuxian remembered when Xiao Xingcheng and Song Lan visited them in Cloud Recesses he’d mentioned not liking the way Meng Yao looked at Lan Xichen. He’d just thought his husband was being over protective of his brother. Perhaps there was something else?

“Meng Yao knows who my heart is with,” Lan Xichen sighed. “He is an intelligent man. He wouldn’t allow himself such thoughts. Surely you’re worries are just that.”

“I hope so,” Lan Wangji said.

A knock at the door drew them from their conversation. “Master Lan, Second Master Lan, Master Wei I’ve brought your evening meal.” Speak of a devil and it will appear. Meng Yao opened the door. Several people stood behind him, all carrying trays of food. “I oversaw the preparations to keep in accordance with Lady Wen’s instructions.”

“Thank you Meng Yao,” Lan Xichen greeted.

The group moved to the central table. Wei Wuxian tried not to frown at the many vegetable dishes presented. There were only two meat dishes, and one was fish. Nothing looked like it was the least bit spicy either. He wasn’t in Cloud Recesses yet! He wanted flavor.

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji pulled something from his robe sleeves. “Jiang Wanyin sent it.”

Wei Wuxian’s eyes sparkled as he snatched up the chili sauce. He’d have to thank his martial brother a million times when he saw him next. To think he was so thoughtful!

“Master Wei,” Meng Yao looked concerned. “Are the dishes not to your liking?”

“Hmm? Oh no, they’re fine,” Wei Wuxian smiled as he spooned a heap of the spicy red sauce onto his rice and topped it with some of the chicken and vegetables.

“Wuxian is fond of spice,” Lan Xichen laughed.

“He must struggle within Cloud Recesses,” Meng Yao said.

“Oh, I’m doing fine,” Wei Wuxian said after swallowing. “Thanks to Lan Zhan!”

“I see.” Meng Yao glanced to Lan Xichen and Wei Wuxian caught a distinct glint of something unnamable. Lan Wangji was right, that wasn’t a normal look. “I will leave you to your meal.” Meng Yao bowed and left.

“How far will Meng Yao be traveling with us?” Wei Wuxian asked.

“Until Caiyi Town,” Lan Xichen answered.

Nothing else was said as they ate. After the meal Wei Wuxian requested a bath, and Lan Xichen excused himself from the room. Going down to the dining hall he motioned for the sect members to not get up upon his arrival. He took a seat at a table nearest the stairs and ordered some tea. It was just a few minutes before Meng Yao approached.

“Master Lan,” he bowed, “may I join you?”

“Of course,” Lan Xichen motioned for him to take a seat.

To his surprise Meng Yao sat directly next to him and not across as was more appropriate.

“Could I be so bold as to ask a question, Master Lan?”

“You may.”

“If Sect Leader had an offer of marriage presented to him, how would you respond?”

Len Xichen tensed at the unwanted inquiry. It wasn’t the fact that Mingjue could or did have propositions, he no doubt did. It was how Meng Yao said it. Like he was expecting Lan Xichen to just admit defeat.

“Is there a proposal he’s considering?”

“I’m sorry Master Lan, he has been meeting someone as of late and even I do not know who it is. I’m only concerned for you,” He said, boldly setting his hand on Lan Xichen’s.

“You needn’t be,” Lan Xichen withdrew his hand instantly. “I know who he’s meeting with, and he has my blessing.”

“I’m sorry,” Meng Yao looked truly hurt. “I wasn’t trying to upset you.”

“Then don’t bring it up again,” Lan Xichen instructed as he stood up. “Excuse me. I need some fresh air.”

“Master Lan!” Meng Yao reached out and grabbed Lan Xichen’s hand again. “If you need to talk.”

“I don’t. And,” he removed Meng Yao’s hand again, “I’ll remind you to not be so bold in future. Lan’s love only one.”

Meng Yao withdrew and Lan Xichen left feeling like a fool. Not even an hour ago he was telling his brother not to worry about anything, and now this? Should he tell Mingjue? The fact Meng Yao had noticed their secret meetings wasn’t exactly unexpected, but his actions just now were unwanted and shocking to Lan Xichen. Jumping to the roof, Lan Xichen breathed in the night air, pulled out his flute, and began playing. He sought answers in the melody as he played into the night.

XxXxX

The next morning they were preparing to leave when a familiar voice called out to Wei Wuxian.

“Wuxian, what are you doing here? Why is Lan Wangji using a cane?” Xiao Xingchen asked walking over to them, Song Lan coming up behind him. “What has happened?”

“Hello uncle,” Wei Wuxian smiled. “It’s a long story.”

“We were just on our way to Gusu cause we’d heard about you slaying the tortoise of slaughter,” Song Lan explained. “The story said nothing of one of you being injured.”

Xiao Xingchen reached out and pulled Wei Wuxian’s robes aside. Lan Wangji glared at the other man.

“Seems you’ve both been injured,” Xiao Xingchen said.

“Why don’t we travel together?” Lan Xichen came up to the group. “That way you can catch up with Wuxian.”

“Thank you Master Lan,” Xiao Xingchen bowed.

“It is an honor to have Wei Wuxian’s marital uncle and his partner join us.”

Wei Wuxian smiled.

Lan Wangji was impassive.

Meng Yao watched the exchange showing no reaction until he was addressed to prepare a place for the pair on the same boat as Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji. He gladly accepted, showing none of the “concern” he had last night. Lan Xichen noticed he showed no signs of discomfort as a matter of fact. Which was odd. Most would be uncomfortable being around the one that rejected them. At least that was Lan Xichen’s experience with those that had approached either him or Lan Wangji only to be turned down.

If the other didn’t want to make a scene, that was fine. Lan Xichen appreciated the other’s discretion and professionalism in the moment. If at any point Meng Yao made thing difficult Lan Xichen would just send him back to the Unclean Realm.

With their new companions the group set back on the trip. They’d gotten maybe a kilometer down the river before Xiao Xingchen’s voice could be heard shouting, “Someone tried to kill you?!”

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Chapter Fourteen
Lan Xichen’s Secret

The trip back to Gusu and Cloud Recesses was wholly uneventful, first night aside. Upon learning of what happened to Wei Wuxian, Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan volunteered to look for their prime suspect, Su Minshan. Lan Xichen had gladly accepted their help, with the condition they stay with them until Wei Wuxian was safely back at Cloud Recesses. A condition the pair agreed to readily.

It was fairly obvious Xiao Xingchen had no intention of leaving his martial nephew’s side at the moment anyways. He was fretting like a mother hen, to the point even Song Lan had to pull him away from the pair. Lan Wangji’s usually passive face was getting darker and darker each time Xiao Xingchen showed concern for Wei Wuxian.

“Let them rest,” Song Lan said as he ushered his partner out of the small cabin and to the front of the boat.

Wei Wuxian laughed softly as he watched his marital uncle being marched outside. Placing his head on Lan Wangji’s shoulder he sighed happily. Having someone hover so close most of the morning was hard when all Wei Wuxian wanted to do was cuddle his husband. Sure he hadn’t exactly been shy about physical contact with Lan Wangji these last few days, but it was a bit different in such a narrow space.

“Wei Ying?” Lan Wangji wrapped his arm around Wei Wuxian’s waist, holding him close.

“I miss you,” Wei Wuxian sighed dramatically.

“I’m right here.” He understood what the other meant though.

Days spent just lying beside each other was turning into torture. They wanted to touch not just cuddle.

“Zhan,” Wei Wuxian whispered, looking up and meeting Lan Wangji’s hungry gaze.

Wordlessly, and with swift motions, Lan Wangji moved Wei Wuxian to his lap. His moves so smooth the boat didn’t even sway. Their lips met and the world disappeared as they sought whatever small satisfaction they could get.

Wei Wuxian hissed softly as Lan Wangji nipped at his chin and down his neck. As his neck was being marked, Wei Wuxian’s hands tangled in Lan Wangji’s hair, holding him desperately in place. The small amount of pain accompanying Lan Wangji’s attentions was more than welcome. If anything Wei Wuxian craved more. He wanted to feel his man. He could definitely feel something pressing against his backside.

“Er-gege,” Wei Wuxian husked into Lan Wangji’s ear, “I can feel you pressing against him. Almost like you’re begging to be let in. I want you, so much.”

“A-Ying,” Lan Zhan sealed his husband’s lips with his own. If he continued to let him talk what little control he was holding onto was going to shatter, the others on this boat be damned.

XxXxX

Lan Xichen was no fool. He knew exactly what was going on inside the small pavilion of the boat. Judging by the blushes he saw on Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen they also realized what had started when they left the two alone.

“Um, should we stop them?” Song Lan asked.

“I value my life,” Lan Xichen smiled.

‘More than ever right now.’ His hand went to his stomach and he couldn’t help the small loving smile that appeared. He knew he’d be meeting Mingjue soon. He’d already sent word to him as soon as Wen Qing confirmed his suspicions. She’d been worried, but Lan Xichen reassured her he knew exactly what he was doing. He’d read every text his clan had on this, multiple times.

The boat rocked harshly to one side and Lan Xichen was pulled from his thoughts. Water ghouls were attacking the boats. Not many though.

With an irritated sigh, Lan Xichen summoned Shuoyue and began cutting them down.

“Everything okay?” Wei Wuxian appeared from the pavilion, Suibian already drawn. “Oh,” he said upon seeing the water ghouls, excitement in his eyes. He moved to help but was quickly told to go sit down. They didn’t need him to dispatch such a small number. The other pouted and returned to Lan Wangji with a whiny complaint that everyone ignored. Everyone except Lan Wangji who kissed his husband’s brow and placated him.

“Master Lan! Are you okay?” Meng Yao asked as his boat moved closer once the water ghouls had been taken care of.

“We are all fine,” Lan Xichen answered sheathing Shuoyue.

The fact they’d come across water ghouls so close to Caiyi town bothered him though. The water born abyss was being taken care of. Where these just lingering remnants they hadn’t cleared out last year?

As he thought Lan Xichen felt himself grow tired. Had he really used that much spiritual power? No, he knew what it was.

Promptly sitting down in the lotus position Lan Xichen focused his energy. He wasn’t far along yet so the demand for Mingjue should be lessened. Still, expelling spiritual energy was obviously going to have to be monitored.

“Lan Xichen?” Xiao Xingchen came to his side. “Are you okay?”

“Master Lan!” Meng Yao moved to their boat.

“Brother?” Lan Wangji had come out of the small covering.

“I’m fine,” Lan Xichen waved them all away.

“You’re really pale Xichen,” Wei Wuxian said coming to sit beside him. “Here, give me your wrist.”

“No!” Lan Xichen yanked his hand away. Accepting energy from anyone but Mingjue now could be disastrous. Everyone stared wide eyed in shock at the uncharacteristic outburst. “I’m sorry, but I’m truly fine.”

“Liar.” It was Nie Mingjue coming to their boat on his sword.

Lan Xichen smiled, his entire body relaxing as the other sect leader stepped onto the boat and took him in his arms. Seemed the sect leader wasn’t willing to wait for them to reach Caiyi town.

“You should at least tell your brother what’s going on,” Nie Mingjue lectured as he moved to a bench with Lan Xichen. “Give me your wrist.”

They all watched silently as Lan Xichen didn’t fight and accepted spiritual energy from the larger man.

“Wait, are you?” Xiao Xingchen gaped. “Intentionally?”

Lan Xichen’s smile grew. “We have you to thank for telling Wuxian about it. I never would’ve thought to research such stories otherwise.”

“Oh!” Wei Wuxian exclaimed loudly. “Congratulations Xichen, Nie Mingjue. When did you find out?”

“Wen Qing confirmed it for me before we left Lotus Pier.”

“Brother?” Lan Wangji was obviously worried, and not entirely certain what was going on. But of course not, he’d gotten drunk right after Xiao Xingchen told Wei Wuxian.

“I’m fine Wangji,” Lan Xichen assured his brother. “Especially now that Mingjue is here. Our baby will be fine as well.”

“Baby?” it was Meng Yao who spoke. Wei Wuxian caught sight of a twisted expression that lasted only a brief moment before it disappeared. “Forgive me, I thought Sect Leader was entertaining wedding offers?”

Nie Mingjue glared at his aid. “Where the fuck did you get that idea?”

“You’ve been disappearing without even telling me. I assumed…” He drifted off.

“I’ve been meeting Huan,” Nie Mingjue explained. “I was unware I needed to inform you of my every move.” There was a warning in his voice.

“Of course not Sect Leader,” Meng Yao bowed. “I’m deeply sorry for my insolence.”

“Brother, congratulations,” Lan Wangji said. “Congratulations, Sect Leader Nie.”

“You’re worried about what Uncle will say,” Lan Xichen said.

Lan Wangji nodded.

“He can’t say anything. Mingjue and I are already wed.”

“What?” Lan Wangji gaped, genuinely surprised.

Lan Xichen laughed. “As soon as we considered the idea, we entered the ice cave and preformed our wedding rites. After this one is born we’ll hold a formal ceremony.”

“We could’ve waited,” Nie Mingjue sounded cross, but his expression was so incredibly soft. It was bizarre to see such a loving tender look on the fierce warrior.

“Does Huaisang know?” Wei Wuxian asked.

“I told him before I left to meet Huan. With the situation confirmed we will have to split our time between the two sects.”

“No,” Lan Xichen denied. “I will go to the Unclean Realm. Wangji, I’m sorry but I will need to you handle my affairs for now. Important things can be sent to me, or Uncle can deal with it.”

“Mmn.”

Wei Wuxian watched as Nie Mingjue cradled Lan Xichen in his arms. He’d stopped giving him spiritual energy for now, but he hadn’t let go of the other man. A strange emotion circled within him as he gazed on the tender scene. When he’d heard the news that Jiang Cheng and Wen Qing were expecting he hadn’t felt like this. If anything he’d been excited for them.

What was this? There was almost a longing building up inside him.

He looked to Lan Wangji who was seated beside his brother. What if it was them? Would Lan Wangji be just as tender and accepting? Or … would Lan Wangji even want that?

His thoughts turning dark, Wei Wuxian moved away from the group and returned to the cabin. What was he thinking? When he’d first heard of the method to conceive via dual cultivation he’d only thought about how to help Lan Xichen and Nie Mingjue. The idea of him and Lan Wangji being able to have a child never crossed his mind.

But now, with the very real possibility before him… Wei Wuxian set his hands over his stomach.

“Wei Ying?” Lan Wangji came in, concern in his eyes. “Is it your wound?”

Wei Wuxian looked at his perfect man. How did he get so lucky to be loved by someone like the great Hunguan-jun? He was being greedy wanting more. He already had so much.

“Wei Ying!” Lan Wangji hurried to his side. “What’s wrong?” He wiped at Wei Wuxian’s face, swiping a tear aside, a tear Wei Wuxian didn’t even know he’d shed.

“Nothing, just getting lost in my own head,” Wei Wuxian admitted. “I’m happy for Xichen and Chifeng-zun. I just-“ he drifted off.

“Just?” Lan Wangji pressed.

“I just can’t help but think maybe in the future we might have one,” Wei Wuxian confessed. “I know I shouldn’t think like this. This should be their time. I can’t be selfish. I already have more than enough having you beside m-“

Lan Wangji cut off Wei Wuxian with a kiss, gentle and loving. Pulling away he set his forehead against the other’s. “We can. If that’s what Wei Ying wants.”

“What about you Zhan? Do you want a little Lan?”

“I,” Lan Wangji took a deep breath, “I’ve never thought about it. Wei Ying, unlike you I’ve never been attracted to women so I never thought I’d have the chance. Just being with A-Ying is more than I thought I’d ever have.”

“Zhan,” Wei Wuxian wrapped his arms around his husband. “You deserve everything.”

“So do you,” Lan Wangji assured Wei Wuxian. “When we’re stronger, we can revisit this.”

Wei Wuxian nodded and smiled. Lan Wangji hadn’t denied him. He’d even revealed something Wei Wuxian had never even considered. The fact Lan Wangji loved him just felt natural. He’d never bothered to think what it meant for Lan Wangji to be attracted to men. What he’d struggled with as he grew up, realizing his own desires.

Determined, Wei Wuxian promised himself to make Lan Wangji realize he didn’t have to give up anything. That they could have an open and happy marriage. And… maybe even something more.

XxXxX

Lan Xichen and Xiao Xingchen stood outside the pavilion, complicated smiles on their faces. Both had noticed Lan Wangji follow after a retreating Wei Wuxian and were worried. When they’d heard their conversation though, neither could enter.

Honestly, when Wei Wuxian had told Lan Xichen about the method to conceive between two men, he’d assumed eventually his brother and brother-in-law would also walk this path. He hadn’t realized that both of them hadn’t thought of it. Worse, Wei Wuxian seemed to be afraid of Lan Wangji rejecting him. As if that was even possible.

“I don’t think it’s impossible for them,” Xiao Xingchen confessed. “But I worry, especially with the current state of things.”

“I agree,” Lan Xichen agreed. “But, no matter what happens the Lans will support them.”

It wasn’t long before they docked at Caiyi town and found several disciples and their uncle waiting for them at the docks. The older man seemed surprised to see Nie Mingjue with them, but he made no comment.

From Caiyi town they made the trip on foot to Cloud Recesses, everyone but Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian who’d been placed in a cart pulled by two mules.

“I can walk!” Wei Wuxian complained.

“Wangji can’t,” Lan Xichen reminded him. “And if we allow you to walk, Wangji will also want to. So for his sake, stay in the cart.”

With his brother-in-law’s logical words Wei Wuxian settled down beside Lan Wangji, still pouting though.

“Shouldn’t Xichen be in the cart as well?” Wei Wuxian asked.

“I’m not so far along I need to worry about over exerting myself physically. I just need to be careful with my spiritual energy,” Lan Xichen explained.

“Xichen, are you ill?” Lan Qiren sounded genuinely concerned.

Right, he hadn’t been on the boat so he didn’t know! Wei Wuxian looked anxiously between his brother-in-law and uncle-in-law. This was going to be so entertaining!

Nie Mingjue came to Lan Xichen’s side, their hands touched before their fingers laced together.

“Uncle,” Lan Xichen smiled, “You are to be a great-uncle.” Lan Xichen’s free hand went to his stomach.

Wei Wuxian wished he had a paint brush and paper! Oh how he wanted to immortalize the image of the great and noble Lan Qiren gaping like a stunned fish as he looked between Lan Xichen’s face and his abdomen. He then glared daggers at Nie Mingjue who stood confidently beside him.

“Out of wedlock!” the elder finally shouted. “The shame!”

“We are wed,” Nie Mingjue defended.

That stunned Lan Qiren back into silence. Wei Wuxian could only imagine the pure indignation festering within the man right now. Not only Lan Wangji, his perfect nephew, but Lan Xichen had also eloped and not told him. Wei Wuxian remembered the story Lan Xichen had told him of their parents. Seemed that despite Lan Qiren’s teaching they were still their parent’s children. Both had chosen their partners and married them despite the consequences it could bring.

Lan men were truly strangely romantic.

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Chapter Fifteen
Wei Wuxian’s Birthday

A month passed with no progress being made. Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan were taking on tasks as they journeyed around looking for Su Minshan. Where ever he’d gone to no one could find him. There was talk of him going across the sea to Dongying to flee the wrath of the two clans hunting him down.

Despite knowing the one who’d tried to kill him was out there somewhere, Wei Wuxian continued his days as normal. He’d healed up and was helping Lan Wangji with his tasks in Lan Xichen’s place. They’d even gone on several night hunts since being given the all clear. Of course Lan Wangji had kept Wei Wuxian extremely close during those few times they left Gusu and the Cloud Recesses.

Groaning, Wei Wuxian sat up in bed, his hips and back aching. The very day the healers had told Lan Wangji his leg was healed and he could resume his regular activities they’d locked themselves in the Jingshi for three days straight. After that their regular nightly, and sometimes morning, activities had resumed.

Wei Wuxian definitely was not complaining. He’d missed the feel of his Lan.

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji called before opening the door. In his hand was a small tray of food. The spicy aroma filled Wei Wuxian’s senses and had him sitting up a bit straighter.

“What’s this? Breakfast in bed? Lan Zhan, are you breaking rules now?” Wei Wuxian teased.

Lan Wangji didn’t rise to the provocation as he set the food on the table beside the bed. Startling Wei Wuxian, he knelt in front of him and grasped his hands.

“A-Ying,” he spoke softly, his amber eyes staring intently into Wei Wuxian’s blue-grey.

“Zhan?” Wei Wuxian felt a lump forming in his throat. What was going on?

Lan Wangji smiled, a rare full smile that always made Wei Wuxian feel like the world was suddenly a million times brighter. “Happy birthday, my A-Ying.”

His brain was unable to process what Lan Wangji had said. That smile was seriously unfair!

“A-Ying, what do you want to do today?” Lan Wangji asked kissing each of Wei Wuxian’s hands.

“Huh?”

“For your birthday. What would you like to do?” Lan Wangji repeated.

“It’s my birthday?” Wei Wuxian blinked. Was it already that day?

“Mmn.”

It wasn’t customary to celebrate birthdays. Yes Wei Wuxian had planned to do something for Lan Wangji, but that was to make up for missing their anniversary (sort of). Did Lan Wangji want to celebrate him? Why?

“We can do whatever A-Ying wants,” Lan Wangji insisted.

Now that was tempting!

“Then,” Wei Wuxian wrapped his arms around Lan Wangji and slid off the bed and into his lap, “I want a kiss.”

Lan Wangji smiled again before obliging.

The food was cold by the time they were finished.

XxXxX

Wei Wuxian laughed as he walked through the streets of Gusu. This city was certainly different compared to Yungmeng and Lotus Pier, but it was still a bustling area filled with commerce and people. They’d come down from Cloud Recesses because Wei Wuxian said he wanted to tour the stalls and stores. Keeping to his word, Lan Wangji immediately got ready for them to leave.

With the bustle of the people about them Lan Wangji couldn’t relax. Someone could easily use the crowds to make an attempt on Wei Wuxian. As he kept a protective vigil over his cheerful husband, Lan Wangji couldn’t help but find himself smiling.

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian called pulling his full attention. “Get me this?” he held up a small rattle drum. It reminded Lan Wangji of the one he’d seen the first day Wei Wuxian moved to Cloud Recesses, the one that had fallen out of his trunk.

“Mmn.”

Wei Wuxian beamed. “Thank you!”

They continued to walk, Wei Wuxian playing with the child’s toy, until they came to a restaurant Lan Wangji knew Wei Wuxian liked. He motioned for them to enter. They were seated at what could be described as their regular table, back away in a corner where it was easy to see the entrance, but provided plenty of privacy.

“I’ve always liked these,” Wei Wuxian said as he spun the rattle. “Ever since I was little.”

“Is there a particular reason?”

Wei Wuxian’s smile darkened just a bit. “You know I use to live on the streets. That’s why I don’t like dogs.”

“Mmn.”

“Well, one snowy day a pretty kid gave me that drum rattle I have at home,” Wei Wuxian smiled fondly at the memory. “That was the first act of kindness I received after my parents died. I guess that’s why.”

Lan Wangji’s brow creased ever so slightly. He knew Wei Wuxian had been found in Yiling by Jiang Fengmian.

There was a time he’d traveled with his uncle and brother, right after their mother’s passing, and Yiling was one of the areas they’d passed through. He’d gotten a rattle out of curiosity for the toy. If he remembered, it was snowing that day and he’d found a smaller boy sitting alone in the cold, three straw dolls in front of him.

Feeling sorry for the young boy, he’d given him the rattle and was dazzled by the boy’s smile. It had amazed Lan Wangji, impacting him greatly. Someone so unfortunate could smile like that with just a toy. He’d taken his uncle back to that street, but the boy was already gone.

“Wei Ying, how old were you then?”

“Hmm? I’m not sure. It was right before Uncle Fengmian found me, so probably nine or ten.”

The age fit. Does that mean the boy he’d given that rattle to was Wei Wuxian?

“Here is your food,” the waiter arrived, interrupting their conversation.

“Thanks!” Wei Wuxian gleefully started eating. His Lan Wangji was the best bringing him out and treating him to this meal, and just because it was his birthday!

He couldn’t remember his birthday ever being important back at Lotus Pierd. Jiang Cheng’s was celebrated a few times, during his important years, as well was Jiang Yanli’s. Wei Wuxian though got a small acknowledgement when he came of age, when his uncle gifted him Suibian, but that was it.

“Wei Ying?” Lan Wangji broke his rule of no talking while eating.

“Lan Zhan, you’re amazing,” Wei Wuxian smiled at him. “Thank you for being mine.”

Lan Wangji could feel his ears heating up with Wei Wuxian’s words. “Mmn.”

Wei Wuxian chuckled and returned to eating.

The rest of the meal was peaceful, both of them just enjoying each other’s company. Lan Wangji had one thing planned and he informed Wei Wuxian of it after finishing their meal.

“A play?” Wei Wuxian stared at him.

“Would you like to go?” Lan Wangji asked.

“Sure. If this is something my Zhan decided to take me to, it must be interesting.”

And it was. The play told the story of two soulmates separated by family and war, who fought to get back to each other despite all that was against them. Wei Wuxian watched the performance with rapt attention. He wasn’t really one for plays to be honest, sitting still for that long never seemed like a good time, but as he watched the performers he rethought his feelings on the matter.

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian moved closer to his husband as they watched the lovers being reunited after years apart. “Would you wait for me?”

“Yes.”

Wei Wuxian laughed. “You didn’t even think about it.”

Lan Wangji turned so he was looking directly at Wei Wuxian. “I will always wait for Wei Ying.”

Those words tugged at something in Wei Wuxian. Like a forgotten promise being re-affirmed between them.

“I love you,” was all he could say before kissing Lan Wangji softly.

“Would you?” Lan Wangji asked.

“Hmm?”

“Would you wait for me?” Lan Wangji asked.

“Nope!” Wei Wuxian smiled. “I’d search for you and never stop until I was back in your arms.”

Lan Wangji frowned.

“What’s wrong?” Did he not like his answer? But it was truth. Wei Wuxian wasn’t one for waiting. If something took his Lan Wangji from him he’d look for him till the ends of the world.

“You’re answer is better,” Lan Wangji explained.

“Oh, Zhan,” Wei Wuxian set his head on Lan Wangji’s shoulder. “Neither answer is better. What matters is in the end, we’d be together. No matter what.”

“Mmn.”

Lan Wangji placed a kiss to the top of Wei Wuxian’s head as they returned to focusing solely on the play. The final scenes were quite heart wrenching. Despite everything, the two lovers were still parted, having fallen in battle side by side. Torn apart by the forces that wanted to keep them from each other.

The epilogue provided some hope, indicating they found each other in their next life and were happy.

Wei Wuxian wiped tears from his eyes. Maybe he should watch more plays? That was amazing!

“Thank you Lan Zhan, that was great,” Wei Wuxian smiled as they left the theater.

“Mmn.”

“Did you not like it?” With how oddly romantic the Lans were Wei Wuxian figured that was the reason Lan Wangji wanted to see this play. Tragic lovers who gave everything to be with each other only to die together, definitely seemed like a Lan thing.

“He shouldn’t have let her go,” Lan Wangji said.

Wei Wuxian blinked thinking about what scene his husband was talking about. Right! When the heroine had decided to run away to protect him and allow him to marry the woman his family had chosen.

“I understand why she did,” Wei Wuxian said softly.

“What?” Lan Wangji stopped.

“Well,” Wei Wuxian looked down to his feet, “If I was her, and I thought it would be best for you, I would also-“

“No!” Lan Wangji grabbed Wei Wuxian’s hands. “Only Wei Ying. No one else!”

He was panicking. Why was Wei Wuxian talking like he would leave him if someone else appeared? How could there possibly be someone else?

“It’s okay, Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian freed one of hands and light touched Lan Wangji’s cheek. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m just saying, if I was in her position I-“

“But I wouldn’t!” Lan Wangji declared. “He’s a fool for accepting another.”

“Oh, Zhan,” Wei Wuxian smiled. He glanced around and realized they’d drawn quite the crowd. “Come with me.” He tugged on Lan Wangji’s hand and pulled him away from their audience. Hidden in a back alley, away from prying eyes, Wei Wuxian kissed his lover. “Handsome, strong Lan Zhan, how can you be compared to a powerless man who must follow his family’s wishes?”

“And Wei Ying, you are not an enemy to be defeated,” Lan Wangji affirmed.

A stirring, again. Like something familiar that those words pulled up. Whatever it was, it was gone just as fast as Lan Wangji continued the kiss, pressing Wei Wuxian against the side of a building.

“Ah, Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian moaned as one Lan Wangji’s hands grabbed his ass. “Let’s find an Inn for the night. What do you say? We can return in the morning? Right?”

Lan Wangji bit Wei Wuxian’s neck. “Mnn.”

They parted and quickly sought out an inn they knew well. They’d barely made it passed the threshold of their room, the door just sliding closed, before Lan Wangji was removing his forehead ribbon and tying it around Wei Wuxian’s hands.

“So impatient, Zhan-er-gege,” Wei Wuxian teased. “I thought today was my day?”

Lan Wangji frowned. “Extra service,” was his answer.

A thrill raced down Wei Wuxian spine and he felt himself grow even more excited with Lan Wangji’s words. Their lips crashed, their clothes discarded in a heap, and they didn’t return to Cloud Recesses until later in the afternoon the next day.

XxXxX

Su Minshan ate the food the other person had brought him in silence. He couldn’t believe he’d fucking missed! And now he had two of the great sects searching for him, not to mention that Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan were also on his trail.

“We should move you soon,” his savior said. “This place won’t be safe for much longer.”

“Damn that Wei Wuxian,” Su Minshan cursed. “Why does no one else see this is wrong? Hunguan-Jun is being corrupted by that thing!”

A soft chuckle filled the room. “I understand how you feel, Su She, but you must remain calm. Soon they’ll let their guard down, and then you can try again.”

“Yes. You’re right.”

“Besides, Jiang Cheng and Wen Qing should be greeting their child soon. That means Wei Wuxian will have to the leave the safety of Gusu and Cloud Recesses. When that happens there will be a chance.”

Su Minshan smiled. The child’s one month ceremony! Wei Wuxian was Jiang Cheng’s martial brother. Surely he’d attend such an important moment.

“What about you?” Su Minshan looked to the other man. He still couldn’t understand why he was helping him. Surely he wanted something.

“I need you to succeed, so I can take advantage of the confusion,” his benefactor smiled.

He wasn’t certain how him getting rid of Wei Wuxian could possibly help this man. He had a solid position within his sect and was even deeply trusted. Surely anything he wanted to do he could do without needing a distraction as insignificant as the death of Wei Wuxian?

No. It didn’t matter. He didn’t care what this man’s plans were. In the end all that matter was saving his perfect Hunguan-Jun from that obnoxious rat. He’d even accept the help of a demon if it meant seeing his goal achieved.

“I’ll be in your care,” Su Minshan held out his hand.

“Good to be working with you,” the other took it and they shook.

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Chapter Sixteen
Birth of an Heiress

The news of Wen Qing having successfully given birth to a healthy baby girl came a little over a month after Wei Wuxian’s birthday. The two were in the back part of Cloud Recesses feeding the rabbits when the messenger bird arrived.

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji watched him closely as he read the news. “You want to go.”

It wasn’t a questions. He knew the other wanted to be there for his brother and sister-in-law in this moment. But, it wasn’t safe to travel that far without preparation.

“I do,” Wei Wuxian sighed as knelt back down amongst the dozen or so white fluffy rabbits that were surrounding them. “But, I will wait for the one month ceremony, as we promised. Cheng-Cheng even reminded me to stay put.” He handed the letter to Lan Wangji.

Sure enough, in bold writing at the end it clearly warned Wei Wuxian to not leave Cloud Recesses until the one month ceremony.

With a humph, Wei Wuxian laid back in the grass and stared up at the blue sky above. He could hear the sound of one of the many streams that flowed through Cloud Recesses close by. It was so peaceful here. Almost enough to make him forget why he couldn’t leave freely like he wanted to.

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji sat beside him. “This won’t be forever.”

“I know,” Wei Wuxian smiled up at him.

He did know, but it was still irritating as all fuck to be essentially trapped within Gusu. The farthest he was allowed to go was Caiyi town and the forests just around the area. Places heavily monitored by the Gusu Lan Sect. Even if the one after his life wanted to attack him here, he couldn’t. The entire sect was on alert, a temporary rule had even been made that Wei Wuxian was not to be left alone. Even within Cloud Recesses!

Su Minshan’s entry rights had been revoked, much to the dismay of his family and a few elders. But, after over two months of searching the disciple was still nowhere to be seen. Jiang Cheng had at this point declared Su Minshan the culprit and put a price on his head for his immediate capture should anyone find him. Thanks to that many smaller clans wanting to get into the good graces of both Yunmeng Jiange and Gusu Lan were on the lookout for the fugitive.

A rabbit hopped onto Wei Wuxian’s chest. Absently he stroked the fluff ball’s pristine fur. He was glad the little critters were finally warming up to him. It had taken weeks for them to even get use to his presence when he and Lan Wangji would come to feed them. Now they approached him on their own, and had even started to cling to him like they did his partner.

“I think the one month ceremony would be an excellent time for something to happen,” Wei Wuxian said aloud.

“Mmn.”

“If they’re still targeting me, that will be their best option. We can use that to our advantage.”

“No.”

“Come on Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian sat up, holding the rabbit to his chest so it didn’t fall. “You know I’m right.”

“Will not use you as bait.”

“Why not? We’ve done it before!”

“That was different. This time,” Lan Wangji drifted off. This time the one they were hoping to catch was actively aiming for Wei Wuxian’s life. It wasn’t the same as just making someone interested and luring them out. One misstep and Wei Wuxian could be…

“Hey, look at me,” Wei Wuxian grabbed Lan Wangji’s face and forced their eyes to meet. “I am not going to leave you. Nothing can take me from your side. Especially not a coward like Su Minshan.”

Lan Wangji just kissed the other man. The rabbit jumped free of his place on Wei Wuxian’s lap as the two men fell back to the ground together, limbs entangled.

“Ehem!” The sound of someone clearing their throat had the two parting quickly. “Excuse me Hunguan-Jun, Young Master Wei, but there is someone here to see you both.” The disciple never came into sight, probably too terrified to face Lan Wangji for intruding. The entire sect was more than aware of how much Lan Wangji liked his privacy, even more so when he was with Wei Wuxian.

“I’m not expecting anyone,” Wei Wuxian frowned as he stood up. “You Lan Zhan?”

“No.”

Both confused, they got up and headed for the Yanshi. As they walked those they passed bowed in recognition of their presence. It was something Wei Wuxian hadn’t gotten use to yet. Back and Lotus Pier the younger disciples weren’t as formal. Most waved or called out to him. Here the disciples and sect members bowed and spoke in hushed respectful tones.

It made Wei Wuxian’s skin crawl.

“Wei Wuxian! Hunguan-Jun,” Nie Huaisang greeted as they entered the Yanshi.

“Nie Huaisang,” Wei Wuxian smiled at his friend. They greeted each other with an energetic pat on the back. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to deliver the latest paperwork from Second Brother Xichen,” Nie Huaisang said, indicating a chest sitting on the table. “I also thought since I’m here we could catch up? Any good news?”

“Actually, yes,” Wei Wuxian’s smile got bigger. “My niece has been born!”

Nie Huaisang’s eyes widened. “That’s great news! I’ll inform my brother as soon as I’m home. We will send a gift to the young heiress immediately.”

“Right! The gift,” Wei Wuxian turned to Lan Wangji. “We need to have it sent over.”

“Mmn.”

“Now, Nie Huansang,” Wei Wuxian looked to his friend, “Why exactly are you here? These documents aren’t so important that the second master of Nie needs to deliver them.”

Nie Huaisang opened his fan and waved it in front of his face before hiding behind it. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t try that with me,” Wei Wuxian laid his arm over Nie Huaisang’s shoulders.

Nie Huaisang frowned before smiling and moving away from Wei Wuxian. “Make Master Lan Wangji stop glaring at me! I have no such interest in Master Wei Wuxian.”

“Then tell me,” Wei Wuxian grinned moving in closer with every intention of draping himself on his friend’s shoulders again.

Nie Huaisang dashed away from Wei Wuxian. “I was only interested in perhaps if you had any new information in regards to Su Minshan.”

It was Wei Wuxian’s turn to frown. “You know we don’t. Do you?”

“Of course not!” Nie Huaisang paled. “Are you suspecting me?”

“No,” Wei Wuxian waved his concerns aside.

“What about Wen Rouhan?” Nie Huaisang asked. “Have him and Wen Chao been completely eliminated?”

“For now,” Wei Wuxian shrugged. “Cheng-Cheng and Uncle are at least satisfied with Sect Leader Wen’s information. Plus, I was told Wen Rouhan has his own men looking into this.”

“Oh?” Nie Huaisang’s fan came back up to cover his face. “That is reassuring. The Wen clan has so many resources after all.”

“Yeah. Anyways, how have you been?” Wei Wuxian asked. “Still writing letters to Wen Ning?”

Nie Huaisang’s eyes narrowed just the smallest fraction. Wei Wuxian might have missed it, but since living with Lan Wangji he’d become an expert at reading the most subtle of changes to someone’s expression. His friend might as well have glared a warning at him.

“I have, and we’re fine,” Nie Huaisang said, a smile to his voice. “Remember, you don’t need to worry about us.”

“Fine. Fine.” Wei Wuxian tossed his hands in the air and moved to sit at the table. Lan Wangji sat beside him.

Nie Huaisang watched the easy interaction. Those two being next to each other just felt natural. And it was. He felt a sense of satisfaction settle over him as his gaze went to the pair’s swords sitting between them, sword tassels crossed over the other.

“Tea?” Wei Wuxian asked.

“Please.” Nie Huaisang sat opposite his friend and Lan Wangji. He and Wei Wuxian talked and caught up on all the latest stories from around the area, Nie Huaisang telling of what was happening outside of Gusu.

“Gossiping is forbidden,” Lan Wangji warned.

“We’re not gossiping!” Wei Wuxian exclaimed. “We’re relating current events and relevant news.”

“Exactly,” Nie Huaisang agreed from behind his fan.

“Shameless.”

Wei Wuxian smiled and tapped his shoulder to Lan Wangji’s. Nie Huaisang’s expression softened. He was reminded of their time studying here as he watched the two. The scene was in stark contrast to how they were back then, but it still stirred a sense of familiarity. This was how Lan Wangji and Wei Wuixan should be. Together.

XxXxX

Wen Rouhan looked at the birth announcement sent to him by his niece. He knew that when he’d agreed to Wen Qing’s marriage into the Yungmeng Jiang sect it would change the future greatly. But this? Three generations of the Jiang clan now lived in his time. That had never happened before.

There was always just the two, Jiang Fengmian and his children.

Now, he was looking at the name of the third. An announcement he didn’t know how he felt about. His desires to rule the cultivation world were iced, replaced by the fear of repeated tries and failures. Each one with an even greater disaster and horror. Looking at his great-niece’s name he felt something else for the first time in how many cycles?

He didn’t know what it was that made him keep repeating this over and over again, but was this why?

Jiang Xiang.

“Father.” It was Wen Xu, his eldest son. “You called for me?” he bowed deeply.

“Wen Qing has given birth,” Wen Rouhan announced. “You will deliver our gift to the baby girl.”

“A girl?” Wen Xu frowned. “Of course she couldn’t give birth to a proper son.”

Wen Rouhan’s eyes flashed with power, a warning to his son. “Remember my orders.”

“Yes Father,” Wen Xu bowed deeper.

XxXxX

Jiang Yanli smiled brightly, happy tears shimmering in her eyes as she read the letter that had just arrived from Lotus Pier. She was officially an aunt. Her niece had made it into the world. She thought of the gift she’d had prepared for weeks now. It was finally time to have it delivered to her beloved younger brother and sister-in-law.

“A-Xiang,” Jiang Yanli said her niece’s name.

“Is that what they’ve named the baby?” Jin Zixuan asked walking into the pavilion Jiang Yanli was sitting at. She’d been having tea and watching the flowers waiting for him when the letter arrived.

“It’s a beautiful name, for I’m sure a beautiful baby girl,” Jiang Yanli wiped a tear from her eye. She was thankful Wen Qing was healthy as well. There had been no complications during the birth. Thank the heavens.

Jin Zixuan was also thankful. Now maybe his wife would stop praying to the ancestors every night? He understood she was worried, childbirth was a terrifying time for a woman after all. But it would be nice to have her return to their chambers not frozen from kneeling on the ground.

“Will we deliver the gift ourselves?” Jin Zixuan asked, taking his wife’s hand as he sat down.

“Yes,” Jaing Yanli smiled. “I just wish we could see A-xian as well.” She knew there was an agreement in place that for his safety Wei Wuxian wouldn’t be attending the one week celebration. She was eager for the one month ceremony, and seeing both of her brother’s together.

“I’ll have them prepare,” Jin Zixuan motioned for a maid to begin packing. With that done, he turned his attention solely to his happy wife. He liked seeing her like this. Hopefully, one day that happiness would be theirs to share as well.

XxXxX

Jiang Cheng sat on the edge of the bed and could only stare in awe at his sleeping wife and baby girl. He couldn’t imagine ever being so happy.

“A-Cheng?” Wen Qing’s eyes fluttered before opening. “Why are you awake?”

“I can’t sleep,” Jiang Cheng said before pressing a kiss to Wen Qing’s brow. “You’re amazing my dear. She’s beautiful.”

Wen Qing smiled. “With us as her parents, she was bond to be. Now, sleep.”

At his wife’s urging, Jiang Cheng laid beside her, the baby between them. He couldn’t sleep though. Even as Wen Qing drifted back into unconsciousness, Jiang Cheng lay awake looking at his future and feeling his heart swell.

If this was happiness, he thanked the heavens for it and swore to protect it with everything he had.

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Chapter Seventeen
One Month Celebration

Wei Wuxian was practically giddy as he waited by the gate of Cloud Recesses. They were finally heading for Yunmeng and Lotus Pier! For a month he’d waited anxiously to leave. Now, with the departure directly in front of him Wei Wuxian could barely hold still.

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji walked to his side. “Do not go far from my side.”

“I know Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian sighed dramatically. “I know already! Can we go?”

Lan Wangji nodded and without so much as another word Wei Wuxian mounted Suibian and flew off toward Yunmeng. He wanted to fly as fast as he could, but couldn’t. He wasn’t worried about Lan Wangji keeping up, he knew his husband could, but the others with them would no doubt struggle. For the sake of “security” they were traveling with half a dozen other trusted members of the sect.

Wei Wuxian hated it.

If it was just Lan Wangji and him they could travel at a much quicker pace making it harder for anyone that wanted to track their movements.

Admittedly it wasn’t like the Gusu Lan Sect members traveling with them where slow. If anything Wei Wuxian had to admit they were all fairly talented. They just weren’t to Lan Wangji’s level. Then again, very few cultivators were.

Wei Wuxian secretly took a moment to admire his talented husband as they flew. Even as they passed above trees, the wind sweeping around them, Lan Wangji maintained his perfectly flawless image. Not a strand out of place, his robes not wrinkling the slightest.

On the other hand, Wei Wuxian knew the second he’d touched down he’d have to do something about his appearance. He wore his hair in a high ponytail for a reason! How Lan Wangji managed to keep his gorgeous long ebony locks from becoming an absolute mess he hadn’t a clue. And he had tried to figure it out to.

Maybe it had something to do with the headband?

No. He knew better. Looking back to their following entourage Wei Wuxian noted more than one of them with their hair flying wildly behind them. Yeah, it definitely was just a Twin Jade of Lan thing, since Wei Wuxian had observed a similar defiance to physics in Lan Xichen.

Either way, it certainly made admiring his perfect husband easier and Wei Wuxian enjoyed the scene periodically as they flew.

Halfway through the day their party stopped in a small clearing after checking to ensure no one was around. Wei Wuxian sat with his back to a large tree, his gaze sweeping through the forest. To be on the safe side he’d set up a talisman above him on the tree. Unless the person aiming for him was of similar strength, or stronger, they wouldn’t get through it easily. If at all.

Lan Wangji was the only who could freely go in and out of the barrier created by the talisman, and that was thanks to a different talisman Wei Wuxian had drawn up for him. It was his own little invention, like a lock and key. Lan Qiren was impressed when Wei Wuxian showed it off.

“Finally something normal,” was the elder’s response.

Yeah, Wei Wuxian had been a bit hurt by that reaction. Sure his ideas were a bit unorthodox, but they were useful! The compass had been perfected thanks to his weeks of being bedridden. And he’d even managed to figure out the spirit-attraction flag! When they’d tested it in the back mountains of Gusu it was a massive success! Based on who drew the flag and their level of cultivation had a massive influence on the flag’s effectiveness, but it was still highly effective.

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji sat beside him, handing over a bowl of soup the sect members had brewed up using dried herbs and vegetables.

Oh how he couldn’t wait to Yunmeng had have real food again! And not something he needed to add spice to after it was already prepared.

Of course his wonderful Lan Wangji cooked for him some nights, but with him taking on Lan Xichen’s duties those nights had become scarce. Wei Wuxian feared he’d fade away from lack of flavor at this point.

He thanked his martial brother for his gift of the chili sauce he’d sent with them, but even that was almost gone now. Maybe he should get a few jars to bring home with him? He knew the exact shop Jiang Cheng had got the jar from. Yes, he would purchase a few jars, and maybe have a date with Lan Wangji on the docks while he was at it?

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian scooted closer to his husband, “When we get there, after the celebration, let’s go on a date!”

Lan Wangji raised a single eyebrow at the suggestion.

“Come on! I want to go shopping in Yunmeng.”

“Hmn.”

“Thank you!” Wei Wuxian wrapped his arms around his husband and kissed him.

The group of disciples that were accompanying them quickly found something far more interesting to be looking at. Anything but their respected Hunguan-Jun making out with Wei Wuxian. How was this appropriate behavior for the second master of Lan?

XxXxX

They arrived at Lotus Pier right before dark without incident. Wei Wuxian wanted to make a big deal out of it, but he didn’t. He knew if he tried to make a fuss and have the extras sent away Lan Wangji would dig his heels in and become even more stubborn. His beloved husband would normally do anything Wei Wuxian asked, but he drew the line at risking his life.

Wei Wuxian knew they didn’t need the escorts though. So did Lan Wangji. They were just there for show. The sad part, the disciples knew it as well. How could they possibly hope to keep Wei Wuxian safe if Lan Wangji couldn’t?

“A-Xian!”

“Shijie!” Wei Wuxian ran to his sister, estatic to see her. “How is Cheng-Cheng and Wen Qing?”

“Both are great,” she smiled.

“And Xiang?” Wei Wuxian was so nervous as he followed his sister through the halls.

“She’s perfect,” Jiang Yanli gushed. “A-Cheng. A-Qing,” she knocked on the door to Jiang Cheng and Wen Qing’s rooms, “A-Xian and Lan Wangji are here.”

“Come in,” Jiang Cheng called.

The door opened and Wei Wuxian looked on his brother holding the smallest, most adorable bundle he’d ever seen.

“Cheng-Cheng, she’s beautiful. Thank god she looks like you A-Qing,” Wei Wuxian smiled.

“For once, I agree,” Jiang Cheng smiled down at his daughter.

“She has A-Cheng’s eyes,” Wen Qing defended motioning for Jiang Cheng to give the baby back to her.

 “And his frown,” Jin Zixuan said. He was sitting at a table off to the side. Judging by the amount of tea cups, Jiang Yanli had been sitting with him not too long ago.

Wei Wuxian laughed. Of course she’d inherit her father’s most distinctive trait.

“She’s perfect,” Jiang Fengmian said coming into the room.

“Of course she is!” Madam Yu agreed, probably for the first time.

“Uncle. Madam Yu.” Wei Wuxian bowed to the leaders of the sect. Lan Wangji mirrored the action beside him. “Sorry we didn’t greet you first.”

“It’s fine,” Jiang Fengmian waved the formality aside. “I know you’ve been anxious to meet A-Xiang.”

Madam Yu didn’t address him, instead moving to Wen Qing’s side and handing over a small rattle.

“Another one?” Jiang Cheng sighed. “Mother, you’re spoiler Xiang.”

The withering glare she shot her son was mixed with love. “She’s my first grandchild. I will spoil her how I wish.”

“I also found this blanket in town,” Jiang Fengmian said pulling out a beautifully embroidered blanket.

“The ceremony is tomorrow!” Jiang Cheng sighed dramatically.

“These are separate from that,” both his parents said.

Wei Wuxian watched the scene, finding a strange sense of happiness and separation from those he called family. Whatever had happened over these last few months, it had brought the Jiang family closer together. He was beyond happy to his see his siblings and their parents acting like a real family. It just…

“Wei Ying.” Lan Wangji’s held his hand.

Wei Wuxian smiled at his husband. Yeah. Even if he wasn’t included with them in this, he was with Lan Wangji. That was enough. Maybe one day they would have their own little family he could truly be part of.

XxXxX

Lotus Pier was decorated elaborately. The only time Wei Wuxian had seen such glamour within the halls was when Jiang Cheng and Wen Qing had been married, and this was coming really close to that. If this is how his Uncle and Madam Yu prepared for their granddaughter’s first month ceremony, how would they respond to her coming of age? Or worse, her marriage? Would they bankrupt the sect?

Not that Wei Wuxian didn’t understand. His niece was absolutely adorable! She deserved the best… but, maybe being at Cloud Recesses was rubbing off on him, this seemed excessive.

Still, Wei Wuxian took his seat for the banquet, Lan Wangji at his side. They watched performances in honor of the young princess and received congratulations from the clans in service of the Yunmeng Jiang Sect. Each of the great sects had someone in attendance. For Gusu Lan it was obviously Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian. Nie Huaisang came as the Qinghe Nie representative, Meng Yao accompanying him. Jin Zixuan and Jiang Yanli presented for the Lanling Jin Sect. From the Qishan Wen Sect, the mother’s family, Wen Xu sat proudly.

When it was Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian’s turn they stood together.

“Congratulations on recovering Wen Qing, and welcome Jiang Xiang,” Wei Wuxian bowed. Standing he motioned for another sect member to step forward, presenting their gift, a beautiful golden hair ornament with an amethysts making up the shape of a lotus blossom set in the middle. There was also several pieces of silk cloth to make garments for the baby.

“Congratulations and welcome,” Lan Wangji said. The second chest presented included teas good for a mother’s recovery.

“Thank you Wei Wuxian. Lan Wangji,” Jiang Cheng said formally. A member of the Yunmeng Jiang sect collected the presented gifts.

Once all the gifts had been given, the banquet started. Wei Wuxian missed the joyous atmosphere that surrounded Lotus Pier on such nights. People talked freely, alcohol flowed easily, and the food was flavorful. It was so different from Cloud Recesses.

Wei Wuxian spent a good portion of the banquet talking with Wen Ning and Nie Huaisang, catching up with his two friends. He urged them both to come see him in Cloud Recesses, since he couldn’t freely travel.

“I will,” Wen Ning said, shocking Wei Wuxian a bit. “W-with sister having g-given birth, I s-should g-give them sp-space.”

“Nonsense,” Wei Wuxian frowned. “Wen Qing cherishes you. I’m sure she doesn’t want you to leave.”

Wen Ning shook his head. “I-I need to start be-being independent.”

“We can travel together, A-Ning,” Nie Huaisang suggested making a move that impressed Wei Wuxian. “Then Lady Wen shouldn’t worry.”

Wen Ning blushed. “Th-thank you Huaisang.”

Wei Wuxian noted the first name basis. Interesting! Seemed Nie Huaisang was making progress with his pursuit of the shy Wen. Good. Good.

As the night continued they presented Jiang Xiang to the heavens and the four cardinal directions asking for blessings of protection and health. Finally, the parents took their baby to the family shrine to present her to the ancestors.

The guests were left to continue the banquet or retire to their own rooms. Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji took the opportunity to retreat to their rooms. Wei Wuxian had smiled and thanked his brother when he’d been told he was to use his old room.

“No reason to prepare a guest room when this is also your home,” Jiang Cheng said with a huff.

Lan Wangji hesitated at the threshold to the space that had served as Wei Wuxian’s room for his childhood. The small house consisted of one room. For a Lan it was certainly a nice space, but Lan Wangji knew it didn’t compare to the room a first disciple should be given within such a prominent sect.

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian smiled shyly. “It isn’t much, right?” he laughed awkwardly.

It wasn’t. Their Jingshi was more extravagant than this. Sure the fabrics used for curtains and the bedding were of high quality, but there was nothing that indicated this as the room of someone of rank within the sect. Honestly, this could’ve been the room of any random outer disciple and Lan Wangji would believe it.

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji finally crossed the threshold and took Wei Wuxian in his arms. “Is this still home?”

Wei Wuxian looked at him. Their height difference wasn’t all that much anymore, only off by a few centimeters. It made getting lost in Lan Wangji’s beautiful amber eyes easier. Lan Wangji also liked that their heights were almost even. He could kiss the other easier.

“It was for so long it’s hard not to think of it that way,” Wei Wuxian admitted, his head resting on Lan Wangji’s shoulder. “But, our Jingshi feels more like home now. That’s where you are, and you are my home.”

“Wei Ying.” Lan Wangji’s ears brightened with his husband’s words. He hadn’t expected that answer. “Wei Ying is home for me too.”

Wei Wuxian raised his head and they stared at each other again. As if by an unspoken agreement their eyes slid closed and their lips met. The rest of the night was forgotten as they sought the other out.

XxXxX

Su Minshan watched from across the lake of Lotus Pier as the celebration for the young princess went long into the night. His friend had sent word that Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian had retired for the evening, to the same room.

Disgust rose up within Su Minshan as he read the message. He knew something was off when Lan Wangji ordered Wei Wuxian stay with him in the Jingshi. That whore had seduced the honorable Hunguan-Jun into corruption!

Well, soon he’d be free of the demon.

Su Minshan’s hand tightened on his sword. He’d spent the last two weeks secretly surveying and mapping out all of Lotus Pier. Thanks to the efforts of his friend he’d even managed to get the layout of the inner courtyards. He knew exactly which building Wei Wuxian was sleeping in. Now, to put an end to this farce.

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Chapter Eighteen
Su Minshan is Captured

Despite the exhausting day of celebrations and their even more exhausting activities late into the night, Wei Wuxian sat up in bed. Lan Wangji lay with his head in Wei Wuxian’s lap, his arms around the other man’s waist, preventing him from getting up from the bed. Not that he wanted to get up. No, Wei Wuxian was more than content to sit there, his fingers combing through Lan Wangji’s silken hair.

So, when the window opened allowing a new breeze to flow into the small house Wei Wuxian instantly noticed. As soon as the intruder stepped over the window sill Lan Wangji had also woken up. Wei Wuxian continued to calmly stroke Lan Wangji’s hair, humming softly as he did so. He intentionally kept the image of obliviousness.

Once both feet of their visitor touched the ground four talisman’s lit up, sparking an array on the floor.

“What!” Su Minshan exclaimed as he found himself unable to move. “What is this?” he demanded as he struggled against the array masterfully crafted by Wei Wuxian.

“This is you being woefully predictable,” Wei Wuxian smiled darkly as he and Lan Wangji got out of bed. “Honestly, couldn’t you have not met my expectations so perfectly? Maybe come through the ceiling? Or through the floor?” Even as he said it Wei Wuxina knew it wouldn’t have mattered. The entire building was rigged to ensnare whoever entered.

Lan Wangji drew Bichen and laid the blade against Su Minshan’s throat. The pathetic yelp that left him was undignified.

“Don’t kill me!” he pleaded.

“And why shouldn’t we?” Wei Wuxian asked moving closer, his own Suibian drawn.

“It’s forbidden to kill!”

“We aren’t in Cloud Recesses,” Lan Wangji replied.

“Yeah, Lotus Pier has no such rule,” Wei Wuxian sounded cheerful.

“I- I- I’m not working alone!” Su Minshan cried. “If I don’t return others will come.”

Wei Wuxian sighed in disappointment. “See Lan Zhan? Predictable!”

“Mn.”

“We already figured you were working with at least one person,” Wei Wuxian shrugged. “How else could you avoid both Yunmeng Jiang and Gusu Lan for so long? Not to mention everyone else hunting you for the bounty. So, how about a deal?” Wei Wuxian smiled sweetly.

“I’d never make a deal with a devil like you!” Su Minshan sneered.

“Easy Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian steadied his husband’s hand. With Su Minshan’s words Lan Wangji’s sword slid across his throat, breaking skin. “We do need to know who is helping him.”

A banging on the door interrupted them.

“Wei Wuxian!” It was Jiang Cheng.

“One moment.” Wei Wuxian moved to the door and pulled off the talisman above it. Opening the door he motioned for those gathered to enter.

Jiang Cheng, Jiang Fengmian, Jin Zixuan and shockingly Meng Yao entered the small house.

“He really came,” Jin Zixuan looked at Su Minshan like he was an idiot.

“Told you he would,” Wei Wuxian said proudly.

“He was here to kill you moron,” Jiang Cheng sighed, “Maybe don’t be proud of that.”

Su Minshan looked between those in the house. Whatever he was hoping to find he didn’t. His head hung low. He was still unable to move his body, and the toll of the position he was frozen in was starting to show.

“Let’s tie him up,” Meng Yao suggested. “That way we can release the array.”

“Okay.”

Wei Wuxian moved to do just that, but Meng Yao volunteered, so Wei Wuxian didn’t have to be close to him. Once Su Minshan was tied up, hands bound behind him and feet tied in front of as he sat on the ground, Wei Wuxian moved to remove the rest of the talismans throughout the house. They shouldn’t go off randomly, but it was better to be safe. Wouldn’t do to have them get caught in the trap and allow Su Minshan to run away.

“Now, why don’t you tell us how you managed to hide away these last months?” Jiang Cheng smiled viciously at the bound man.

Su Minshan said nothing, his gaze fixating on a single point behind their backs. Wei Wuxian looked behind him and felt a dark hand tighten on him. That bastard was looking at Lan Wangji who’d moved to guard the door.

“I should dig your eyes out,” Wei Wuxian threatened.

“That’s an excellent idea,” Jiang Cheng agreed. “He doesn’t need his eyes to give information.”

“No!” Su Minshan wailed as the Jiang heir moved closer. “I don’t know who it was!”

“Now, why don’t I believe you?” Wei Wuxian frowned.

“I’m a member of the Gusu Lan Sect, we do not lie!”

“You’re also supposed to not covet another’s partner or and not do something as cowardly as assassinate someone,” Wei Wuxian reasoned. “I think lying is probably a small thing compared to those rules.”

“Lan Wangji!” Su Minshan implored.

Lan Wangji said nothing in his defense.

“Please. I was only trying to protect you from this devil!” Su Minshan cried.

“Wei Ying is not a devil,” now Lan Wangji was visibly upset.

“He is! Look, he’s even managed to corrupt you Hunguan-Jun!”

“Jealous?” Wei Wuxian smiled haughtily as he moved to Lan Wangji’s side and wrapped himself around him.

“Don’t touch him!” Su Minshan tried to stand and only managed to fall forward on his own face. The impact broke his nose, blood seeping from his face. “Wei Wuxian, get away.”

Maybe it wasn’t just jealousy? Maybe this guy seriously had something wrong with him?

“What you going to do if I don’t?” Wei Wuxian taunted, placing a kiss to Lan Wangji’s cheek. “Kill me?”

Lan Wangji drew Bichen again, pointing it at Su Minshan.

“Look what he’s done to you.” The man had the audacity to cry! “Why would you defend him?”

“Wei Ying is mine,” was all Lan Wangji said.

“Ah, I love you too Lan Zhan.”

“Mmn.”

“I say we lock him up,” Meng Yao suggested calmly. “Interrogating him like this is obviously not working. I can take him ba-“

“No,” Jiang Cheng cut him off. “Su Minshan doesn’t leave Lotus Pier.”

“With all due respect,” Meng Yao stepped forward, “Young Master Jiang, you and your sect are far too close to this. Level heads must prevail.”

“And they will,” Jiang Fengmian spoke for the first time since the group’s arrival. With the raise of his hand several disciples appeared. “Take him away and lock him up. Keep guards on him at all times. He is to never be left alone.”

“Sect Leader?” Meng Yao frowned.

“I know someone well adept at handling this type of situation,” Jiang Fengmian sighed. “You are correct, my son is too close to this, and having A-Xian taunt him is obviously having the opposite effect. I’ll leave it to my wife from here.”

“Madam Yu?” Meng Yao sounded surprised. “Was she not a suspect herself? What if they’re working together?”

“I’d suggest you watch your words,” Jiang Cheng glared. “What are you even doing here? This has nothing to do with the Nie. Shouldn’t you be with Huaisang?”

“I heard the commotion and thought help could be needed,” Meng Yao bowed deeply. “I am sorry if I’ve overstepped.”

“You have,” it was Jin Zixuan who spoke. “Maybe you should return to your master’s brother? Leave this matter to family.”

Wei Wuxian noted a darkening to Meng Yao’s expression, despite the smile still in place, at Jin Zixuan’s words. Was it because he was being sent away? Or, because Jin Zixuan – his half-brother – so clearly was drawing lines between them?

“I will go,” Meng Yao bowed again and left the house.

“I don’t trust him,” Lan Wangji said

“I know you don’t,” Wei Wuxian watched as Meng Yao made his way back toward the guest rooms of Lotus Pier. “And honestly, I don’t either.”

“Leave it,” Jiang Fengmian said. “Whatever this Su Minshan is hiding my lady will get it out of him. Very few can withstand Zidan. We should all get back to bed.”

And with that the other three men left, leaving Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji alone once again. Just to be safe, Wei Wuxian set the talisman traps back up. He doubted Su Minshan actually had someone waiting for him to return, but it wouldn’t hurt to be prepared.

No, Wei Wuxian suspected whoever it was that was helping the little rat he was much closer than they knew.

Meng Yao’s interest and willingness to help was most odd as well. Why did the aid make the effort? Did Lan Xichen ask him? No, Wei Wuxian doubted that. He wasn’t sure what had happened, but ever since Lan Xichen went to the Unclean Realm there was a distance between them. Perhaps Lan Wangji’s worries weren’t unfounded?

“Wei Ying?” Lan Wangji stepped up to his back, his arms wrapping around his waist.

“I think we should watch Meng Yao,” Wei Wuxian spoke his suspicion out loud.

“Mmn.”

“You aren’t going to ask why?”

“Don’t trust him. If Wei Ying saws so too, more reason not to.”

Wei Wuxian smiled and leaned back into his husband’s warmth. “I’m tried,” Wei Wuxian suddenly whined. “Zhan, carry me back to bed!”

His husband didn’t protest. In a swift motion he picked Wei Wuxian up, bridal style, and carried him to the bed. Wei Wuxian laughed as he pulled Lan Wangji down on top of him.

“At least we have Su Minshan. Now, maybe we can return to our normal lives,” Wei Wuxian said hopefully.

“His accomplice?”

“Won’t act openly,” Wei Wuxian kissed Lan Wangji. He didn’t know why he was sure of that, but he was. Whoever it was that was helping Su Minshan he wasn’t the type to act openly. He acted from the shadows, leading others.

“Fine,” Lan Wangji relented. He knew Wei Wuxian was tired of being locked up in Gusu and Cloud Recesses. Honestly, he didn’t like having his husband restricted either. Wei Wuxian should be allowed to be free. His smile was brighter when he was allowed to do as he saw fit. Lan Wangji wanted Wei Wuxian’s light fully bright, not the dimmed version he’d seen these last months.

“Thank you,” Wei Wuxian said as he yawned.

“Sleep,” Lan Wangji kissed Wei Wuxian’s hair.

“Mmn. Good night Zhan,” Wei Wuxian sighed, burying his face in Lan Wangji’s chest.

This time it was Lan Wangji that stayed up stroking Wei Wuxian’s hair. Once he knew his partner was sleeping, he placed another kiss to the top of his head and whispered, “Good night, my A-Ying.”

XxXxX

The next morning the entirety of Lotus Pier awoke the terrified screams of a maid.

“I didn’t do it!” she was crying as Madam Yu’s maids held her down. “I swear my lady!”

“Then explain how it happened?” Madam Yu demanded.

“What is going on?” Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng said in unison as they came running into the dungeon of Lotus Pier.

Before either of them got an answer their gazes went to the cell that Su Minshan had been placed in last night. He was still there, but also not. His face was ashen and foam clogged his mouth and nose.

“How?” Jiang Cheng demanded looking to the maid his mother was detaining.

“I only delivered the food!” the girl cried.

“When?” Madam Yu turned her sharp eyes to the disciples standing guard.

Both bowed deeply, terror in their eyes. “An hour ago, my lady.”

“Madam?” Jiang Fengmian arrived. His eyes took in the scene and quickly ascertained what was going on. “Have the kitchens searched. Interrogate the cooks.”

“What happened?” It was Jiang Yanli.

“No, Shijie,” Wei Wuxian moved to shield his sister from the scene.

“Oh heavens!” She gasped. He hadn’t been fast enough. “Why? How?”

“Yanli,” Jin Zixuan held her shoulders and turned her away from the sight, “Let’s go back to our rooms.”

“Where are the other guests?” Lan Wangji asked.

“Still in their rooms,” Madam Yu answered. “I’ve ordered they not be allowed to leave. Only family is allowed to move about right now.”

A part of Wei Wuxian soared with her words. Did that mean she finally saw him as a member of their family?

“Didn’t see the point in locking you two in your room either,” she continued. “Since Wei Wuxian is the target of all this.”

Yeah, of course not.

Pushing Madam Yu’s words aside, Wei Wuxian approached Su Minshan’s body. The food looked like it was hardly touched. The only thing disturbed was the water, which had been spilled.

“Did he manage to eat anything?” Wei Wuxian asked.

“We don’t know,” one of the guards answered. “Sorry senior Wei. We weren’t watching him eat.”

“It’s fine,” Wei Wuxian smiled at them. “I don’t think the food was poisoned. I think the water was.”

“Why?” Lan Wangji asked, more for everyone else.

“Because he hasn’t eaten any of the food. Only the cup is disturbed.”

“Who did you get the water from?” Madam Yu demanded.

“A servant!” the girl cried. “He handed it to me as I left the kitchens.”

“Who?” one of the handmaids demanded. “What’s his name?”

The girl sobbed pathetically as she her arm was pulled back painfully. “I don’t know! I assume he was one of the temporary people brought on to help with the banquet and he didn’t leave yesterday hoping to stay on.”

That wasn’t unusual. After a big even sometimes a few temporary hires would linger around the kitchen or laundry hoping to make themselves useful and get fulltime employment within Lotus Pier. Working for the primary sect in the area was certainly a sought after position.

“I swear I don’t know. Don’t kill me. Please,” she pleaded.

“You will remain under guard until this is confirmed,” Madam Yu ordered and one of the disciples moved to collect the maid.

“Please! Madam! I don’t know anything,” she continued to cry as she was taken away.

“She’s probably telling the truth,” Wei Wuxian said.

“I know,” Madam Yu snapped. “Do you think I don’t know my own people?”

“He didn’t say that,” Jiang Cheng defended. “The problem is this unknown servant. With Lotus Pier locked down he’s most likely still here.”

“No,” Lan Wangji denied. “He’s gone.”

“Lan Zhan’s right,” Wei Wuxian sighed. “This guy’s long gone by now. He probably left as soon as he gave her that water.”

“Fucking great!” Jiang Cheng cursed. “Then we’re back to square one.”

“No we’re not.” Wei Wuxian looked to Su Minshan’s body. “Our assassin’s assassin seems to have forgotten who my Lan Zhan is.”

Lan Wangji nodded and pulled out his zither.

“Now, Su Minshan can truly not lie to us,” Wei Wuxian smiled. “This is quite the gift he’s given us.”

Chapter Text

Chapter Nineteen
Hidden in the Shadows

Wei Wuxian watched silently with Jiang Cheng, his uncle and Madam Yu as Lan Wangji began to play inquiry. The soft enticing melody filled the prison, reverberated off the walls and called the departed. Glowing orbs floated around before forming a larger unidentifiable mass and hovering in front of Lan Wangji.

“Is it Su Minshan?” Wei Wuxian asked.

“Yes,” Lan Wangji answered.

“Great! Now, what do we ask him?” Jiang Cheng frowned.

“Easy,” Wei Wuxian stepped closer to Lan Wangji. “Who helped him stay hidden these last months?”

Lan Wangji played smoothly, his fingers gracefully moving across the zither.

The answer came soon after.

“What did he say?” Wei Wuxian asked.

“A friend.”

“No shit,” Jiang Chen spat.

“Calm down,” Wei Wuxian smiled at his martial brother. “He must be reluctant to answer. Meaning it’s someone we all know.”

“That’s not a short list,” Jiang Fengmian said, a heaviness in his voice.

No, it wasn’t. The number of people everyone in the dungeon knew in common could fill dozens of pages. But, if they included Su Minshan in that list, Wei Wuxian suspected that crowd suddenly became thin.

“Is it Meng Yao?” Wei Wuxian asked.

“Why him?” Madam Yu demanded.

“A hunch,” Wei Wuxian shrugged.

Lan Wangji played and the answer didn’t come.

“Can he chose not to answer?” Wei Wuxian frowned.

“He’s resisting.”

“Try again then,” Jiang Cheng demanded.

“No need,” Wei Wuxian smiled, “But go ahead.”

“Why doesn’t he need to?” Jian Cheng frowned.

“Silence might as well be admission,” Wei Wuxian explained.

Still, Lan Wangji asked the question again, this time putting more energy through the instrument. This time there was an answer, it was hesitant as if the spirit of Su Minshan was fighting the answer.

“What did he say?” Jiang Fengmian asked, his hand on his sword.

“Yes.”

Wei Wuxian’s smile darked. “Did Meng Yao kill him?”

Jiang Fengmian and Madam Yu left before Lan Wangji could play the next question. The sect leader ordered several of his men to follow them to the guest rooms.

“He doesn’t know,” was Lan Wangji’s answered.

“Thank you Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian set his hand on Lan Wanjgi’s shoulder. “We should follow Uncle Fengmian and Madam Yu.”

Jiang Cheng was already chasing after his parents. Wei Wuxian spared Su Minshan’s body one last pitying look before going after them. As they made their way through the halls of Lotus Pier Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but think this was too easy. Meng Yao had managed to hide Su Minshan for months. He was also well aware of the Gusu Lan Sect’s specialty with music. Why risk it by killing the one person that could identify him as an accomplice? Was he even an accomplice in Wei Wuxian’s attempted assassination?

He didn’t know why, but Wei Wuxian felt keenly that he was missing something.

“What’s going on?” Nie Huaisang was asking as the Yunmeng Jiang Sect members searched his rooms.

“Where is Meng Yao?” Madam Yu demanded.

“I don’t know,” Nie Huaisang exclaimed. “He left this morning supposedly to get breakfast, but never returned. I asked someone earlier if they’d seen him. They just said to stay in my room. Why? What is going on?”

“Is this on order of the Nie clan?” Jiang Fengmian demanded.

“What? Is what on whose order?” Nie Huaisang looked truly confused.

“Did you brother order for Meng Yao to have Wei Wuxian killed!” Jiang Cheng shouted.

“Huh?” Nie Huaisang gaped. “Why would he do that?! He loves second brother Lan Xichen. Why would he order something that would guarantee to create heartache in the very family he’s married into? Hurting young master Wei Wuxian would devastate second master Lan Wangji, which in turn would hurt second brother Lan Xichen. It makes no sense for the Nie to want him dead! We have nothing to gain.”

“He’s right,” Wei Wuxian went to his friend’s side. “Meng Yao isn’t doing this on Nie Mingjue’s orders.”

“And how do you know that?” Madam Yu asked.

“Because if he wanted me dead, he’d do it himself,” Wei Wuxian grinned. “One of the things I admired about Sect Leader Nie, he’s very direct.”

“Brother is direct,” Nie Huaisang agreed.

“Then, why would he assist Su Minshan?” Jiang Fengmian asked.

Wei Wuxian shrugged. “I don’t think he helped him try to kill me. If anything, his help came after.”

“Why?” Lan Wangji asked.

“No clue,” Wei Wuxian admitted in frustration. “Only Meng Yao can answer that, and as we guessed earlier, he’s most likely long gone.”

“We can send out search parties,” Jiang Cheng said.

“He managed to hide Su Minshan from us for months,” Wei Wuxian shook his head, “I’m sure he’s more than capable of disappearing himself. No, he’s gone. We can only hope that whatever he was trying to accomplish, he didn’t succeed.”

“So that’s it?” Jiang Cheng shouted in frustration. “We just fucking give up?”

“No.” Lan Wangji’s voice was firm.

Wei Wuxian smiled at his husband. “Nie Huaisang, what do you know about Meng Yao?”

“Um, well,” Nie Huaisang opened his fan and covered his face as he deftly waved it in front of himself, “He’s from Yunping City, and was born in a … well, you know.”

“Yes, we know his parentage,” Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes. “Yunping City is within our territory. How did he end up in Qinghe?”

“I don’t know,” Nie Huaisang answered. “Maybe he was looking for a fresh start? Away from those that knew him and his history?”

That was reasonable, if not for the fact that Meng Yao had gone to Carp Tower at some point before arriving in Qinghe. No, again Wei Wuxian felt like they were missing something.

“How did he enter your clan?” Wei Wuxian asked.

“Oh? He helped me,” Nie Huaisang answered easily. “In gratitude, I introduced him to my brother.”

Meng Yao seemed like a man that didn’t do something without reason. Was it possible he knew exactly who Nie Huaisang was before helping him?

“What happened that required you to need help? Where was your guard?” Wei Wuxian asked.

Nie Huaisang moved his fan further up his face, his eyes flicking around the room. “We were separated by a group of rogue cultivators that had a grudge against my brother. I fell down the mountain side during the fight. Meng Yao was the one to discover me and treat my injuries.”

Wei Wuxian’s eyes narrowed. “You don’t seem too worried for your life savior.”

“I am!” Nie Huaisang exclaimed. “But,” he drew back, “If he was truly involved with trying to kill young master Wei, then I guess I never knew him.”

“No, I guess you didn’t.”

“What are you going on about?” Jiang Cheng grumbled. “This is getting us nowhere! We should send men to Yunping City. Search for anything that connects to him.”

“His mother is dead,” Nie Huaisang provided quickly. “Aside from her, he had no family… other than…”

“My father,” it was Jin Zixuan, he’d come up behind them. “If Meng Yao is the one behind this, then I can guarantee my father is not involved. There’s no way he’d risk Mother’s ire by taking in one of his … illegitimate children.”

“What if he was using him though?” Wei Wuxian suggested.

“To what ends?” Jin Zixuan argued.

Wei Wuxian shrugged. “Well, since the Wen’s have become more subdued Sect Leader Jin has certainly been more outspoken.”

“Watch your words Wei Wuxian.”

“Should I?” Wei Wuxian stepped tower his brother-in-law.

Wei Wuxian recalled when Lan Wangji and he had asked to leave the cultivation conference held by the Wens. It was Jin Guangshan that had protested, as if he was the host and not a guest himself. Then there was the matter of the requests he’d put in to the Gusu Lan sect these last weeks. Thanks to Wei Wuxian helping Lan Wangji with Lan Xichen’s work he’d seen several of the “requests”. Seemingly easy enough things, but still pushing boundaries. Things like asking to use the Gusu Lan sect’s territories to train their disciples, without them attending the sect’s teachings.

“Wei Wuxian!” it was Madam Yu. “Why must you make things difficult? First you try to sabotage A-Yanli’s engagement, now you wish to endanger her marriage? Why accuse her father-in-law? Do you not realize the position this will put her in!”

Wei Wuxian cut his aunt a dark look.

“What is that look?” Madam Yu demanded, her hand tightening into a fist. Zidan glowed on her finger.

Lan Wangji moved closer to Wei Wuxian.

“Enough!” Jiang Fengmian ordered. “A-Xian, do you have any evidence to suggest Jin Guangshan is behind any of this?”

“None,” Wei Wuxian admitted easily enough.

But, with the threat of the Wen’s no longer hanging over the other sects’ heads the Lanling Jin Sect was the next largest, and by far the wealthiest sect. Jin Guangshan was a spineless coward who would never do something if he thought for a moment Wen Ruohan would stop it. The Wen leader wasn’t acting toward anyone though. If anything he was being quiet, allowing the clans to do as they wished. For someone with ambition, but not spine, it was the perfect recipe to act.

And everyone knew Meng Yao had approached his father once. He’d sought recognition, made himself known. Jin Guangshan didn’t have to accept Meng Yao into the sect, he only needed to act like he would.

Yes. It made sense.

The only problem was Wei Wuxian couldn’t figure out what killing him would achieve for the Lanling Jin Sect leader. His death wouldn’t result in much, except Lan Wangji being sad…

Wei Wuxian’s eyes widened. What would his uncle, brother, and sister do if he’d been killed by a Lan disciple?

“Cheng-Cheng,” Wei Wuxian turned to his brother.

“Who are you calling-“

“If a Lan killed me, what would you do?” Wei Wuxian cut him off.

“Wei Ying?” Lan Wangji stared at him startled.

Jiang Cheng’s eyes darkened. “I’d obviously get revenge!”

“Which would lead to a war with Gusu Lan. Two of the great sects, fighting. It would leave a massive power gap no matter which side won.”

“You think too highly of yourself!” Madam Yu taunted.

“No,” Lan Wangji denied. “He’s right.”

“He is,” Jiang Fengmian agreed, to his wife’s anger.

“Over the son of a servant?” Madam Yu gaped.

“Over my brother!” Jiang Cheng corrected.

Wei Wuxian looked to Jin Zixuan. He could tell the other man had realized what he was hinting at.

“My father would never,” even though he said it, Jin Zixuan didn’t sound close to sure.

The entire time they argued Nie Huaisang stared at them from over his fan. “If I may,” he spoke up, drawing their attention back to him. They’d all forgotten he was even there! “Why don’t you ask Su Minshan where he was hiding this entire time?”

“Right!” Wei Wuxian exclaimed. They’d completely forgotten to ask that! Wait. “Can we call his spirit again?” Looking to Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian stared at him expectantly.

“We can.”

“Excellent!”

XxXxX

Meng Yao sat in a cave, his gaze fixated on the entrance. How the fuck had this happened? Su Minshan was dead? That was not part of the plan. Alive the man had a chance to resist, but dead he might as well be an open book. If Lan Wangji was anything like his brother then he probably already drew the truth from his Su Minshan’s spirt.

“Damn it,” Meng Yao cursed. “Now what?”

His mind raced as he tried to think of his next move. Finding Su Minshan was a compete coincidence. They’d crossed paths while Meng Yao was going back to the Unclean Realm to deliver news of Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian being found. It was only because of the arrows he carried with him that Meng Yao even realized the connection. No Gusu Lan sect member would be using such plain arrows for the hunt.

Taking the opportunity, Meng Yao had offered to hide him and written to his father saying he had the key to his wishes. If he managed to bring two of the great sects down his father promised to accept him. But now-

Meng Yao screamed as he threw his canteen at the wall. How! How! HOW! How had things gotten so fucked up! Su Minshan should’ve been able to kill Wei Wuxian last night! How had he been captured? What was that trap the other had used? How had Wei Wuxian known Su Minshan would try for his life then?

“Unless,” Meng Yao whispered. “Unless he didn’t know, and has just been prepared to be attacked at any point since leaving the Cloud Recesses?”

The thought made Meng Yao laugh hysterically.

That still didn’t explain who killed Su Minshan. It had to be someone that knew of his connection to the Gusu Lan disciple, and the fact he wouldn’t talk easily. Meng Yao tried to think of anyone that fit that description. Other than his father no one came to mind.

Had his father done it? Had he sent someone else to kill Su Minshan in fear of him revealing their secret?

Lost in thought, Meng Yao almost missed the small white bird that flew into the cave. The gentle flapping of the wings against his face drew him from his own mind. A message was tied to the bird’s leg.

‘Hide.’

That was it. Nothing more was written.

“Where?” Meng Yao whispered. Where was he supposed to go now? Nie Huaisang surely had told them of Yunping City by now, and the entire cultivation world knew of his connection to the Jins. There was no way he could go to Qinghe, he was far too well known in the region. Gusu was definitely out of the question.

That only left Qinshan. A city of that size might be exactly what he needed. He wasn’t well known amongst the Wens. He’d spent his entire life keeping his head down, only looking up when those around him weren’t paying attention to him. Plus, Wen Chao was there.

Releasing the bird after writing a reply, Meng Yao prepared for his next move. Maybe he hadn’t run out of luck yet. Su Minshan wasn’t the only person who wanted to see Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji separated. No, he could still make this work. He just needed a new pawn, one with more power.

Chapter Text

Chapter Twenty
Lan Wangji’s Birthday

The second summoning of Su Minshan was quick. Perhaps because he’d been dead longer, but he was more willing to give information this time. Unfortunately he didn’t provided them with anything that could be particularly useful in hunting down Meng Yao. Apparently he’d jumped from place to place and region to region. He didn’t stay in one sect’s area for too long, using his teleportation talismans and the coordinates given to him by Meng Yao to get to his next destination.

“What do we do now?” Jiang Cheng demanded.

“We wait,” Wei Wuxian sighed, irritation rising up within him. He hated waiting.

“For him to do what? Try and kill you?” Jin Zixuan asked.

Wei Wuxian shrugged. He doubted Meng Yao was more skilled than Su Minshan. No, he figured the former Nie Clan aide would require someone else to do his dirty work. And, there was no guarantee it was even Wei Wuxian that would be his target. If the aim was to just start a war between two of the sects, honestly that left far too wide a net to cast.

“For him to find his next tool,” Jiang Fengmian answered. “Until then, we wait.”

Again, Wei Wuxian did not like waiting. Sadly, with Lan Xichen unable to preform his duties as Sect Leader any time soon, he had to wait.

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji had put the zither away and stood, “We should return, inform Uncle.”

“Yes, yes.”

XxXxX

…3 months later…

Wei Wuxian had managed to wake before his husband. A feat he attributed to nerves. Lan Wangji had made such a big deal of his birthday, he needed to do something equally as amazing. Lan Wangji deserved it.

Unfortunately for Wei Wuxian he hadn’t thought of one small step. GETTING OUT OF BED! He never woke before Lan Wangji. His husband was always the first to rise, get breakfast, and prepare Wei Wuxian’s morning bath.

Again, Wei Wuxian struggled to get Lan Wangji’s strong arms unwound from his waist. It was like trying to pry the jaws of an ancient dragon open. Why was he so damned strong even in his sleep! How could he possibly prepare something as a surprise or romantic for his perfect husband if he couldn’t even leave his embrace?

He’d been trying to disentangle himself from Lan Wangji’s grasp for a good twenty minutes. With how much he was struggling Wei Wuxian would’ve expected Lan Wangji to wake up. Glancing to the sleeping beauty he had the urge to cover his mouth and nose and force him awake. If he was going to make it so hard for Wei Wuxian to be romantic then maybe he shouldn’t sleep?

Sighing, Wei Wuxian forfeited and just remained in place with Lan Wangji in his lap. He ran his fingers through Lan Wangji’s perfectly straight, long black hair marveling at how soft it was. He’d noticed his own hair had become softer since coming to the Cloud Recesses. Was it all the herbs in the bath water? His wasn’t even comparable to Lan Wangji’s though. It was like touching the highest quality of silk. A luxurious dark waterfall of black that cascaded down and surrounded his love. Wei Wuxian especially liked when these dark tresses encased him during their nightly activities. They created a curtain enveloping them both, creating a world which only they existed in.

Yes, Wei Wuxian definitely like Lan Wangji’s hair.

Well, he liked everything about Lan Wangji.

His eyes, his lips, his face in general was a work of exquisite art that even the most talented artists could never hope to duplicate. Though Wei Wuxian prided himself on the fact he could almost get close to capturing his husband’s gorgeous visage with ink and paper.

Then there was his body. Sculpted was certainly a word invented to describe Lan Wangji’s abs. Those handstands he’d undergone repeatedly had created slender yet deliciously toned arms, arms that still wrapped around Wei Wuxian. Not to mention the man’s legs! How could they be so long? And firm?

Wei Wuxian wiped at his mouth. This line of thought was making him want to wake his husband again, and not for what he’d been planning.

“Nmmn” Lan Wangji shifted, no doubt Wei Wuxian’s excitement had caused certain parts of his own body to rise.

Closing his eyes Wei Wuxian tried to remember all of the Gusu Lan Sect rules he could. Anything to calm himself down.

“Wei Ying?” Lan Wangji’s sleep heavy voice had Wei Wuxian damn near moaning. The man was walking seduction. How had he not noticed until they’d become intimate? Well, no he had noticed. He just hadn’t consciously realized it.

Wei Wuxian met Lan Wangji’s eyes and he swallowed on reflex. Yeah, those eyes were unfair. The heat. The warmth. The want!

“Happy birthday,” Wei Wuxian smiled, his voice low and filled with his own desires.

Lan Wangji rose up on his arms, giving Wei Wuxian the perfect view of everything he’d been fantasizing about. The kiss that followed was filled with every ounce of need Wei Wuxian had building inside of him, and Lan Wangji met him in kind.

His birthday plans for his husband would have to wait. For now, this was far more important.

XxXxX

Lan Wangji watched, amused, as Wei Wuxian fretted. He’d said something about having a gift for him, to commemorate the day. Lan Wangji was aware of it being his birthday, but hadn’t expected Wei Wuxian to get him anything. It wasn’t customary for those of the Lan Clan to celebrate their births. Even for the important dates, when other clans and sects held large celebrations, the Lans usually held a modest banquet.

With a blush Wei Wuxian set a box on the table.

Lan Wangji looked at it. Wei Wuxian had already given him the most important things he owned. Bichen’s sword tassel, the painting he had tucked away in a book on his shelf, and himself. What could be inside this box that had him so nervous?

“Thank you,” Lan Wangji said as he picked up the gift and slid the lid off. It was an oil used to maintain his zither, along with a new cloth.

“I wasn’t sure what to get,” Wei Wuxian finally said. “I noticed the oil you usually use on Wangji is low and the cloth is quite old, so… I also got you this,” Wei Wuxian set another box on the table.

Lan Wangji was still stunned by the perceptive gift. Honestly, he wasn’t sure what to expect when his husband said he’d gotten him a present. This item was practical, and something he needed. Carefully he set the box aside and reached for the second one. Within this box was a new set of calligraphy tools. The white jade handles were in stark contrast to the wooden rings at the top and bottom, shaded a brilliant red.

“Do you like them?” Wei Wuxian asked shyly.

Gently Lan Wangji pulled one of the brushes out and observed the craftsmanship. They were works of art.

“I noticed you use pretty basic brushes,” Wei Wuxian continued. “I know about the rule against lavishness, but … if it’s from someone else then it isn’t an extravagance. It’s a gift.”

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji set the brush back into the box and delicately placed it on the table before pulling the other man into his lap, “I love them.” He meant it.

Wei Wuxian smiled. “I’m glad! I thought really hard on what to get you. You’re not easy to shop for Lan Zhan!”

Lan Wangji kissed the other. “Anything Wei Ying gives me is perfect.”

“That makes it so much harder!” Wei Wuxian exclaimed.

Wei Wuxian was not going to admit he’d written to Lan Xichen and asked him what would be a good gift. He’d also written both Jiang Yanli and Wen Qing and asked what they would usually buy their husbands as gifts. In the end Lan Xichen’s suggestions had been the most helpful, as he’d listed actual things. Both Jiang Yanli and Wen Qing had said something along the lines of “something he needs/likes”. So, in a way he’d used all of their advice.

He’d also considered getting Lan Wangji some teas, but they still had some left from their engagement ceremony. Plus, their wedding was a few months away. He just knew they were going to get more tea at that time. That was also why he didn’t buy a tea set, despite finding the most beautiful jade tea set.

No. He’d gone with these items because they were things he knew Lan Wangji needed, and things he would use every day, making him think of Wei Wuxian.

“I also planned dinner,” Wei Wuxian said.

“Wei Ying… cooked?” Lan Wangji sounded worried.

Yeah, yeah everyone thought he wasn’t the greatest cook. Well, jokes on everyone else. Wei Wuxian was an amazing cook. He just couldn’t help himself with adding spice. His hands moved on their own!

“No,” Wei Wuxian reassured his husband. “I made reservations at that vegetarian restaurant you like.”

“But, Wei Ying doesn’t like that place,” Lan Wangji frowned.

“It isn’t about me today,” Wei Wuxian argued. “We’re doing things that Lan Zhan likes. Plus, they’re plum whine is good, and their dishes have more flavor than here.”

Lan Wangji kissed Wei Wuxian. “I like doing what Wei Ying likes.”

“Man, those lines are unfair!” Wei Wuxian gushed as he threw his arms around Lan Wangji. “If I wasn’t already so in love with you I’d fall for you. Can I do it twice?”

“Please do.”

“Unfair! Those lines are unfair!”

“Love Wei Ying.”

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian covered his husband’s mouth with his hands. “If you keep that up I’ll want to go again, and then we might not make dinner!”

Lan Wangji lifted a single eyebrow and licked his hand!

“Lan Zhan!”

“We’ll make it,” Lan Wangji said. He shifted their position so Wei Wuxian was beneath him. He reached for his headband and took claim of Wei Wuxian’s lips to stop any further protests, though he knew them halfhearted.

XxXxX

They had made it to the reservation, but just barely! In utter embarrassment Wei Wuxian had nearly yelped upon sitting down at the table, prompting Lan Wangji to request a second pillow for him. Maybe he’d been a little rough? But his Wei Ying was just so adorable when he was trying to make him happy. And nothing made Lan Wangji happier than holding his man. Plus it was Wei Wuxian’s fault. He just wouldn’t stop running that delicious mouth of his.

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian leaned over the table, his head resting in hands, elbows on the table. He looked absolutely innocent with that smile. Lan Wangji knew different though. That impish attitude was reflected in his blue=grey eyes. “Guess what I have planned after this?”

Lan Wangji shook his head.

“Come on Lan Zhan! Guess!”

He considered the route today had taken. It was similar to what he’d done for Wei Wuxian’s birthday. So, with that maybe he planned to see a play? Or some kind of performance? He tried to think of anything playing nearby. There was a musical troupe in Gusu, but they were in Caiyi Town.

“Mn.”

Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes dramatically before sitting back down, wincing just slightly with the force of the action. “There’s a star gazing festival tonight,” Wei Wuxian exclaimed. “A meteor shower. I got us a boat to watch from the center of the river, away from the lights and trees.”

That was… surprising. Lan Wangji hadn’t heard about this. If he had, honestly he’d have wanted to go with Wei Wuxian.

“So, what do you think?” Wei Wuxian smiled brightly.

“Perfect.”

Wei Wuxian’s smile remained, but it morphed into something softer.

They ate in silence when the food arrived, Lan Wangji a bit concerned for Wei Wuxian. He was never silent during meals unless it was with the rest of the sect. But when he tried to ask, Wei Wuxian shushed him with a wink and said “no talking when eating.”

Now, on the boat, Lan Wangji was caught by the striking beauty of the night sky trapped in Wei Wuxian’s eyes. Stars raced across the sky, lighting up those endless pools before him. He could spend eternity looking at Wei Wuxian, and Lan Wangji planned to do just that.

“Lan Zhan look!” Wei Wuxian pointed. “It’s gorgeous!”

“Yes. Gorgeous,” Lan Wangji agreed, though he wasn’t watching the skies.

Wei Wuxian looked to him and as if he realized what Lan Wangji had been looking at, his face turned bright red. “Not fair Lan Zhan,” he pouted and scooted closer, “You’ve got the best view.”

Lan Wangji was confused by that. They had the same view.

“Let me see.” Wei Wuxian quickly sat in Lan Wangji’s lap, his back pressing to his front. Lan Wangji’s arms instinctively wrapped around him, holding the other close. “Yep, this is definitely the best view!”

Lan Wangji wanted to protest, if only because he lost the sight of Wei Wuxian’s sparkling eyes, but this was also nice. So, he remained silent, set his chin on Wei Wuxian’s shoulder, and watched the meteor shower with his husband from the same spot. The press of that firm butt against him was a sweet torture he’d pay his lover back for when they returned to the Jinshi. For now, he planned everything he would do to repay and thank his Wei Ying for this wonderful day.

…They didn’t make it back to the Jinshi, instead finding a secluded spot on the shore of the river…

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Chapter Twenty-One
The Bridal Bed and Retreat

Wei Wuxian didn’t know what it meant to be nervous, not really. He was self-assured to the point some would call him arrogant. Yet, as he watched his two sisters approach him he felt a knot forming in the pit of his stomach. He was to spend this night with his friends, away from Lan Wangji in preparation for their wedding.

It was tomorrow. Finally the entire cultivation world would know them as married. Wei Wuxian’s heart raced every time he had that thought.

Finally.

Finally!

Tomorrow he could finally call Lan Wangji his husband proudly in public! It had been eleven long months of waiting for this day. Sure he’d been enjoying his married life the entire time, really enjoying it, but it was all in secret. The clans and sects knew nothing. Only the very select few knew the truth. The two women picking him up now being some of those in the know.

“Are you read A-Xian?” Jiang Yanli smiled warmly at him.

“More than ever,” Wei Wuxian answered.

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji came out of the Jinishi, an unhappy look on his face.

“I’ll be back with you tomorrow,” Wei Wuxian promised, kissing his husband. “Until then, I hope you do your part right.”

Lan Wangji nodded, his hand still holding onto Wei Wuxian. They were already married, there was no reason for his Wei Wuxian to spend the night separated from him.

Still, tradition was tradition, and it was to be observed.

Even as they spoke a group of outer sect members were coming up the walkway, carts being pulled behind them. Wei Wuxian’s eyes sparkled at the sight of the new bed, their ‘bridal bed’.

“We should go,” Wen Qing, little Xiang in a sling on her back, grabbed Wei Wuxian’s hand and pulled him away from Lan Wangji. “You shouldn’t be here for this.”

“Tomorrow Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian called and waved as he was willingly pulled away from the Jinishi. He already knew this part of the wedding tradition was going to be torture for his Lan Wangji. So many other people in their house? It was not a pleasant thought even for Wei Wuxian.

Lan Wangji watched as his man was dragged away. He didn’t remove his eyes from the direction Wei Wuxian had gone until he was completely out of sight. It was when Lan Xichen, having come with Nie Mingjue for the wedding, tapped him on the shoulder that he finally brought his attention back to the group gathered in his garden.

“You need to let them in,” his brother spoke softly. The usual gently smiling man was seemingly glowing. His stomach was slightly extended, proof of the new life he and his husband were nurturing.

A part of Lan Wangji resented his brother at the moment. He hadn’t hidden his marriage, announcing it to the elders before going to the Unclean Realm. He understood why, Lan Xichen was pregnant. The elders of their sect were already upset about that. It was only with the knowledge Lan Xichen and Nie Mingjue were already married did they calm down. Though of course they demanded a formal ceremony once the heir was born.

Which sect the child would be the heir to was yet to be determined.

Even as Lan Wangji fought his irrational feelings, it was himself that kept his marriage to Wei Wuxian hidden, he moved aside to let the outer sect members inside. He’d already cleared out everything from his and Wei Wuxian’s room so there was nothing personal for the others to see or touch. They just needed to remove the old bed and install the newer, more intricate one.

“Why are we even doing this?” one of the disciples whispered. “They’re both men.”

“Shh,” someone else hissed in warning.

“Do you believe men can’t engage in physical pleasures?” Nie Mingjue asked the disciple that had asked about the replacing of the bed.

“Well,” he went to speak when Lan Xichen stepped forward. His swollen stomach was glaring testament to exactly what could happen between two male cultivators. “No. I’m sorry.”

“Once you are done here, you will kneel for three hours,” Lan Xichen instructed.

“Yes, First Master.”

With that done, the installation of the new bed went quickly. Now all they had to do was wait for the auspicious hour and the man that would move it into place.

Many people had been considered for this role. Unfortunately the person best known to them with the most children was Sect Leader Jin, and Lan Wangji absolutely refused to allow that man to be involved in his wedding beyond being a guest – of which he was attending as. In the end Lan Wangji had extended the offer to his uncle-in-law Jiang Fengmian. To his surprise, the man accepted.

“Wangji,” Lan Xichen called him. He’d moved to the table in the center of the middle room and sat down. Nie Mingjue sat beside him. Judging by their positions, he was rubbing Lan Xichen’s lower back with one hand. “Are you nervous?”

“No.”

Lan Xichen laughed. “It’s okay to be. I’m sure Wuxian is.”

“Why? We’re …” Lan Wangji stopped. He didn’t know if Nie Mingjue knew of their situation.

“You are already married,” Lan Xichen finished his sentence for him, “This is true, but almost no one knows that.”

“Wait, they’re already wed?” So he hadn’t known?

“For two years as of tomorrow,” Lan Xichen sighed. “My brother skipped quite a few steps in his pursuit of the Yunmeng Jiang Sect’s first disciple.”

“I’m making up for it.”

“You are,” Lan Xichen agreed. “But who courts their spouse after marrying them? Honestly Wangji, if I was you I’d be even more nervous than if this was your first wedding.”

Lan Wangji didn’t understand. He wasn’t nervous. Yes he’d done things out of order, but Wei Wuxian hadn’t made an issue of it, aside from his first reaction to being told. If anything they were both anxious to finally be able to call the other husband in public.

“Does Sect Leader Jiang and Madam Yu know of this?” Nie Mingjue asked.

“No,” Lan Wangji answered. “Only his siblings.”

“They know?” Lan Xichen was surprised. He hadn’t been told this. “When did he tell them?”

“At the engagement banquet.”

So they’d known for a while. They’d certainly done a good job of not telling anyone. Lan Xichen was thankful.

“I must say, Lan Wangji, you surprise me. I didn’t think going against your sect’s rules was possible for you,” Nie Mingjue said. It sounded like praise, but Lan Wangji wasn’t sure. Being called a trouble maker wasn’t usually praise for a Lan.

Lan Xichen chuckled softly.

They talked casually, well Lan Xichen and Nie Mingjue talked. Lan Wangji listened and only answered when asked directly. As the time of the chosen hour arrived Jiang Fengmian and Madam Yu came to the Jinishi. Behind them several young sect disciples were being led by Lan Qiren.

Lan Wangji was a bit taken back by the sight of the children. He hadn’t expected them to include this part of the ceremony. As soon as Jiang Fengmian moved the bed fully into position the children were invited to gather on it. Lan Wangji watched as at least a dozen kids were seated on his and Wei Wuxian’s bridal bed. He didn’t know how he felt as the tradition meant for good luck and fertility was carried out. They even scattered the customary fruits on the bed.

He knew Wei Wuxian wanted to try, and he wasn’t against it, but it was so rare for two men to cultivate a child. He didn’t want to get his love’s hopes up. The fact his brother had done so did give him some hope, hope that soon in the future him and Wei Wuxian would have their own growing family.

XxXxX

Wei Wuxian laughed heartily as Nie Huaisang timidly cursed the Lans for taking Wei Wuxian. The retreat was meant for the bride and her closest friends. It was a time to mourn her passing from an unmarried maiden and into a married woman. Laments were to be sung and the friends were meant to curse the change and those that caused it.

Nie Huaisang obviously did not have the heart to curse Lan Wangji and his family seriously.

Wen Ning didn’t even dare to attempt.

“We don’t need to follow all the traditions,” Wei Wuxian reassured his friends. “I’m not exactly a traditional bride.” He wasn’t technically a bride at all, but it was the role he was to play, so the retreat was being enforced. “How about we just drink and enjoy the evening?” Wei Wuxian suggested.

“If they won’t curse the Lans, I will!” Jiang Cheng grumbled as he grabbed a cup of wine and downed it. “How dare they take my brother! And to do it so sneakily.”

“Now, now Cheng-Cheng,” Wei Wuxian smiled.

“Who you calling Cheng-Cheng? And you should also be upset! Two years! It’s been two years and you’ve only known for one!”

Lovely, his brother was already drunk.

“What is he talking about?” Xiao Xingchen asked.

Wei Wuxian laughed nervously. “Well, you see, Lan Zhan was courting me for a year before we were engaged. And, well, I hadn’t noticed.”

Xiao Xingchen gaped at him. “How do you not notice you’re being courted?”

“He’s an emotional dunce,” Jiang Cheng responded.

“I am not!” Wei Wuxian defended himself. “I noticed you crushing on Wen Qing. I knew about Shijie’s feelings for that peacock. And then there’s,” he looked to Nie Huasiang and Wen Ning and stopped. The glare the second master of the Nie sect gave him had him rethinking.

“And? And then there’s who?” Jiang Cheng taunted.

“Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan!” Wei Wuxian redirected. “I noticed their relationship very early on.”

Jiang Cheng snorted, but he’d admit to Wei Wuxian being correct there. “Fine, so you’re only a self-introspective emotional dunce.”

“I’m not sure that’s the correct phrase,” Nie Huasiang frowned. It sounded right, but then again it didn’t. “But if you mean Wei Wuxian doesn’t realize things about himself, then absolutely! But, who could’ve guessed Lan Wangji was seriously courting him? Did any of us notice?”

The answer was crickets chirping.

Not a single one of them had noticed Lan Wangji’s feelings for Wei Wuxian. So in that retrospect he could be forgiven. Not knowing his own feelings though, or not realizing what was going on was not something that Jiang Cheng could forgive. How many times had his martial brother copied the Gusu Lan sect rules? How did Wei Wuxian not know he’d married that ice block?

“I do love him,” Wei Wuxian sighed, pulling everyone’s attention. “The fact I didn’t notice for a year is my biggest regret. All those days spent beside him could’ve been so much more.” Wei Wuxian hugged one of his legs as he looked out passed all of them. Yeah, maybe Jiang Cheng was right. He was an emotional dunce.

But he knew now, and Wei Wuxian was determined to make up for lost time.

Suddenly he really wanted to see Lan Wangji.

Drunk, and not thinking clearly, Wei Wuxian stood up and headed for the small window to the attic space they were residing in.

“Oh no you don’t,” Jiang Cheng grabbed his arm.

“I want to see my Zhan,” Wei Wuxian frowned.

“You can’t,” Nie Huaisang grabbed his other arm.

“No!” Wen Ning had attached himself to one of Wei Wuxian’s legs.

“You mustn’t,” Xiao Xingchen stood in front of him, blocking his path.

“But… I want my Zhan!” Wei Wuxian pouted.

“You can have your man tomorrow,” Jiang Cheng reasoned, pulling Wei Wuxian back to his seat.

“Should we cut him off?” Xiao Xingchen asked as he watched Wei Wuxian take another drink from the jar of Emperor’s smile.

The fact Jiang Cheng had snuck alcohol into Cloud Recesses for Wei Wuxian’s retreat showed how much he cared for his martial brother. If only he knew the reason Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji were already married was because of them drinking during their time studying here and Wei Wuxian being punished for it, leading him to the cold spring and the ice cave. Maybe if he knew that part of the story Jiang Cheng wouldn’t have been so willing to break the Sect’s rules against alcohol.

“My Lan Zhan is amazing,” Wei Wuxian suddenly said. “He’s strong, talented with the zither, spiritually gifted, and physically talented.”

Was that a blush and drool?

“He can also cook!” Wei Wuxian gushed. “Yeah, my Zhan is amazing.”

So he’d gone from wanting to see Lan Wangji to bragging about him? If this was any indication of what the night was going to be like, it was definitely going to be a long one. They all silently hoped that Wei Wuxian drank himself into an early rest. Sadly, Jiang Cheng and Nie Huaisang knew better than to pray for such an outcome. No one was better at handling his liquor amongst them then Wei Wuxian.

As if to prove their thoughts accurate Wei Wuxian had polished off several more jars of wine, and was still able to try and sneak out of the retreat. Thankfully Jiang Yanli was standing guard. No matter how drunk Wei Wuxian was, he was never drunk enough to cross his Shijie. One word from her had him going back to the loft.

“Wuxian,” Xiao Xingchen was the last one awake, because he’d not had anything to drink.

“Hmm?” Wei Wuxian looked to his martial uncle.

“Are you truly happy?”

Wei Wuxian smiled in a dizzying display of pure self-absorbed bliss. “Never happier. Uncle, he’s truly my soulmate. There can be no other except my Zhan.”

Xiao Xingchen smiled and nodded. “Then I give my full blessing, on behalf of my martial sister, and our master.”

That smile fell and Wei Wuxian felt his face become wet. Reaching up he wiped tears away.

Xiao Xingchen closed the space between them and hugged his martial nephew. He knew of nothing else to do.

“Thank you,” Wei Wuxian sobbed. “Thank you.”

“Of course.”

Jiang Cheng had woken up in time to hear the exchange. He knew Wei Wuxian loved the Jiang family, but this was something he couldn’t give him. So, he closed his eyes and pretended to sleep and let his martial brother have this moment with the only connection to his mother he had.

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Chapter Twenty-Two
Wedding Day

As dawn broke the sky Jiang Yanli opened the door to the loft and smiled at Wei Wuxian as he descended the stairs. She indicated a room off to the left where a bath was prepared with grapefruit oils. Wei Wuxian caught sight of his wedding robes as he walked by and stopped to admire the stunning red and gold material. The matching veil made him want to chuckle. He never suspected for a moment in his life that one day he’d be going to his wedding as the bride.

Thoughts of his Lan came to him as he continued to observe the outfit. That subtle smile that always shone in Lan Wangji’s eyes as he looked at Wei Wuxian. The gentleness he gave as if it was completely natural. The safety he provided without a second thought. The love Wei Wuxian never believed he deserved to have.

He didn’t care how this happened. As long as it meant the world knew Lan Wangji was his, and he was Lan Wangji’s Wei Wuxian would do anything, even be the bride.

With one final look at the robes, Wei Wuxian turned to get into the tub. After he was done bathing, and had the fresh undergarments on, Jiang Yanli would do his hair and he’d continue to get dressed. The one part of the ceremony Wei Wuxian had refused was the part where his sister-in-law or another woman would carry him on their back. He appreciated the sentiment, but it was not happening.

A small temporary temple had been set up within the house that housed the Jiang clan and Wei Wuxian was led to it where he bowed to the plaques and set to waiting for Lan Wangji.

XxXxX

Lan Wangji was up and bathed before his customary time. He’d dressed himself in his clan’s traditional wedding robes, his white headband exchanged for a red one for the day, and was already kneeling at his family’s temple by the time most of the sect began to stir. Maybe he was nervous?

Lan Qiren entered the temple with a cap in his hands, the direct clan members following behind him. Lan Xichen smiled at him.

“Wangji,” his uncle gave him what might be considered a smile, “I might not entirely agree with your choice in partner, but I do see he makes you happy. The clan gives you our blessing.” With that he placed the cap on Lan Wangji’s head and stepped back.

“Thank you.” Lan Wangji bowed to the tablets representing heaven and earth, then bowed to the tablets of his ancestors, he finally turned to the assembled family members and bowed to them.

His uncle removed the red ball from his sash and placed it on an ornate red chair that had been prepared, the bridal sedan. More than ready, Lan Wangji stood and began to lead the procession from the family temple to the house the Jiang Clan was residing.

Soft music filled the air. Other sects fired off fireworks and clashed loud gongs. The Gusu Lan was more subtle with their procession to obtain the bride. They played their zithers and flutes, preforming the traditional Lan music for the time. They did have the dancing lion and lantern carriers.

Upon arriving at the house the Jiang clan was using Lan Xichen stepped forward and offered the red envelopes of money to those that barred their access to Wei Wuxian. Most of them took it readily, stepping aside, Jiang Cheng though stood his ground longer than the others, his eyes hard as he looked passed Lan Xichen and directly at Lan Wangji. He still hadn’t entirely accepted this. Not that he really had much choice, considering this entire thing was a formality for the rest of the sects and clans to see.

‘Bastard married my brother behind my back. I should make him pay more.’

Wen Qing was the one to pull Jiang Cheng aside finally allowing Wei Wuxian to exit the house.

Instead of being carried, he’d absolutely refused that, they’d laid out a long red carpet so his feet wouldn’t touch the ground and he walked himself to the chair. To everyone’s surprise Madam Yu walked alongside him, a parasol in her hands as she shielded him from the sun and the eyes of others. Jiang Yanli and Wen Qing also accompanied him in the procession from the house to the Jingshi.

The crossing of the threshold was simple, Wei Wuxian just stepping over a small brazier and entering his home once again. At this point Lan Wangji raised the veil from Wei Wuxian’s face and smiled at his husband.

“Almost done,” Wei Wuxian winked at him.

“Yes.”

A small shrine had been set up within the home, which the pair knelt before and bowed. They performed the customary three bows, offered Lan Qiren and Lan Xichen tea (they were taking the place of Lan Wangji’s parents), and finally bowed to each other. A goblet was presented filled with tea instead of wine, of which both drank from.

Now, normally the wedding would be finished and they would retire to their room. But, within the Lan clan there was one more step that must be completed. Lan Wangji stood, a red ribbon in his hand, and with care wrapped it around Wei Wuxian’s forehead. Once that was done, Lan Qiren wrapped a separate white headband, Lan Wangji’s, around both their hands. Together, the two stood and walked up the pathways toward the back of the mountain.

It was at this point the guests gathered in the garden for what was probably the rowdiest banquet ever seen within Cloud Recesses. Wine was not served, but music was played and dancers performed. The usually calm atmosphere of Could Recesses was broken for the night as the sects celebrated the wedding of the Yunmeng Jiang’s first disciple and the Gusu Lan’s second young master.

On the mountain, Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian entered the ice cave together for the second time and before the altar bowed thrice again.

A shimmer in the air signaled the presence of a Lan ancestor and they both looked up to see Lan Yi before them. She smiled at the pair before vanishing once again.

Wei Wuxian was still confused by that. Why did she appear? Why was her spirit lingering within this cave? Where other Lans’ spirits in this cave? If so, why?

“A-Ying,” Lan Wangji called him, pulling Wei Wuxian from his thoughts with the unexpected term of endearment.

“Yes? A-Zhan.”

“Ready?” Lan Wangji motioned toward the entrance of the cave. It was time for them to retire to the bridal chamber for the night, and honestly this was the part they’d both been waiting for. After spending the last night apart, and not having a proper first night with their first wedding, they both were filled with anticipation for what was to come.

Returning to the Jingshi, Lan Wangji picked Wei Wuxian up this time before they crossed the threshold and carried him to their new bed. They unbound their hands, and slowly as if teasing each other they began to undress. When they were both in just their underclothes did they finally come together, their lips devouring the other as they allowed their passions to meld and take control.

XxXxX

The next morning, despite being exhausted and sore Wei Wuxian reluctantly rose with Lan Wangji. First he went to the ancestral hall, where Wei Wuxian greeted and honored the ancestors of the Lan clan, presenting himself this time as a member of the family. After that, they made the trip to the Yanshi where Lan Qiren, Lan Xichen, and the elders of the Gusu Lan Sect waited for them.

Wei Wuxian bowed and greeted the group, introducing himself formally to them.

“Welcome,” Lan Xichen stepped forward, a small box in his hand. “You will now be Lan-Furen,” he winked at Wei Wuxian playfully as he handed over the box.

Inside was the customary white headband of the Gusu Lan Sect. The cloud motif was embroidered delicately onto the white material, signally Wei Wuxian as a direct member of the clan.

He hadn’t excepted this. Yes, he knew he’d be getting a headband. But he hadn’t even dared to hope it would include the cloud motif. Was it normal for brides marrying into the family to get one?

No matter, Wei Wuxian thanked his brother-in-law, and placed the headband securely on himself. He was also no longer wearing the black clothes he usually wore, instead wearing the white robes of the Gusu Lan Sect. Despite them looking like mourning clothes, Wei Wuxian honestly cherished the right to wear the robes. He finally was a part of a family.

“A-Ying,” Lan Wangji wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him close as they left the Yanshi. “Thank you.”

“For what?” Wei Wuxian looked to his husband.

“For coming to Cloud Recesses. For meeting me. For… choosing me.”

Wei Wuxian smiled. “That’s my line. Thank you for wanting me. I know I didn’t make it easy.”

The two, tucked back behind a tree, kissed. They would spend the next few days in the Jingshi enjoying their “honeymoon.”

XxXxX

As was customary, three days after the wedding Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji made the trip to Lotus Pier. They came to greet the family that raised him, and finish the final step of the wedding customs. It hurt, Wei Wuxian wasn’t going to lie, to be received as a guest within his childhood home. Still, he knew the home he had now was where he truly belonged.

“How are you doing?” Jiang Cheng asked as they sat together in the garden, two cups of tea before them.

“Still trying to go through all the wedding gifts to be honest,” Wei Wuxian sighed dramatically. “I think we received five tea sets alone. Not to mention the silks, teas, money, jewelry and I can’t even count how many people sent rice. A-Zhan was saying something about renovating the Jingshi and adding a kitchen.”

“Why?” Jiang Cheng frowned.

Wei Wuxian beamed. “My A-Zhan likes to cook for me. It’ll be easier for him to do so if we have our own kitchen.”

Plus Wei Wuxian had confessed to Lan Wangji that a dream of his was them living in a small house in the country, him working the field and Lan Wangji managing the house. Obviously they couldn’t start a farm within Cloud Recesses, but Lan Wangji decided to add a kitchen to the Jingshi upon hearing of Wei Wuxian’s dream. He wasn’t going to tell his martial brother that though.

“I see you’ve taken to calling him differently,” Jiang Cheng mumbled.

“Well, since I’m a Lan now to,” Wei Wuxian shrugged, “It’s strange to call him Lan Zhan. Plus he calls me-“

“A-Ying,” Lan Wangji, as if summoned by the topic, called for him.

Wei Wuxian smiled. There was just something about being called affectionately like that openly that made him beyond happy. Yes, Lan Wangji had called him A-Ying in private, but this was different now. Now, he called him openly. It was like he was claiming Wei Wuxian as his husband every time he said the term of endearment.

“Coming A-Zhan!”

“Saps,” Jiang Cheng grumbled.

Wei Wuxian stuck his tongue out at his brother before heading over to the other side of the garden. Lan Wangji easily accepted him into his arms and placed a kiss to his forehead, right on his headband. He’d taken to doing that a lot recently. Wei Wuxian suspected Lan Wangji liked him wearing the headband, and the fact he was the only one allowed to touch it.

“We should be heading out soon,” Lan Wangji said.

“Okay. Let’s say our goodbyes then.”

The pair bid Wei Wuxian’s family farewell before leaving Lotus Pier. Several disciples came out to see them off, all with tears in their eyes. Wei Wuxian promised to visit, after all he’d be back for Jiang Xiang’s first birthday in six months.

XxXxX

Meng Yao watched from across the river as Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji left Lotus Pier. He’d been successful in keeping himself hidden within the Nightless city, and had even made contact with Wen Chao. Unfortunately it seemed the younger son of the Wen leader was reluctant to step out of line with his father’s current mental state in regards to Wei Wuxian.

It seemed the Qishan Wen sect leader was warry of Lan-Furen. He could almost laugh at the title. How could a man be the new Madam? Even if both young masters of the Gusu Lan Sect were bound to men, it didn’t make sense for Wei Wuxian to be given such a title. Surely that position was meant for the spouse of the heir?

Then again, that was probably why it had been given to Wei Wuxian. Nie Mingjue could never be called by such a title. He was the leader of his own sect after all. And, judging by the rumors flying, Lan Xichen would soon rise to his own position as leader. The ceremony was set to take place before he gave birth.

Meng Yao just needed to work on Wen Chao a little longer. With so many auspicious events occurring soon Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji’s guard would drop. Then he could make his move. Until then, he’d bide his time and wait.

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Chapter Twenty-Three
Wealthy Clients

Wei Wuxian cut down a corpse and then moved out of the way of another. This routine hunt had become a headache upon learning of the angered spirits on the mountain. Apparently some idiots had decided to rob the graves of a wealthy local family. With their resting places disturbed, they rose up and started causing all sorts of problems.

The family of those risen sought help from the Gusu Lan Sect, begging for assistance in dealing with the matter. Even without the offerings provided Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji would’ve gone, but traditions should be upheld, or something like that. Plus, with Lan Xichen rising to the position as sect leader soon, it didn’t hurt for the prestigious families to put on a show.

Lan Wangji was fighting a small distance from his husband, easily dispatching the corpses in his area. None of them were particularly strong, just bothersome.

Finally, after two tedious hours they’d finally dispatched all of the walking corpses and made their way to the burial grounds.

“They certainly did a good job wrecking the place,” Wei Wuxian grumbled as he looked about the many disturbed graves. Almost every site had been dug up and strewn about. “This is going to take all night to put back together!”

“The Mo family will do that,” Lan Wangji said, reminding Wei Wuxian.

“Oh, right,” Wei Wuxian smiled and moved to his husband’s side. “So, what do we do now? Play babysitter until they get this all tidied up?”

“Mmn.”

Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes before sending off the signal for the all clear. It was another hour before the servants of the Mo family that hired them arrived and began setting everything within the burial grounds right. As they worked a few straggling corpses appeared, but the two cultivators made quick work of removing the threats.

“Thank you,” one young woman said, her eyes gleaming and a blush painting her face as she looked at Lan Wangji. He’d cut down a corpse that had come from the tree line and rushed toward her. Obviously she’d fallen for him instantly. Wei Wuxian could practically see hearts forming in her eyes.

Not that he blamed her. His husband was handsome, strong, and the perfect gentleman. What wasn’t there to admire? Too bad for her, Lan Wangji was not available. Which should be obvious since now that they were officially married both wore the customary buttons on their robes.

“Um,” she stepped a little closer and Wei Wuxian’s eyes narrowed the slightest bit. “Will you let me treat you to a meal? To thank you.”

“No.” Lan Wangji said. “Just doing my job.”

The girl’s face fell and Wei Wuxian held back a laugh. Now he felt sorry for her. His hubby certainly wasn’t one for flowery words.

“A-Zhan!” Wei Wuxian called out. He couldn’t help but feel a smugness fill him the second his husband turned to him and smiled. Yeah, poor girl didn’t have a chance.

“A-Ying, are you okay?” Lan Wangji came to his side. No doubt he saw the tear in his sleeve.

“I’m fine,” Wei Wuxian smiled. “It got caught on a branch. See, no blood.”

Wei Wuxian was still adjusting to the Lan robes. The sleeves were so much more flowy than his previous ones. He knew the rules said not to alter the clothes without permission, so maybe he should seek permission?

“A-Zhan,” Wei Wuxian whined and wrapped his arms around his husband, “Can I change the sleeves to be more like my old clothes? Please!”

Lan Wangji nodded. “We’ll ask brother when we return.”

“Yay! Thank you!!” Wei Wuxian kissed his man on the cheek in gratitude.

A small intake of breath caught Wei Wuxian’s attention and his gaze met that of the girl from earlier. Smirking, he set his chin on Lan Wangj’s shoulder and just hugged his husband. He’d promised Lan Wangji that once their marriage was public they’d be just like everyone else. And he meant it. What could these civilians do to them? Look at them unapprovingly? Scold them? It wouldn’t do them any good.

The girl blushed and looked away after a quick second, confusing Wei Wuxian a bit. That wasn’t the reaction he normally got. Usually when a girl that like Lan Wangji saw them together she glared at him.

“A-Ying?” Lan Wangji’s arm had wrapped around Wei Wuxian’s waist.

“Hmm? Oh, nothing,” Wei Wuxian smiled brightly. “Just scaring away a bug.”

“Mmn.”

Lan Wangji wished Wei Wuxian understood how much more often he needed to keep others away from his husband. Wei Wuxian was popular, with both sexes. Girls found him charming and adorable. Men just seemed to lust after him. It took every ounce of control Lan Wangji’s possessed to not lock Wei Wuxian away where others couldn’t see him.

He did like when his husband showed his possessive side, though. He couldn’t say Wei Wuxian got jealous often, aside from that time with Su Minshan. But he did make it known that Lan Wangji was married to him.

“Xichen is probably exhausted with preparing for the ceremony,” Wei Wuxian suddenly said. “Perhaps we can ask Uncle-in-law?”

Lan Xichen was to become the official sect leader in a week’s time. Due that the Gusu Lan Sect had been preparing for the past month.

“No. Uncle will not allow it,” Lan Wangji answered.

Wei Wuxian frowned. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Even though I’ve been on my best behavior.”

“A-Ying is always good,” Lan Wangji agreed, kissing his husband’s temple. He wasn’t worried about other’s seeing them. Those gathered were far too busy completing their tasks, plus they were close to the tree line out of most of the group’s sight line.

“Any news on your father?” Wei Wuxian asked.

“No.”

Two months ago, only a week after their wedding, his father’s health had taken a turn for the worse. After years in seclusion it was amazing he’d lasted this long. Part of the reason the elders were pushing for Lan Xichen to take over despite his delicate state was because of their father’s declining health.

Some of the elders, those still unhappy with Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji’s marriage, had tried to say it was a bad sign, the leader falling ill right after their marriage. Unfortunately for them Lan Wangji had announced he and Wei Wuxian had already been wed for two years now, and only performed the ceremony to make it official. So their worries were unfounded.

Wei Wuxian had desperately wanted to be there to see the looks on their faces when he’d heard of Lan Wangji’s announcement. Though, it did kind of negate the year they’d spent hiding their marriage if he was just going to tell everyone anyway. Then again, the only reason Lan Wangji said anything was because those rude elders seemed to think they could use Lan Wangji’s father’s illness as a reason to end their marriage.

That was not happening.

As the final grave was repaired, Lan Wangji moved to the center of the grounds, pulled out his zither, and began to play. Wei Wuxian joined in with his flute. The two calmed the angry spirits, assuring them their resting places were fixed and they could returned to peace.

With that done, and the sun starting to rise, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji traveled with the servants back to the town. Arriving at the house of the Mo family that had sought their help, they were greeted by the head of the family, which was a woman.

“Thank you for everything,” the middle aged woman said. “If there is anything we can do for you two, anything at all!”

“You’re welcome,” Lan Wangji bowed respectfully.

“Could you direct us to a good inn?” Wei Wuxian asked. “We’d like to rest before returning to Gusu.”

“An inn? Oh no! You two must stay here. I’ll have rooms arranged at once,” Madam Mo assured them.

“One room will be fine,” Wei Wuxian twined his arm around Lan Wangji’s.

The look the Madam Mo gave them was on of confusion, followed by rejection. Wei Wuxian sighed inwardly. Yeah, this was why he wanted an inn. For the most part innkeepers didn’t care about their customers’ personal preferences as long as they paid.

“We will stay at an inn,” Lan Wangji said. He knew most people didn’t accept them, but he wasn’t going to subject Wei Wuxian to this treatment.

“Of course,” Madam Mo bowed. She seemed relieved now for them to go to an inn. Typical. “My family runs several in the city. I’ll write a letter and have a servant escort you.”

“Thank you,” Lan Wangji bowed again.

“Yeah, thanks,” Wei Wuxian followed suit.

“Mo Xuanyu!” someone shouted, causing Wei Wuxian to look passed the gates. “What do you think you’re doing? Get that crap off your face!”

A young boy, several years younger than Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian came running around the corner laughing, make up covering his face. He couldn’t be any older than ten.

Wei Wuxian felt a small thread of recognition within him at the sight of the youth, but he’d never been to the Mo family before. There was no way he knew the boy.

As they watched several servants ran after the boy, all looking more and more irritated.

“Who is that?” Wei Wuxian asked of a passing servant not involved in the chase.

“Oh, him? He’s the second lady’s bastard. She says his dad’s a great cultivator.”

“From which clan?”

“Um, something fancy. They have a peony as their crest. Gold and gaudy one that man.”

So this was another of Jin Guangshan’s many bastard? Was that the recognition Wei Wuxian was feeling?

His eyes continued to follow the youth until he stopped, his eyes pinned on Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji. Wei Wuxian smiled and waved the boy over.

“Hello sirs,” the boy, Mo Xuanyu, bowed respectfully. “You aren’t the usual clan Aunt sends for.”

“Oh? Who does she usually ask for help from?” Wei Wuxian asked.

“The Lanling Jin,” the boy smiled.

Yep, that confirmed it.

“I hear your father is a cultivator. Do you practice?” Wei Wuxian felt a soft spot for this youth. Jin Guangshan’s illegitimate children weren’t exactly a rarity. But there was something about this one that just made him want to be nice.

Mo Xuanyu shook his head. “Mother says father will come for me and I’ll learn then.”

Yeah, that seemed to be a normal mantra for the women seduced by that rutting animal.

“A-Ying?” Lan Wangji stepped closer to him. Like his husband, he felt a strange connection with the boy. Like he recognized him.

“How’d you like to learn?” Wei Wuxian smiled. “Not from you father, but from me?”

The boy’s eyes widened. “Really?”

“I can’t make any promises since you’re a bit older, but I can say it’ll be better than here.” Wei Wuxian could see the bruises peeking out from beneath the youth’s clothes. “Let’s go talk to your mother, shall we?”

They were led to a small building away from everything else. There was a sense of familiarity the entire walk for Wei Wuxian. Like he’d been there before, but he knew he hadn’t.

“Mother! Mother! Some cultivators are here and want to take me with them!”

Quickly a tired looking woman came out of the small house. Her expectant and excited eyes dulled a bit upon seeing Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji. Obviously they weren’t the ones she was expecting.

“Hello ma’am,” Wei Wuxian bowed. Lan Wangji bowed beside him.

“Did his father send you?” she asked, hope in her voice.

“No,” Wei Wuxian answered honestly, “But I still want to teach him.”

The lady frowned.

“What is going on!” The shrill voice of Madam Mo pierced the air as she came rushing over to them. “Dear sirs, what are you doing here? Did you get lost? Quickly, come this way. This is no place for gentlemen such as yourselves.”

“No need,” Wei Wuxian waved her nervousness away. “I’m just here to collect my student.”

“Your… student?” Madam Mo’s eyes fell on Mo Xuanyu and narrowed. “He’s a bastard! If you’re looking for a student my boy is promising, I swear!”

“Oh?” Lan Wangji was the one to speak.

Madam Mo smiled brightly. “Yes, truly my boy, born properly, would be much better suited for great cultivators such as yourselves!”

Wei Wuxian felt his eye twitch as the woman continued to speak. There was something about this situation that kept feeling familiar and he realized what it was. Madam Mo’s treatment of Mo Xuanyu greatly resembled Madam Yu’s treatment of Wei Wuxian. The ridicule, the abuse, and the indifference of her words around others. All of it served to irritate Wei Wuxian.

“No need,” Wei Wuxian repeated again. “My student will be Mo Xuanyu. No other. Get your things, you’ll leave with A-Zhan and I today.”

“Um…” Mo Xuanyu looked back to his mother. “What about my mom?”

Wei Wuxian glanced over to Lan Wangji. He nodded in approval. It was obvious the woman’s state wasn’t kept.

“You’ll both come. A boy your age shouldn’t be separate from his mother,” Wei Wuxian agreed. “Now, hurry and pack.”

Within two hours the mother and son had packed what little they had and were leaving with Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji. Lan Wangji, while they go their things organized, sent a message ahead to his brother of the situation. The intention was the accept Mo Xuanyu as an outer disciple, with his mother working in the kitchen, she was apparently a good cook. This would afford her a place to live within the sect along with her son.

“Good sirs,” Madam Mo rung her hands together as she stood at the gate. A boy about the same age as Mo Xuanyu stood beside her. Unlike Mo Xuanyu who was unbelievably frail and obviously mistreated, this youth was quite plump and spoiled. “This is my son Mo Ziyuan.”

So she hadn’t given up.

“So he is,” Wei Wuxian smiled. “But Madam, I believe I already said I’m only taking one student.”

“You did, but perhaps your fri-“

“Husband,” Wei Wuxian cut her off.

“I’m sorry?”

“Lan Wangji is my husband, not my friend. And no, he isn’t looking for a separate student. Right, A-Zhan?” Wei Wuxian looked to his stoic man.

Lan Wangji nodded.

“So you see,” Wei Wuxian returned his attention to Madam Mo, his smile gone, “There is no reason for this show.”

The woman gaped like a carp as Wei Wuxian lead Mo Xuanyu and his mother away from the Mo Manor. Even if the boy didn’t become a cultivator worth anything, he could find work within Gusu or with the sect along with his mother. Though, something told Wei Wuxian he’d at least become a low level cultivator able to handle the average undead.

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Chapter Twenty Four
A New Leader & Revelation

Wei Wuxian smiled as Mo Xuanyu finished the last of his morning exercises. The boy wasn’t in the greatest shape, but he was eager to learn. With care they were feeding him nutritious foods to bring his physical health up, and Wei Wuxian was focusing on his mental health, praising the boy and letting him know his progress was just fine. Sure most young cultivators started out younger, but he was only ten, he could still make something of himself.

He had noticed throughout these last few days that his little student had a serious lack of self-esteem. He was shy and meek to the point of being an absolute pushover. Wei Wuxian had made it a point to drill into the boy that he could have an opinion!

“Teacher!” Mo Xuanyu came running up to him, an unsure smile in place.

“Good job,” Wei Wuxian ruffled his hair. “Now, get into the lotus position. Time to meditate.”

His student nodded and took a seat on a stone. Wei Wuxian straightened his posture and smiled. Mo Xuanyu wasn’t particularly talented, but he was eager to learn.

“Lan-Furen!” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes at his formal title. Only one personal had taken to calling him that. Everyone else still just called him Wei Wuxian. Turning he smiled and waved at Nie Huaisang. “What are you doing out here? I was loo-“ Nie Huaisang stopped, his eyes widening in surprise as he came to see Mo Xuanyu behind Wei Wuxian.

“Nie Huaisang?” Wei Wuxian frowned. “Is everything okay?”

“What is he doing here?” Nie Huaisang whispered, more to himself than to Wei Wuxian.

Wei Wuxian’s frown morphed into a half glare. “This Mo Xuanyu, my first student. Do you have a problem with that?”

Nie Huaisang looked to Wei Wuxian with near panic in his eyes. Stepping close he whispered, “Do you know who that boy is?”

“He’s Jin Guangshan’s son,” Wei Wuxian shrugged. “So what? That isn’t exactly rare.”

“Well, no, I mean,” Nie Huaisang looked back to Mo Xuanyu. Why did there appear to be guilt mixed in with his panic?

“What is wrong with you? Have you met him?” Wei Wuxian stepped between his friend and student. “I can’t believe you’re acting like this just because of who his father is. What gives Nie Huaisang?”

As if his words snapped his friend out of whatever had come over him, Nie Huaisang flipped his fan open and he smiled from behind it. “Right, sorry. Just, after Meng Yao, perhaps I’ve become sensitive to Sect Leader Jin’s … extra children.”

“Well don’t go treating Mo Xuanyu like that psycho,” Wei Wuxian warned. “He’s a good kid. It’s not his fault his father is a rutting beast.”

“Wei Wuxian!” Nie Huaisang gasped. “Should you be saying that in front of the boy?”

Wei Wuxian looked back to the youth. “He’s mediating. If he’s doing it right he shouldn’t be paying attention to us.”

Nie Huaisang looked over Wei Wuxian’s shoulder to the younger boy. Again there was a recognition in his eyes. Wei Wuxian couldn’t understand it. Mo Xuanyu didn’t particularly look like those of the Jin clan, unlike Meng Yao who resembled his father at least a bit. Mo Xuanyu was blessed with the good looks of his mother. So, how did Nie Huaisang know he was Jin Guangshan’s son?

“How did yo-“

“Right!” Nie Huaisang snapped his fan closed and smiled brightly. “I came to collect you. The ceremony should be starting soon. We should all head to the ceremony hall.”

Wei Wuxian’s eyes narrowed on his friend. He was hiding something. He couldn’t tell what, but it definitely had to do with Mo Xuanyu.

“A-Ying, Mo Xuanyu,” Lan Wangji came up the path. “It’s time to go. Nie Huaisang, what are you doing here?”

“I came to collect Lan-Furren, and got the chance to meet your new student. I’m assuming he’s your student as well?” Nie Huaisang asked, his fan back in place. His earlier unease all but vanished.

Lan Wangji nodded.

Wei Wuxian tapped Mo Xuanyu on the shoulder, signaling him to stop mediating. “It’s time for Xichen’s ascension ceremony. Let’s go. You’ll return to practice after.”

“Yes Teacher!” Mo Xuanyu jumped up and bounced beside Wei Wuxian with starry eyed admiration. When Lan Wangji moved to their side he gave the other a similar look.

Nie Huaisang watched the enter thing, unease filling him. Turning from the scene, he made his way back to his brother. The entire time he tried to push Mo Xuanyu from his mind.

It proved futile. The second Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji appeared in the ceremony hall, Mo Xuanyu trailing behind them Nie Huaisang tensed. He had to force himself to relax. The boy was still so young, and obviously already vastly different. Plus, Nie Huaisang looked to his brother standing beside Lan Xichen, things were so different now.

Yeah, this could be a good thing Nie Huaisang decided.

Wei Wuxian noticed Nie Huaisang’s gaze, but couldn’t figure out why he was so uneasy with Mo Xuanyu. The boy wasn’t even a teenager. He’d just started cultivating. There was no way he could be seen as a threat, if that’s what he was worried about. As for his connection to Jin Guangshan, Wei Wuxian had no intention of making that particular detail public knowledge. If, after Mo Xuanyu made something of himself, the youth decided to reveal his parentage that would be his decision.

For now, he was merely Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji’s student.

Most just assumed Wei Wuxian had taken in an outsider as a student as a method to irritate the elders, without breaking of the Gusu Lan Sect rules. A fun little bonus Wei Wuxian would admit to his spontaneous act of pity.

And that’s exactly what it was, Wei Wuxian had decided. Due to the similarities he saw between Mo Xuanyu and himself he pitied the child and wanted to do something to help him. Perhaps it was a way of healing himself, by giving Mo Xuanyu a better life. Whatever his reasons were, Wei Wuxian knew he wouldn’t regret taking Mo Xuanyu and his mother in. He wasn’t one to regret his decisions to begin with.

The ceremony started and Wei Wuxian quickly checked out mentally. These formal ceremonies were already unbelievably boring. How did the Gusu Lan Sect make them even more so?

Lan Wangji noticed his husband’s instant lack of attention, but chose to ignore it. He knew that if he needed Wei Wuxian to be attentive for a certain part he need only nudge him. Thankfully, there was nothing for him to do today. The passing of the torch, so to speak, was all done by their uncle since their father was too ill to do it himself.

The longest part of the ceremony was the reading of the responsibilities of the sect leader and the taking of oaths to uphold the sect’s rules.

Lan Xichen preformed his part flawlessly, even while being well into his third trimester of pregnancy.

Wen Qing was in the hall. Since Lan Xichen was reaching the end of his pregnancy she had decided to stay close. Jiang Cheng was going back and forth between Lotus Pier and both Cloud Recesses and the Impure Realm – which ever Wen Qing and Jiang Xiang was at. She’d been against this ceremony taking place at such a sensitive time, but understood why the sect was pushing for it.

The lack of an active and present Sect leader was profoundly felt within Gusu and Cloud Recesses. Lan Qiren, Lan Xichen, and even Lan Wangji had been filling in wonderfully, but an official leader was needed. That leader was rightfully Lan Xichen.

As the ceremony ended Lan Xichen rose and greeted the entirety of the sect. At this point Lan Wangji nudged Wei Wuxian and he seamlessly stood alongside his husband and bowed to the new sect leader.

A small and quiet banquet took place directly following. Lan Xichen, with Nie Mingjue at his side, was seated before everyone. He was the only one whose menu was different. Due to his pregnancy he was permitted to have meat. Wei Wuxian envied his brother-in-law suddenly.

“Later,” Lan Wangji whispered as he exchanged his empty soup bowl for Wei Wuxian’s nearly full one.

Wei Wuxian smiled and picked at the roots and vegetables atop his rice. That meant Lan Wangji was going to make him food when this was done! The Jingshi had a brand new kitchen, and Wei Wuxian loved watching his husband glide about it cooking him all the delicacies he’d learned during their travels.

“Lotus rib soup,” Wei Wuxian whispered.

“Mmn.”

“Chili pork.”

“Mmn.”

“You.”

Lan Wangji froze, his eyes widening as he looked to his husband.

Wei Wuxian winked and licked his lips.

“Shameless,” Lan Wangji scolded softly, his own lips curling into a gentle smile.

XxXxX

Nie Huaisang watched as Lan Wangji instructed Mo Xuanyu on sword stances. As the youth smiled brightly guilt pierced through him. Maybe he should’ve tried to help him sooner?

Reaching into his sleeve, he pulled out a small circular object that greatly resembled a sundial, except it was missing the stationary hand and the hours in the day. Instead odd symbols were scribed on it and the hand could move when the right conditions were met.

It looked ancient, as if it was several hundred years old. And yet, it was something that in all reality shouldn’t even exist at this point in time.

As he observed his friends’ and the boy that impacted their lives in ways Nie Huaisang knew they could never understand he prayed this was the final time.

Looking up to the sun he shielded his eyes. Things were finally going right. His brother was happy, and expecting a child. Lan Wangji had Wei Wuxian at his side so much sooner than any other time around. Plus, the war was nowhere in sight.

“Third brother,” Nie Huaisang whispered, “where are you?”

His grip tightened on his fan. Why couldn’t he locate Meng Yao? He knew Wen Ruohan would never let that snake near him. He’d become far too paranoid.

“Huaisang,” his brother’s voice called him from his musing. “We’re leaving.”

“Coming!” Nie Huaisang slid the time piece back into his sleeve and followed after one of the two people he’d do anything to keep around. Though it was for his brother that he had started all of this. It was only later that his plans shifted to include saving the other.

XxXxX

It wasn’t even a week after Lan Xichen rose to the position of Sect Leader that a disciple was knocking on the door of the Jingshi with news of the leader going into labor. Instantly Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian hurried to the Hanshi. Nie Huaisang stood outside on the porch, his face ashen.

“Where is Nie Mingjue?” Wei Wuxian asked, not seeing the Nie leader.

“Inside,” Nie Huaisang seemed ill.

“What? Why?” Wei Wuxian paled. The fathers weren’t permitted in the delivery room!

“Wen Qing said he needs to be there,” Nie Huaisang said.

“It’s necessary for this kind of birth,” Lan Qiren said coming to their side. “The child Xichen is bringing into this world is a creation of their combined spiritual power, as such having the other father present will make the delivery safer for both Lan Xichen, and the baby.”

Wei Wuxian nodded. That wasn’t something Xiao Xingchen had mentioned. Maybe he didn’t know?

The group sat patiently outside, all of them too nervous to talk amongst each other. Nie Huaisang looked to be in the worse condition. He kept reaching into his sleeve and fiddling with something.

“They’ll be okay,” Wei Wuxian set his hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Wen Qing is a miracle worker.”

“I know,” Nie Huaisang whispered, far more weight to his words than Wei Wuxian was expecting. “But, this is… new.”

Wei Wuxian smiled. “The Gusu Lan have many records on this. Wen Qing has been given access to all of them. It might be new to us, but it’s not entirely unheard of. Everything will be fine.”

Nie Huaisang looked at him, an unreadable expression in his eyes. It was almost like he wanted to say something, but he didn’t. Instead Nie Huaisang reached back into his sleeve.

Frowning, Wei Wuxian started to ask something, but the cry of a baby broke the stillness of the night and everyone sighed with relief. If that strong set of lungs was anything to go off of the baby was perfectly healthy.

Nie Huaisang stood and moved to the door and then stopped as if remembering himself. There were tears in his eyes.

“Congratulations, Uncle,” Wei Wuxian nudged his friend’s shoulder before moving to Lan Wangji. “And to you too, congratulations Uncle Zhan.”

“You’re an uncle too,” Lan Wangji reminded him.

Wei Wuxian smiled. “Twice over!”

It was almost an hour later before the mid-wives left the room and Wen Qing came out to talk with all of them. “First off, Lan Xichen is fine. The baby boy is also perfect. Both need to rest though. You can see them in the morning. Now, go away. Get some sleep and come back rested to meet the little prince.”

“A boy,” Lan Qiren said proudly. “What of his name?”

Wen Qing shook her head. “That’s for the parents to announce.”

“And my brother?” Nie Huaisang asked.

“He’s fine,” Wen Qing smirked dryly, “You’d think he was the one being cut open though with how white he was the entire time. No worries, both fathers are okay.”

Nie Huaisang released a breath he’d been holding the entire time. He had a nephew now. For the first time, a blood nephew.

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Chapter Twenty Five
A Day Like Any Other

The cries of a baby filled Cloud Recesses, disturbing the usually peaceful atmosphere. No one cared though. The fact the young prince of the two clans had been born successfully was a blessing for all in both Gusu Lan and Qinge Nie. Of course the name of the child was one of great contention amongst the Gusu Lan elders. Why should the first born of their leader be a Nie? Surely the young prince ought to be a Lan!

Lan Xichen was steadfast in his decision though, Nie Qiang, courtesy name Yinuo, was the name given to the babe. He was also already declared as the Nie heir.

Even if the elders disagreed, most understood. The boy was rowdy even at only a few days old. His cries were boisterous and his energy relentless. He definitely didn’t seem like a Lan. No, even Lan Qiren agreed this child was a Nie.

Wei Wuxian watched as Mo Xuanyu walked amongst the other disciples. He’d made friends recently, and was starting to come out of his shell. It was the young disciples that were discussing the young prince and the elders’ recent arguments about the child’s position within the sects.

He could only laugh as the small group gossiped amongst each other. They knew the rules, but this was one of the ones that seemed to be broken frequently with little reprimand, unless Lan Qiren caught them. Even Lan Wangji didn’t pay much mind when they whispered amongst themselves, as long as the gossip wasn’t malicious.

“Master Wei!” the group spotted him and rushed to his side. “How is young master Yinuo?”

“Energetic,” Wei Wuxian smiled. He recalled the young child reaching up and pulling on Lan Xichen’s ribbon, freeing it from the secure knot holding it in place. The baby certainly had a strong grip. He’d need it if he was to learn the saber.

The boys fired off several questions, all wanting to know what was going to happen should the elders continue to push for the prince to be the Lan heir.

“No more gossiping,” Wei Wuxian lightly scolded. “Get to class! Uncle Qiren is no doubt going to punish you if you’re late! And you, Mo Xuanyu, remember to practice your sword swings after lessons. A-Zhan and I will be gone for a few days. Keep up your practice.”

“Yes, Teacher,” Mo Xuanyu smiled and followed along with the group.

Wei Wuxian heard one of the boys exclaim how lucky Mo Xuanyu was for having Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji as his teachers. Seemed their little student was the envy of his generation for being the first student of the famous pair. Though Wei Wuxian could understand their jealousy, he hoped it didn’t create an unrealistic expectation for the youth. Mo Xuanyu was making progress, but he hadn’t caught up to the others of his age group either.

“A-Ying.” Lan Wangji called him and Wei Wuxian turned from the sight of his student walking away and joined his husband.

They were going out to investigate a haunting. The request came in two days ago. Apparently an innkeeper’s wife had become ill recently and strange noises kept being heard throughout the night. It was starting to affect the business. The villagers whispered and no one wanted to stay within the establishment.

Wei Wuxian had been with Lan Wangji when the owner arrived to ask for help. The desperation in his voice was genuine, but Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but feel something was being left unsaid.

“It’s probably not a ghost,” Wei Wuxian grumbled as they made their way to the river side village. “According to the innkeeper his wife is quite the beauty and he wasn’t the only suitor she had. For her to fall ill so soon after their marriage … did one of her suitors kill himself from heartache?”

“Do not speculate,” Lan Wangji instructed.

Wei Wuxian smirked. “Hey, A-Zhan, speculation is part of the fun! Besides, this could be the start of a love drama.”

Oh, how Wei Wuxian wished he hadn’t said that. After only one night they’d discovered a plot entirely ripped from a stage play! The wife and her lover, whom she’d been forced to separate from by her father who wanted the higher bride price offered by the innkeeper, staged the haunting and her illness to drive his business under so she could leave him.

Watching the wife plead with fake tears for her husband’s understanding when the lover baled on her was almost pitiful. The man ran as soon as he realized she was penniless and marrying her wouldn’t get him anything. Somehow she’d convinced him that if they could only undermine her husband they could get the inn in the divorce and be set for life.

“A-Zhan,” Wei Wuxian cuddled close to Lan Wangji in the bed of the room provided for them by the innkeeper, “Thank you for being sane.”

“Hmm?” Lan Wangji stopped stroking Wei Wuxian’s hair and looked at his husband in confusion.

“I mean, did you see that?” Wei Wuxian exclaimed. “Those three were entirely insane! What was she thinking? And that other man? Is he an idiot? I mean, if he loved her in the first place he should’ve tried harder to win her father over instead of waiting for her to marry someone else!”

“How does that affect us?”

Wei Wuxian moved closer and propped himself up on his elbow so he was looking down at his husband. “Think about it. If you hadn’t come forward and proposed, we could’ve ended up different. What if I continued to believe you hated me? What would’ve become of us in a few years? Would you have just watched me go about my life without you?”

Lan Wangji frowned. He didn’t like these questions. They pulled at something in the back of his mind he didn’t want to think about.

“And what if someone else appea-“

Wei Wuxian didn’t even get to finish that question. Lan Wangji flipped him onto his back and kissed him into silence.

“Never,” Lan Wangji said darkly. “A-Ying is mine.”

Wei Wuxian blinked up at him before smiling. “You’re right. This Wei Ying is all yours.”

XxXxX

On their way back to Gusu and Cloud Recesses they did come across some monsters, a group of wolves that were tainted by resentful energy from feeding off corpses. They slayed the wolves and reburied the bodies that had been dug up.

Lan Wangji was summoned to his brother’s side upon returning and Wei Wuxian went in search of their student to check on his progress.

“How was the inn?” Lan Xichen asked upon Lan Wangji’s arrival in his room.

His elder brother was cradling his son in his arms and feeding him from a bottle. The milk was provided by a nursing mother associated with the clan, but because of the rule of female cultivators not mixing with the males, Nie Qiang was being bottle fed by his parents.

“Marital problems were the cause,” Lan Wangji explained.

Lan Xichen raised an eyebrow. “So it wasn’t a haunting after all. Wuxian must be disappointed.”

Lan Wangji wouldn’t say that. His husband seemed to be quite invested in the drama that had unfolded between the three civilians.

“Again?” Lan Xichen sighed as he pulled the bottle away and wiped at his son’s mouth. “Such an eager eater.”

In his rush to eat Nie Qiang had filled his mouth with too much milk and it had leaked out and over both him and Lan Xichen.

“Wangji, can you hold him?” Lan Xichen held the baby over to him and Lan Wangji reluctantly took his nephew. “I’ll get a change of clothes.”

Unsure of what to do, Lan Wangji stood perfectly still as he held the baby. Nie Qiang blinked up at him and then smiled. Could baby’s barely over a week old smile? Almost instantly after that smirk appeared Lan Wangji felt warmth on his arm and smelled a scent most unpleasant.

“Brother,” Lan Wangji turned to his brother. “I believe Qiang needs to be changed.”

XxXxX

Wei Wuxian had come to find Lan Wangji after checking on Mo Xuanyu and found himself frozen in place at the sight of his husband holding a baby looking entirely uncomfortable and yet gentle. It was obvious Lan Wangji was unsure of what to do with his fragile nephew, but his grasp was secure and gaze … happy.

A pang of want filled Wei Wuxian as he watched his husband and brother-in-law work to change the baby’s diaper and put on a fresh set of clothes. Seeing Lan Wangji hold a baby stirred that desire in him to have a family of their own again.

Wei Wuxian’s hand went to his stomach. He knew Lan Wangji had said they could try when they were ready, but when would that be? Also, how did they even go about it? From the way Xiao Xingchen had made it sound most such pregnancies happened naturally as two powerful cultivations partners grew side by side.

Lan Xichen and Nie Mingjue had found a way to make it happen intentionally. Was it recorded in the Lan family records? Perhaps he should ask Lan Qiren if he could read them?

But… was Lan Wangji even ready to start a family.

Turning from the sight, Wei Wuxian made his way back to the Jingshi. Sitting on the bed, he pulled the small wooden box he’d kept all his letters from Lan Wangji and began reading through them. They weren’t exactly long and detailed exchanges, well at least Lan Wangji’s replies weren’t. Still, as Wei Wuxian read through them for probably the hundredth time he realized more and more of how much of Lan Wangji’s feelings were shown amongst the short sentences.

No matter how much he denied Wei Wuxian’s invitations to Lotus Pier in these letters, he always replied and provided an alternative to meet up, though at the time of receiving them Wei Wuxian hadn’t realized that. Now it was beyond clear. Lan Wangji had been setting up countless dates with him over that year.

“I’m a blind idiot,” Wei Wuxian groaned as he clutched a group of the letters to his chest. The one he’d just read expressed concern for him as he’d been injured fighting a group of corpses. He remembered Lan Wangji had also sent medicine along with the letter. The letter ended with Lan Wangji saying they would hunt together next time.

“He was worried about me,” Wei Wuxian whispered. “Probably even scared since I was hurt and he wasn’t there.”

Wei Wuxian smiled and continued to read. As he came to the last one he received before Lan Wangji arrived at Lotus Pier to propose Wei Wuxian read and re-read the last sentence.

‘I’ll come.’

Oh how had he not caught that!

“A-Zhan,” Wei Wuxian whispered. “How long did you love me?”

“Since you first climbed over the wall with Emperor’s smile.”

Wei Wuxian jumped up and scrambled to collect the spilled letters. “A-Zhan! When did you get back?”

“Just now.”

Lan Wangji’s gaze fell on the many scattered papers. His lips twitched before curling up in a pleased smile. Wei Wuxian had kept his letters. He’d always wondered what his husband kept in that small box he seemed to treasure so. The fact it was his letters to the other filled Lan Wangji with such pleasure he didn’t know how to express it.

Moving into the room, he helped Wei Wuxian collect the letters and carefully returned them to the box.

“You kept them,” Lan Wangji said.

“Of course,” Wei Wuxian blushed. “For that year they were the only thing I looked forward to between our … dates.”

“So, you admit they were dates?” Lan Wangji asked.

“I do now. After reading them again, I can’t see them as anything else but that. You were definitely trying to court me. I’m sorry for being so dense.”

Lan Wangji pulled Wei Wuxian into his arms and kissed his husband. “Not dense. A-Ying is perfect.”

Wei Wuxian laughed. “I must be to have such a perfect husband as my A-Zhan.”

The two kissed and for the time Wei Wuxian decided that this was fine. He could wait. Right now he’d enjoy his husband and their time together just the two of them. Yes, one day he wanted them to have a family, but perhaps he owed his perfect husband sometime after all the effort he’d put in to win him over.

“Here,” Lan Wangji suddenly pulled away and handed Wei Wuxian a book.

Frowning, Wei Wuxian took the old manuscript and felt his heart jump at the tile.

Dual Cultivation and Pregnancy.

“A-Zhan?” Could he read his mind now?

“I’m ready when you are,” Lan Wangji said

Wei Wuxian wrapped his arms around his husband and kissed him feverishly. Yes, one day they too would have a family of their own. But, maybe not right now. First he wanted to enjoy having Lan Wangji to himself tonight.

Chapter Text

Chapter Twenty-Six
the Brightest Lights Cast the Darkest Shadows

“Is that everything?” Wei Wuxian asked as he set the final chest down. For some reason he was feeling much more exhausted then he should be.

Wen Qing smiled and nodded. “I still can’t believe how much there is to prepare. Thank you for coming and helping Wuxian.”

“It’s nothing,” Wei Wuxian stretched as he moved out of the storage building beside his sister-in-law. She’d left her daughter to the nanny for the afternoon as they prepared for the upcoming conference.

It was Yunmeng Jiang’s turn to host this year’s cultivation conference. It was also Wen Qing’s first time preparing as the daughter-in-law and future madam of the house. Yanli had been unable to come help, having her own marital duties to see to. Wei Wuxian was happy to help his sister-in-law. He didn’t know much about the preparation but he could help her direct the disciples and servants, and of course he could lend a hand with the actual work.

He’d been back at Lotus Pier for three days though now and he was starting to feel rather home sick. He missed his husband. He’d grown accustomed to falling asleep beside his stoic Lan and was finding it impossible to rest without him.

“You okay?” Wen Qing suddenly asked.

“Hmm?” Wei Wuxian looked up and realized he’d lagged behind. “Oh. I’m fine,” he smiled.

Wen Qing’s eyes narrowed. “Are you sure? You’re pale.”

“Just not sleeping well,” Wei Wuxian admitted.

“Give me your hand,” she held out her own for his.

“Really I’m fine,” Wei Wuxian laughed, but he still held out his hand to her.

Wen Qing said nothing as she pressed two fingers to his pulse and closed her eyes. Almost immediately her eyes flew open and she looked to Wei Wuxian with a startled expression.

“How long have you been here?”

“Three days,” Wei Wuxian answered.

“And how long did it take you travel here?”

Growing worried, Wei Wuxian thought about that. “I took my time admittedly, so two.”

“Where is Lan Wangji?”

Now Wei Wuxian could feel himself growing scared. “Back at Cloud Recesses helping Xichen.”

“We need to send for him now!”

“What? Why?” Wei Wuxian’s pulse spiked and a cold sweat broke out over his body. The sudden rush of emotion made him light headed. Wavering slightly, he caught himself on a tree.

“You’ve pushed yourself too much,” Wen Qing scolded lightly as she steadied him.

“I just carried a few crates,” Wei Wuxian pushed her concern aside. “Now, what is wrong?”

Wen Qing looked at him with a mixture of worry and tenderness. He’d never seen her with that expression before.

“Wuxian,” she reached for his hands and knelt in front of him, “You’re pregnant.”

It was like time halted as those two words echoed in his ears and sank deep into him. Slowly, he sank fully to the ground, his hands pulling free of Wen Qings and settling over his stomach. Everything was running through his mind and yet he processed none of it.

Pregnant?

Him?

But… “I’m… really?” he whispered. His throat felt tight as he couldn’t help but smile. His arms wrapped around his midsection as he hugged the rush of emotions close. “My and A-Zhan’s baby?”

Wen Qing smiled and nodded. “You’re eight weeks,” she whispered.

Wei Wuxian’s head snapped up at that. “But, that means… I haven’t felt any different!” He’d been pregnant before Lan Xichen ascended as sect leader? He’d been pregnant when they’d found Mo Xuanyu?

“I’m guessing that’s because of how close you and Second Master Lan Wangji are,” Wen Qing said in a matter of fact tone. “Now that you two are… apart you’re starting to feel the effects.”

Right, this baby was created with their combined spiritual power. It needed both of them to safely develop.

“I need A-Zhan.”

Wei Wuxian stood and quickly made his way down the path.

“It’s not safe for you travel right now!” Wen Qing followed after him. “We’ll send a letter for Lan Wangji, explaining what’s going on and requesting him to come immediately.”

“No,” Wei Wuxian smiled mischievously. “Don’t tell him why. I want to tell him,” he touched his stomach again, his smile softening, “in person.”

“Then how do you plan to get him to come here?” Wen Qing asked.

“I’ll just say I need him,” Wei Wuxian shrugged. He knew his husband, if he called he’d come. Honestly after five days apart Wei Wuxian was surprised his Lan hadn’t already shown up looking for him.

Wen Qing rolled her eyes. “Fine, but you are to do nothing strenuous until he gets here. You need to preserve your spiritual power.”

Wei Wuxian nodded. They’d made it to Wei Wuxian’s house where he quickly wrote the letter and sent it off via bird. Wen Qing examined him a bit more closely before assuring herself he was indeed okay. He’d just over done it physically. There was no current danger present.

She should be surprised with how quickly her brother-in-law had managed to pull off what should be near impossible, but she wasn’t. Everyone knew how close Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji were. They were inseparable, and each time she saw them they grew stronger. The fact they’d reached this point in just over a year of dual cultivation, it was a feat unimaginable.

She could also tell this was a natural occurring pregnancy, and not the intentional one Lan Xichen and Nie Mingjue had orchestrated. The level of balance within Wei Wuxian was entirely different, Lan Wangji’s spiritual energy build up within Wei Wuxian was far more potent than it was with Lan Xichen and Nie Mingjue.

“I’ll have something nutritious brought in to you,” Wen Qing said standing. “Relax and rest up. I’ll inform mother-in-law you must rest for the remainder of the day. You can tell them after Lan Wangji arrives.”

“Thank you, Wen Qing.”

She smiled and nodded leaving Wei Wuxian alone in the house he’d grown up in.

“Pregnant,” Wei Wuxian couldn’t stop touching his stomach. “My baby. A-Zhan’s baby. Our baby.”

Tears fell from Wei Wuxian eyes as he rocked back and forth, his arms wrapping around himself again. He was happy. The happiest he’d ever been. Probably even more than when he’d first realized he loved Lan Wangji.

Even as he filled with happiness that bordered on overwhelming another emotion was creepy up on him.

Worry.

Could he be a good father? He remembered so little of his own parents, and though Uncle Fengmian was good to him it wasn’t the same. Madam Yu had certainly not been the mother he wanted.

He recalled Jiang Yanli and everything she was to him as an elder sister. At least he had her to give him an idea of where to start.

“My baby,” Wei Wuxian whispered, “I promise you’ll be happy. Your dads will always be with you.”

XxXxX

Lan Wangji was crossing the gates of Cloud Recesses when the small white dove landed before him. After five days he couldn’t take it anymore, he was on his way to be with Wei Wuxian.

The dove stepped toward him and he noticed the small scroll. Reaching for the bird, he untied the piece of parchment and read the context.

‘A-Zhan! I miss you! I need you now! Please, come see me now!’

Smiling, Lan Wangji released the bird and continued down the path. If his Wei Wuxian was calling for him, of course he had to go. Why had he written him though? That wasn’t like his husband? If Wei Wuxian truly just missed him and wanted to see him he’d have left Lotus Pier and come home.

Worry rose up within Lan Wangji. Was he sick? Had he over done it helping Wen Qing?

Drawing Bichen, Lan Wangji mounted his sword and flew toward Lotus Pier.

XxXxX

Wei Wuxian found himself walking along the rivers of Yunmeng, a blissful smile on his face, and his hand never leaving his stomach. The sound of the water was calming as he walked along the shore. He felt restless in his room after eating the food Wen Qing had sent him so he’d left a note saying he was going for a stroll.

Finding a rock on a level patch of beach, Wei Wuxian sat down and leaned back so his face was directed at the sun. He breathed in the familiar floral scented air of Yunmeng and just absorbed the natural energy. It was rejuvenating. He’d spent some time meditating and had even managed to sense the gentle yet fragile separate energy within him.

It was real.

He’d finally have his own family. Lan Wangji, their baby, and him.

“What should we name you?” Wei Wuxian asked with a laugh. “I can’t wait for your daddy to get here. Oh, I bet he’s going to be surprised.”

Wei Wuxian closed his eyes and allowed himself to imagine what his beloved Lan Wangji’s face may look like as he told him. Would that stoic mask of his finally crack? Or would he keep that always calm outer visage and just hug him?

“Hurry to me, A-Zhan,” Wei Wuxian whispered. “I miss you.”

“How sweet.”

Wei Wuxian’s eyes widened with the sound of the arrogant voice from behind him. He stood, but before he could turn around a sword was thrust through his shoulder. Grunting in pain, Wei Wuxian fell to the beach.

Wen Chao removed the sword and stepped in front of him. With a sneer he kicked Wei Wuxian to the ground. Instinctively Wei Wuxian wrapped his arms around his stomach, protecting the budding life growing inside him.

He glared up at the lowly creature only for his glare to morph in cold dread as another emerged. Meng Yao.

“What’s wrong Wei Wuxian?” Meng Yao knelt down to look at him, that fake pleasant smile in place as always. “Why aren’t you fighting back?”

Damn it! These two were nothing. He could easily take them both… but, Wei Wuxian’s arms tightened around his stomach. If he expanded his spiritual energy to fight these two, what would happen to his baby?

“You know, I must really give you credit,” Meng Yao said, “You are not easy to get to, but you finally let your guard down. Thank you.”

“Enough talking,” Wen Chao stepped forward, an evil smile on his face. “It’s time to make him pay for humiliating me.”

“Yes, quite right,” Meng Yao smiled and stood up. “So, what do you plan to do? Kill him here?”

Wei Wuxian’s eyes widened. Reaching for his sword he didn’t care what happened to him, but he was not going to let them kill him. Not now!

“Easy there,” Meng Yao pulled his own sword and pointed it directly at Wei Wuxian’s stomach. “Or I’ll end it all now.”

Everything in Wei Wuxian froze.

“Drop Suibian.”

Wei Wuxian’s eyes hardened, his lips tightened into a painful line, and his grip bit into the handle of his sword.

“Now,” Meng Yao pressed his sword tip to Wei Wuxian’s stomach.

A tear slid down Wei Wuxian cheek as he released his first companion, allowing Suibian to fall to the ground.

Wen Chao laughed and kicked him back down to the ground. “Worm. Stay in the dirt where a servant like you belongs. How dare you fucking reject me!”

“Wen Chao, don’t get carried away. Someone will come looking for Wei Wuxian soon. Get it over with.”

Wen Chao’s smile turned cruel. “No. I have something better planned.”

Without a word he motioned for others to pick up Wei Wuxian and soon they were heading away from Lotus Pier. They flew for hours, Wei Wuxian trying desperately the entire time to regain some of his strength, but the wound to his shoulder and the drain on his spiritual energy from being away from Lan Wangji for so long were taking a toll.

“Do you know where we are?” Wen Chao spoke as they came to land on a cliff. “The Burial Mounds. No matter where you dig here you’ll find a corpse. Enjoy your new home.”

Before Wei Wuxian could say anything Wen Chao kicked him over the edge. Desperate, Wei Wuxian drew a quick symbol and sent out his tether talisman. It wrapped around Meng Yao’s ankle and soon they were both falling.

Terrified, he wrapped his arms around his stomach and closed his eyes. Desperately he prayed for anyone, anything to protect his unborn child. He felt something stir within him and soon blue eyes faded.

When his eyes opened again they were red, and he was in control. He pulled his flute from his sleeve and brought it to his lips. The Yiling Patriarch called on the mass of resentful energy that swirled around the burial mounds. Safely landing on the ground one of his hands went to his stomach.

“I promise, we’ll survive,” his whispered.

A gentle thud met his ears and the Yiling Patriarch turned to see Meng Yao standing to the left of him, shaken but alive.

Not for long.

Eyes glowing red, he played a forceful shrill tune and Meng Yao was quickly surrounded by resentful spirits left trapped on this mountain.

“What? What is going on? Stop it! No! Get away!” Meng Yao screamed as the spirits encircled him.

“You should’ve stopped long ago,” the Yiling Patriarch said as he turned and walked away to the sounds of terrified and pained screams.

He focused this body’s spiritual energy on protecting the small lights he felt growing within him. Even has he fought with his body to protect the lives he and Lan Zhan had created, the Patriarch’s mind screamed as cycle after cycle beat at him.

“How many times?” he whispered, “And who?”

He felt the first corpse before he saw them, and with a quick thought he brought it to heel. How many times had he been thrown to this hell? How many times had he clawed his way back to the world of the living only to be drowned in the hate of others?

Why did he have to keep living this?

At least this time he’d killed Meng Yao quickly.

Closing his eyes he tried to block out the screams, the cries, the hate, the fear, the loathing, the pain, and the sheer levels of violence that raged both in the air on this cursed mountain and within himself.

Why? Why was this happening again?

The timelines were blurring, merging and melding in a kaleidoscope of blood and fires.

“Wei Ying.”

The Yiling Patriarch’s eyes snapped open, red and glowing. This time wasn’t the same. The war hadn’t broken out. And, his hand returned to his stomach, there was something entirely new within him. Something he needed to protect, even at the cost of tearing his soul apart to pull forth the very one that shouldn’t be in this time.

“You will survive,” he promised again as he began to walk.

He needed to get them off this mountain and back to Lan Zhan.

Chapter Text

Chapter Twenty-Seven
The Yiling Patriarch and Hunguan-Jun

Lan Wangji arrived at Lotus Pier to the forming of search parties and frantic disciples. People shouted as they were racing up and down the riverbanks. Standing at the gates was a worried Wen Qing. Lan Wangji’s eyes widened and his heart stopped as he caught sight of the sword gripped to her chest. The name being called registered in his ears and everything in the second master of Lan froze.

“Wei Wuxian!”

“Master Wei!”

“Where are you!”

With grace he came to land in front of Wen Qing.

“Lan Wangji,” she looked sick. “Wuxian… he’s…”

“Where is A-Ying?” Lan Wangji demanded, taking his husband’s sword from the unsteady woman.

Wen Qing shook her head. “He’s gone. A disciple found Suibian on the river two hours ago.”

Lan Wangji turned, intent on finding his husband.

Wen Qing’s hand on his arm stopped him. He turned his cold gaze to the healer. Something in her eyes had him willing to hear her out.

“Wei Wuxian… he can’t be alone right now. He needs you.”

Lan Wangji’s brows furrowed.

“He’s… pregnant.”

Everything shifted as her words crashed over him like a wave washing a hapless shell out to sea. He rolled and tumbled, colliding with the reality before him as Wen Qing continued to hold his arm.

“What did you say?” It was Jiang Cheng’s voice that spoke, but Lan Wangji barely noticed his martial brother-in-law’s presence. “Wei Wuxian’s pregnant?”

Wen Qing released Lan Wangji. “We discovered his state this afternoon. He was unusually exhausted after helping me and… he was waiting for Lan Wangji to arrive.”

Lan Wangji turned from his in-law’s and headed for the riverbank. If that’s where Suibian was found, that’s where he would start.

‘A-Ying, I’m coming.’

XxXxX

The Yiling Patriarch stumbled on a root as he walked along the rough path of the Burial Mounds. Despite the death that clung to the air the mountain still had some plants that grew on it. The twisted gnarled trees and bushes were sparse, but their roots created uneven ground to walk on. The rocks and scattered bones of those left here added to the difficulty of travel.

Leaning against a large boulder, he closed his eyes and tried to take several deep breaths. He concentrated on separating the tainted air’s energy and not allowing it to seep into his lungs. He needed to keep this body clean. His soul, broken beyond repair even in this unrecognizable time, was at least holding together.

Whoever was playing with time needed to stop. If this was state he was in from the countless regressions, he could only imagine the condition of the one preforming the actual manipulation of time. Once he got off this mountain and found Lan Zhan, once he knew these budding lights were safe, he’d turn his attention to finding the fool responsible for this.

Steady and a bit rested, the Yiling Patriarch pushed off the boulder and continued to walk. He still had so far to go. The first time he’d been thrown into this hell it had taken him three months to escape, though part of him never got out of this prison. Even now as he walked a path that at one time had been all too familiar, he felt the sensation of loss from then as he clawed his way back to the living for his revenge.

His hand on his stomach he reminded himself this time was different. He wasn’t returning to the world for revenged – though finding Wen Cao and returning the favor was definitely a priority – but instead he was going back to live. To be with Lan Zhan. To give the lights within him a chance to be with them.

Honestly he didn’t understand how these two had come to be his and Lan Zhan’s, but he was happy for it all the same. Maybe after all these regressions they just wanted to be together again no matter what.

The thought that these gentle lights chose Lan Zhan and him as their fathers gave the Patriarch some strength to continue on.

XxXxX

Lan Wangji was surveying the area the disciple had found Suibian. There was blood on the ground. His grip tightened on Bichen as he moved along the riverbank. The trail ended quickly though. Whoever had taken his A-Ying, they’d flown off on swords.

“Lan Wangji.”

Turning Lan Wangji was confused to see Nie Huasaing standing before him. He looked pale, but firm as he stepped closer.

“I think I know where Wei Wuxian is.”

“Where?” Lan Wangji demanded, grabbing Nie Huaisang by the arm. He didn’t miss the startled expression on the other man’s face. Lan Wangji never touched others.

“Yiling,” Nie Huaisang answered despite the obvious fear in his eyes and voice. “I… I had someone keeping an eye on Wen Cao and …” his words drifted off. He knew Lan Wangji was smart enough to put the pieces together. Honestly, Nie Huaisang cursed the moment he got the message about Wen Cao and Meng Yao. It had come too late, and there was no way for Nie Husaisang to stop them. All he could do now was lead Lan Wangji to where he knew Wen Cao would take Wei Wuxian. He always took him there.

“Where in Yiling?” Lan Wangji said already turning in the direction of the province.

Nie Huaisang bit his lip and pulled out his fan. Opening it, he hid behind the intricate pattern on the cloth. He’d heard the news of Wei Wuxian’s pregnancy, as had the entire search party at this point. The knowledge of where Wei Wuxian was currently trapped, it didn’t bode well for the budding life he carried. Nie Huaisang wondered if it was even possible for the Wei Wuxian of this time to make it out of that place as he was now.

“Huaisang!”

Flinching he stepped back from Lan Wangji. “The burial mounds.”

Lan Wangji swayed as the words met his ears. Something inside him shifted, his eyes closed and before he could fall to his knees Nie Huaisang reached out to steady him. He didn’t need to.

A cold dread swept over Nie Huaisang as Lan Wangji’s eyes opened again, cold and near lifeless. This was not the Lan Wangji that spent the last few years with Wei Wuxian at his side. This wasn’t a man accustomed to the world’s light shining on him every day.

“Hunguan-Jun,” Nie Huaisang whispered.

Cold amber eyes met Nie Huaisang and he instinctively took a step away from the man before him. How? How was this version of Lan Wangji here in this time? He wasn’t supposed to be here. Wei Wuxian wasn’t dead… hopefully.

Hunguan-Jun said nothing, he just mounted his sword and flew off.

Wait… if this Hunguan-Jun was here, then what did that say about Wei Wuxian? If Wen Cao had thrown him to the burial mounds… No!

Nie Huaisang turned and headed off to find the quickest passage to Yiling.

If it was possible for the previous timeline’s Hunguan-Jun to be in this time, then that would mean it was possible for him to be in there timeline as well. He couldn’t awaken! If this Wei Wuxian disappeared and the Yiling Patriarch awoke then everything he’d worked so hard for was going to break again. That couldn’t happen. His brother was finally happy… and Wen Ning…

He wouldn’t let the Ghost General be born again. Not this time.

XxXxX

The Yiling Patriarch felt relieve wash over him as he found the barrier stones marking the exit of the Burial Mounds. He still had several miles to go, this was the deepest most set of stones. Several more lay ahead, but it showed he was almost out.

“A little longer,” he whispered, his hand rubbing small circles on his stomach. “Just a little longer.”

Stumbling forward, the Patriarch continued his trek. If he kept up this pace he’d be off this mountain by morning. Then, after resting in the clean air he could make his way back to Lotus Pier and hopefully find his husband.

The Patriarch smiled as he thought of this time’s wedding. Unlike all the others, they had their families present this time. The blessing of both clans, and even the other great clans’ support.

He also thought of their first wedding, all those cycles ago. It was such a modest affair, yet happy. Gods, was he happy that day. The day when he and his Lan Zhan were finally together with nothing between them.

“Lan Zhan,” the Yiling Patriarch whispered.

“Wei Ying!”

Looking up, the Yiling Patriarch felt his heart race as a figure clad in white came racing toward him. Worry etched onto a normally stoic face.

His strength gave out as soon as those impossibly strong arms wrapped around him.

“Lan Zhan,” he clung to the man before him.

“I’m here,” he assured him.

He was swept up in his arms and swiftly carried back down the path. The Yiling Patriarch studied the face of the man carrying him, and felt his stomach sink, but his heart race. This wasn’t this time’s Lan Wangji.

“Hunguan-Jun,” he whispered.

Hunguan-Jun looked down to him and nodded.

“How?”

“I’m not sure. I just know this Lan Wangji blacked out, and I woke up.”

“I see.”

“And you?”

No doubt his brilliant man realized he wasn’t dealing with this time’s Wei Wuxian. The fact his eyes were no doubt glowing red was definitely a major give away.

“Wei Wuxian wanted to protect them,” he answered, his hands lacing together over his stomach, “He didn’t care how.”

“Where is Meng Yao and Wen Cao?”

“Meng Yao is dead,” the Yiling Patriarch explained. “I dragged him down with me. Wen Cao escaped.”

“Mmn.”

At a much quicker pace than he could’ve gone, they found their way out of the burial mounds. Instantly Hunguan-Jun set the Yiling Patriarch down and took his wrist. With a quick sign, he started to send spiritual energy to the other man.

“Ah,” the Yiling Patriarch sighed, “That feels nice. I missed you.”

“Missed Wei Ying.”

After a few minutes of sending his husband energy, Hunguan-Jun stopped and checked his pulse. Whether it was thanks to him getting here on time, or because it was his Wei Ying that had awoken and was keeping them safe, but the gentle energies inside this Wei Wuxian were strong.

“You recognize them?” the Yiling Patriarch asked.

“Nm,” Hunguan-Jun nodded.

“Not just in name, but in truth they’ll be ours this time,” the Yiling Patriarch whispered. “Our little radish and the loud mouth. Though maybe they’ll call him their carrot this time. I feel like this Wei Wuxian will call him his carrot.”

“Mmn.” After several moments of silence, Huguan-Jun held out his hand, Suibian gently clutched in his palm. “Here.”

How long had it been since he was able to freely hold this sword? Sure, this timeline’s Wei Wuxian still carried their partner with him, but how many lifetimes now has he had to give this part of him up?

Pulling the sword to him, the Yiling Patriarch unsheathed his oldest companion and felt a wave of emotion at the act. He didn’t feel drained or overwhelmed by the spiritual energy from the weapon. If anything it felt truly right.

“I don’t want to go away,” The Yiling Patriarch whispered.

“You must!”

The pair turned to see Nie Huaisang standing before them, breathless and full and determination.

“So, it was you,” the Yiling Patriarch glared at his friend. “How many times have you done this!” he demanded. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing? The damage you’re causing to not only time but yourself! Look at you Huaisang!”

“I wanted to save my brother!” Nie Huaisang shouted. “You would’ve done the same!”

“No!” the Yiling Patriarch stood from his place beside Hunguan-Jun and approached Nie Huaisang. “Why do you think I never used the timepiece? You think I didn’t want to save Shijie? To help my Sect? To… prevent Lan Zhan’s pain?”

“Then why?” Nie Huaisang demanded.

“Because of the cost! Look at you! You can’t even form a proper core anymore! And how many times have you turned back time? How many lives have you forced us to live? Why? To save one person?”

“Two!” Nie Huaisang whispered.

“What?”

“I want to save two lives,” Nie Huaisang fell to his knees. “Yes it started out with just wanting to save Brother, but then… I fell in love with Wen Ning.”

The Yiling Patriarch took a step back. Two people? Just for two people he’d caused irreversible damage to every single person.

“But every time I turn back time you awake and he dies! You cannot exist without your general. So…” Nie Huaisang reached into his sleeve and pulled out the time piece. “I must … again.”

“No,” quickly, the Yiling Patriarch took the device he’d crafted an unknown amount of timelines ago. The fact he could so easily take it spoke of how weak Nie Huaisang had truly become. “No more, Huaisang.”

“But he’ll die!”

“I won’t let that happen.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Nie Huaisang cried. “As soon as you discover this path, as soon as you become him my Wen Ning is destined to die. Again and again and again and again and again!”

“Stop it!” the Yiling Patriarch grabbed Nie Huaisang and shook him. “This Wei Ying hasn’t discovered anything!”

Nie Huaisang stopped, his eyes wide. “What?”

Releasing the other man, the Yiling Patriarch moved to sit back down on the rock beside Hunguan-Jun, who remained silent through all of this. “When Wen Cao threw us over that cliff he blacked out. In sheer desperation to save himself and these precious lives,” his hand went to his stomach, “he … awoke me from the memories in his soul.”

“Wait, so who are you then?” Nie Huaisang asked.

“Wei Wuxian, of every timeline, apart from and also part of this time’s Wei Wuxian.” He looked to the timepiece in his hand. He remembered when he crafted it in the first timeline. It was during his time as the Yiling Patriarch hiding away in the Burial Mounds with the Wen remnants. He knew as soon as he was done making it, it wasn’t something that should ever be used. He could’ve sworn he destroyed it then.

Looking at the piece in his hand closer, he realized it wasn’t his version, but a copy. No doubt created from his notes that should’ve been destroyed when the Burial Mounds were sieged the first time. Damn Meng Yao.

“This needs to stop. No matter what happens going forward, this has to stop.” With a surge of power, the Yiling Patriarch shattered the device.

“No!” Nie Huaisang rushed forward, but it was too late.

Hunguan-Jun caught the Yiling Patriarch as he slumped forward. “You used too much. You haven’t recovered yet.”

“It’s fine,” the Yiling Patriarch leaned into Hunguan-Jun’s frame. “They’ll be fine without us.”

“But, Wen Ning! My brother!”

The Yiling Patriarch looked to his friend and felt true sympathy for him. These many cycles were etched so deeply into the person before him, how was it no one saw the cracks? No, they probably did, but they were in everyone at this point. They most likely seemed normal.

“What’s going to happen to Wen Ning?”

“That’s your decision,” the Yiling Patriarch said. “Hunguang-Jun and I,” he looked to his husband and smiled, “are going back to sleep. Don’t tell them about this,” he looked sternly at Nie Huaisang. “Understand?”

Nie Huaisang nodded and as if in agreement that their time was up, the two’s eyes closed and they leaned against each other. Nie Huaisang waited, his heart pounding painfully in his chest as he watched his two friends hoping against hope that when their eyes opened again it was this timeline’s versions looking back at him.

Chapter Text

Chapter Twenty-Eight
Mastermind Moves

It was five minutes before either Wei Wuxian or Lan Wangji began to stir. The first to move was Lan Wangji. Nie Huaisang watched anxious as the second master of the Gusu Lan Sect arose from his forced slumber. He looked about his surroundings, obvious confusion on how he’d arrived at the base of the Burial Mounds, until his eyes landed on Wei Wuxian slumped at his side. Any concern he had for his own state instantly vanished from his gaze as he reached for the other man and pulled him close and started to send him spiritual energy.

“Lan Wangji?” Nie Huaisang called timidly.

“Mn.”

“I think the dark aura of the mount got to you. You both collapsed as soon as you came down.”

“Nnm.”

Nie Huaisang opened his fan and hid his face behind it as he watched the couple from over the top of the accessory. It was obvious this was this time’s Lan Wangji. Now, that just left Wei Wuxian. Which version of him would awake?

After a few minutes of Lan Wangji sending Wei Wuxian spiritual energy his concern for his husband and developing children grew inside him. Was he too late? Had something happened to them during their time on this cursed mountain? He didn’t sense any negative energy within Wei Wuxian, and the small balls of energy within him were also pure.

That in itself didn’t make sense. Burial Mounds was heavily tainted. Even if Wei Wuxian managed to survive until he arrived, he should’ve been affected.

Finally Wei Wuxian began to stir. He shifted closer to Lan Wangji, nuzzling into his chest as if instinctively seeking the familiar comfort.

Nie Huaisang quickly looked away as Lan Wangji wrapped his arms around him and held him closer.

His lashes fluttered, and finally Wei Wuxian’s gray-blue eyes opened and met worried amber.

“A-Zhan,” he whispered.

“I’m here, A-Ying.”

Unbeknownst to the reuniting couple, Nie Huaisang released a relieved sigh. This was their Wei Wuxian. There was no sign of the Patriarch left. The negative energy that clung to the one before was gone. Reaching into his pocket he withdrew a signal flare and sent it up. Quickly people began to appear.

“Wei Wuxian!” It was Jiang Cheng’s concerned voice that broke the reunited couple apart. He hurried to his marital brother’s side. “What happened? Are you okay? How did you get here?”

As everyone surrounded the couple, Nie Huaisang slipped away.

Wei Wuxian, with help from Lan Wangji, stood and smiled at his anxious marital brother. “Wen Chao and Meng Yao ambushed me, brought me here and … left me at the foot of the mountain.”

Lan Wangji frowned at that. Nie Huaisang had said he was in the Burial Mounds.

“I managed to kill Meng Yao.” He didn’t clearly remember what happened after he was thrown to this place, but he remembered Meng Yao’s death. At least that much he was sure of. As for why he wasn’t telling Jiang Cheng everything, his martial brother would lose his mind if he found out Wei Wuxian was left in the Burial Mounds. He could already tell Lan Wangji was worried, no reason for others to know.

“A-Ying?” Lan Wangji whispered to him.

Wei Wuxian smiled at his husband. “I’m not sure what Wen Chao and Meng Yao were planning, but it was definitely those two.”

Jiang Cheng cursed under his breath. “Fucking dogs.”

“A-Xian!”

Wei Wuxian looked up and was startled to see Jiang Yanli rushing to him. Wen Qing was following close behind her with Jin Zixuan behind them. Even more shocking both his uncle and aunt were following closely with the group. Next to arrive where Lan Xichen and Lan Qiren.

As everyone crowded around the recovered Wei Wuxian Wen Qing examined him as thoroughly as she could within the circumstances. Quickly Lan Wangji became irritated with everyone touching and crowding his already unsteady husband and he stood with the other man in his arms, mounted his sword, and flew off without so much as a word to anyone else.

“Lan Wangji! Where are you taking my brother?” Jiang Cheng demanded, chasing after them.

“Home.”

“Lotus Pier is the opposite direction.”

Wei Wuxian laughed and wrapped his arms around his jealous spouse. “Cloud Recesses is home.”

Jiang Cheng opened his mouth to argue, but couldn’t. Instead, the group followed close behind, all worried about Wei Wuxian’s condition. Everyone except the Jiang Fengmian and Lan Qiren, who made their way toward Qishan.

XxXxX

Wen Ruohan was pacing his great hall as the news came in that Wei Wuxian had been found safely, at the foot of the Burial Mounds. He’d spent the last hours extending every effort he could to find not only Wei Wuxian but also locate his idiot of a son who had gone missing. He’d found Wen Chao, but it was too late. Wei Wuxian was already thrown into that pit.

“Fucking idiot!” Wen Ruohan shouted as Wen Chao knelt cowering before him. “I told you to stay away from Wei Wuxian if you couldn’t befriend him! What made you even think to throw him into such a place?!”

Wen Chao was trembling. He’d never seen his father so unhinged. His eyes looked crazed and his hair was hanging around him wildly. He appeared nothing like the controlled, imposing person Wen Chao grew up idolizing and fearing. His idol was gone, replaced by a madman.

“Father, I … Meng Yao insisted that-“

“Don’t mention that treacherous snake!” Wen Ruohan shouted. The fact that vile human had someone made his way into Qishan and into the Nightless City was ridiculous enough. What was unbelievable for him was that Meng Yao had made contact with Wen Chao without anyone noticing.

“You wanted this at one point!” Wen Chao found the courage to talk back. “You wanted war!”

Wen Ruohan spun around and smacked his son hard across the face. “I want nothing of the sort! Wei Wuxian must not be allowed to go to war! Lan Wangji must not lose Wei Wuxian!”

“It’s good to know you see things clearly.”

Wen Ruohan froze as the mocking voice filled his hall. He’d cleared the space out of everyone, so who was speaking?

“Show yourself!”

Fan covering his face, Nie Huaisang stepped out from behind a pillar. “I’m someone that also knows why peace must be kept. The Yiling Patriarch cannot be allowed to rise.”

Wen Ruohan looked at the brother of the Nie Clan leader and felt a cold sweat run down his neck. He knew Nie Huaisang to be a weak nobody of any concern, and yet there was a sharpness in the eyes looking at him above that ever present fan. So much knowledge and an age that could not exist in one so young.

“You!” Wen Ruohan pointed at the younger man. “This repeated cycle is your doing!”

Nie Huaisang bowed his head just the slightest bit. “Don’t think of killing me to end it, it won’t.”

Wen Ruohan removed his hand from his sword. He wasn’t willing to risk the idea that this man was bluffing.

“What do you want?”

“Wen Chao pays for his attempt on Wei Wuxian. Destroy his core and cast him out.”

Wen Ruohan looked to his son.

“No! Father! Why are you even listening to this insect! Where are the guards? How did you get in here?”

“You are to step down as Sect Leader,” Nie Huaisang continued, ignoring Wen Chao.

“You want Wen Xu to lead the sect?” Wen Ruohan frowned.

“Your heir is your decision, but if you truly want your clan to survive, I think you realize your son isn’t the right choice.”

“Father! Stop listening to him!”

“Shut up!” Wen Ruohan ordered, striking his son again. “You’ve done enough.”

Nie Huaisang watched the entire scene calmly. He hadn’t expected much when he arrived in the Nightless City. He knew better than anyone how unstable Wen Ruohan had become. By allowing the man to remember the last few turns he’d broken his spirit. Every turn he took resulted in his own death. There was never a time that Wen Ruohan survived and took control of the cultivation world. He always died. Every time he died he woke up again to find himself back to the point where he could do nothing about Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji meeting, same as Nie Huaisang.

“If you do this and the cultivation world remains at peace, I promise the cycles will stop. You will be allowed to die of old age, seeing your niece’s daughter grow.”

Wen Ruohan paced. He had no problems with the demands of punishing Wen Chao. The idiot was nothing but a liability. At least with this option the moron got to live, something that wasn’t an option in any other time. As for leaving the clan to Wen Xu… he realized that was not the wisest decision. His eldest son was just as ambitious as him, if not more so. He wouldn’t be surprised if he showed weakness in front of Wen Xu that his own son would kill him.

No, Wen Xu could not be allowed to inherit.

Who then? Who could he leave his clan to that would also guarantee peaceful conditions with the other sects?

“Father, please.”

“Zhuliu,” Wen Ruohan called.

Not a minute later the core melting hand entered the hall. “Lord.”

“You are to remove Wen Chao’s core and lock him in the dungeons until the clan leaders can convey on where he will be exiled.”

“Yes, my lord.”

“No! Father! No!” Wen Chao attempted to get up, to flee from the hall, but Wen Zhuliu intercepted him, his hand surrounded by his spiritual energy colliding with his chest. Wen Chao coughed, and fell to his knees as blood flew from his mouth. His knelt, wide eyed as he felt his spiritual energy dissipate from him.

Helpless, Wen Chao slumped forward landing on his hands. Wen Zhuliu grabbed the former young master and dragged him away from the great hall.

“Then I’ll leave you to make your decision on your heir,” Nie Huaisang turned to leave.

Wen Ruohan watched him go, unable to make a move toward the young man. Something about how he appeared and disappeared so easily within his compound made him uneasy.

“Master, Sect Leader Jiang and Clan Elder Lan are here,” someone announced.

No doubt to collect Wen Chao.                         

“Guide them to the dungeon.”

His mind raced on who he could place as his successor he could only think of one name, but she was already married outside of the clan. Plus, Wen Qing was a healer. She didn’t use her cultivation for fighting.

As he passed through the halls he caught sight of a figure in a courtyard practicing the bow. His form had drastically improved. Wen Ruohan recalled how well Wen Ning had performed at the latest meetings. He was a timid child, but he was showing himself to be gifted.

Perhaps…

In the dungeon’s he greeted both men who were waiting for him.

“Where is Wen Chao?” Jiang Fengmian demanded.

“He’s been dealt with,” Wen Ruohan said, leading the two men to a cell where his youngest child sat blankly.

“What have you done to him?” Lan Qiren demanded.

“I’ve removed his core, and he will be exiled,” Wen Ruohan answered.

“Just exiled?” Lan Qiren asked.

“He’s no longer a risk, and the one behind this plot has already been dealt with,” Wen Ruohan said. “Or are you asking me to kill my own son?”

“He tried to kill my nephew-in-law and their unborn child!” Lan Qiren argued.

That was news to Wen Ruohan. He hadn’t known Wei Wuxian was pregnant.

“The clans will decide where to exile him,” Jiang Fengmian spoke up. “But if the others call for his death, I hope you accept it, Leader Wen.”

Wen Ruohan just nodded. He held no attachment to his son at his point. He just didn’t want his life to end again. The thought that this idiot that carried his blood had tried to take not only Wei Wuxian, but their child from Lan Wangji sent a shiver of dread down Wen Ruohan’s spine. How would that man react if he’d lost not only his soulmate but their child as well?

He didn’t want to know, and hoped to never find out.

XxXxX

Nie Huaisang stood in a small house, his eyes narrowed on the letter left unburned on the small table. His network had found where Meng Yao had stayed during his time in Qishan, too bad it was only after he’d managed to convince Wen Chao to do something stupid. Still, the letter would definitely help. It was clear who the sender was.

It was time to remove the last obstacle to peace in this time.

Chapter Text

Chapter Twenty-Nine
Trial and Pregnancy

Wei Wuxian relaxed on a bench with Lan Wangji close beside him. They’d been home for two days now, and it wasn’t enough. Everyone kept sending messages of concern, gifts for a quicker recovery – none of which he could actually use – and popping in to check on him. It was exhausting! How was he supposed to rest and recover if no one left him alone with his husband? With Lan Xichen experiencing a male pregnancy surely they all realized the best medicine for Wei Wuxian and the twins was Lan Wangji and nothing else.

Today though would also see no rest as today was the day the elders of the clans would convene to decide the fate of Wen Chao. Wen Ruohan called for his exile, which his uncle and uncle-in-law had agreed to at the time of taking him into custody. If exile was still agreed upon, Wen Chao would be escorted out of their provinces and sent to an agreed upon location, where he could either live out his days, or go somewhere else. He was just to never to return again.

The bells tolled and Wei Wuxian sighed. It was time.

“A-Ying,” Lan Wangji held out his hand for Wei Wuxian to take hold of.

Smiling, he accepted the gesture and the two walked hand in hand toward the great hall of the Unclean Realm. It was decided the trail would be held here as to ensure impartiality. Nie Mingjue, yes connected to Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji, was just in his choices. He wouldn’t allow his personal attachments to the situation to sway his decision on the matter.

Entering the hall, Wei Wuxian followed his husband to their seats and sat as close as possible to the other man without being in his lap. The physical contact helped ease his discomfort and the energy drain he was still experiencing. Two days back together was not enough time to replenish the buildup of shared energy the two had culminated. As it was their time spent together was just enough to keep Wei Wuxian stable.

The other clan leaders and elders filed in and took their seats and finally Wen Chao was escorted into the great hall in chains. The man no longer had a golden core, he was no threat to anyone here. Yet he was being treated like a severely dangerous criminal.

“Wen Chao, your crimes are numerous, but the ones to be judged today are kidnapping and attempted murdered of Wei Wuxian. Attempting to instigate a war between the factions with the help of Meng Yao. And, deliberate harm to alliance of the clans. I’ll give you a chance to defend yourself,” Nie Mingjue said coldly.

Wen Chao scoffed and then broke into hysterical laughter. “Defend myself? No one here wants to hear me defend myself! You all already have made your decision. And all for what? The son of a servant and a wandering bitch!”

Wei Wuxian’s eyes narrowed on the scum forced to kneel before them all. His hand reached for Suibian but he was stopped by Lan Wangji.

“A-Zhan!”

“Calm.”

“Perhaps instead of a defense, you’d like to disclose who was behind Meng Yao?” someone spoke up. It was the leader of a minor clan under the Lanling Jin Sect.

Wen Chao frowned. “Behind Meng Yao?”

“Surely you know who it was that was ordering Meng Yao to guide you to perform such drastic actions?”

Wei Wuxian looked to the older man. What did this man know? Why was he asking such a question? No… what was he trying to direct them away from? The man speaking was a close friend of Jin Guangshan.

“Why bring this up?” Wei Wuxian spoke up. “Do you perhaps have testimony to point at someone directing Meng Yao’s actions?”

The man seemed surprised to hear Wei Wuxian’s voice.

“I’m only curious,” the minor clan leader continued, his voice less certain.

“Actually, I’m glad this was brought up,” Nie Mingjue said, drawing attention back to him. He pulled out a letter from a drawer the table before him and laid it down. “I do know who was in contact with Meng Yao, and was directing his actions.”

A loud commotion took over the hall and Wei Wuxian noticed the clan leader from earlier became unusually pale, while Jin Guangshan looked unsteady as well.

“This was going to be addressed later with unrelated parties to decide how to handle it, but since we all want justice I’ll present the case for the one behind this entire incident as well.”

With a wave of his hand, Nie Mingjue summoned several of his men, who all seized Jin Guangshan.

“What is the meaning of this?” he easily pushed off the lower ranked men, but before he could get any further Lan Qiren stood in his way, his sword drawn and eyes stern. “Move aside, Elder Lan.”

“You will remain within this hall,” Lan Qiren ordered.

Other Gusu Lan sect members came to his side, swords drawn. When members of the Lanling Jin sect moved to aid their leader, it was Jin Zixuan that stopped them.

“Father, put down your sword,” Jin Zixuan said, stepping forward from his seat.

“You dare defy me?” his father spat at him.

Jin Zixuan looked uncomfortable, but he stood firm. “I’ve seen the letter Sect Leader Nie holds, it is unmistakably in your hand. You are the one that ordered Meng Yao in all his actions, promising him a seat within our clan if he succeeded.”

“Lies!” Jin Guangshan shouted.

“You ordered Meng Yao, your bastard, to create a rift between the clans and cause conflict. You wanted the Gusu Lan and Yunmeng Jiang to go to war with each other, to weaken their place amongst the alliance. I’ve already spoken with the sect elders, you’re to be stripped of your title as leader, and be sent into isolation. No one is to visit you. You are to speak to no one for the rest of your days.”

Jin Guangshan fell to his knees as reality washed over him. The entire time, Wen Chao laughed like a lunatic.

As for the minor clan leader that had instigated the conversation of Meng Yao’s puppet master, he’d spoken up at Jin Guangshan’s request, though he hadn’t known the true situation. Jin Zixuan allowed him to remain unpunished.

Once the former leader of the Lanling Sect was removed, Wen Chao’s exile was decided and soon he too was carted off to never be seen from again.

XxXxX

Two weeks passed and Wei Wuxian was finally feeling like himself again, aside from the noticeable changes in his body. His stomach was already starting to lose its definition and becoming softer. Wen Qing said since he was carrying twins he’d notice the changes sooner. He wasn’t expecting it to be this soon though.

Another change was his constant hunger. That had started a few days ago. He always wanted food, and worse he wanted sweets. For a man that lived off spicy, the sugar confections he was drawn to were torture. What made it harder was he wasn’t even allowed to have a lot of sweets since they weren’t good for the babies. Fruits and nuts in honey were his current staple to subside his cravings, as they were the healthiest option to keep him manageable. It was Lan Wangji that had suggested the simple desert for him. A Gusu Lan traditional desert, but one that Wei Wuxian was beyond thankful for at this point!

Other than that, he hadn’t experienced morning sickness yet and he hoped that was something that he avoided. He also wasn’t as tired as Lan Xichen was during his pregnancy. Wen Qing said that was probably due to the fact Wei Wuxian’s pregnancy was naturally occurring and not forced like Lan Xichen’s was. Plus, even though Lan Xichen and Nie Mingjue were close, there was no argument that Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji were far more … bound to one another than the older two.

Wei Wuxian wanted to laugh at his sister-in-law’s phrasing at the time. Who knew that his and Lan Wangji’s constant desire for each other would be so beneficial?

Humming to himself, Wei Wuxian popped a piece of peach into his mouth and rubbed his stomach with his non-sticky hand. He was watching Mo Xuanyu go through the stances he’d learned. The boy was progressing nicely. He’d managed to get the fundamentals down and was even showing signs of developing his own core. He was still years off from other boys his age, but it was progress in the right direction for his future amongst the sects.

“Wei Wuxian!” Nie Huaisang smiled and waved as he came into the garden and made his way to sit next to his friend. “How are you feeling today?”

“Hungry,” Wei Wuxian answered honestly. “Eating for three is tiring.”

Nie Huaisang laughed.

“How are things going with you and Wen Ning?” Wei Wuxian mentioned off handedly.

“Slow,” Nie Huaisang sighed, but he was still smiling. “Especially now that Sect Leader Wen has announced Wen Ning as his intended heir.”

That was news that rocked every clan and sect within the alliance. It had also caused a massive fight within the Wen Sect. Those that supported Wen Xu were furious to have a branch family member named heir. Wen Xu himself had remained silent throughout the following weeks of the announcement.

“How is Wen Ning taking his new position?” Wei Wuxian asked after shouting at Mo Xuanyu to correct his posture.

“Uneasy,” Nie Huaisang sighed as he leaned back. “But I’m sure he’ll do great once he adjusts.”

Wei Wuxian wanted to agree with his friend. At least Wen Ning had Wen Qing to fall back on if he needed support. Though with her own position as future mistress of Yunmeng Jiang that could be difficult.

“I wonder why Wen Ruohan decided on making Wen Ning his heir? Wen Xu was always unquestioned as the next leader. Has Wen Ning said anything?” Wei Wuxian asked, his eyes carefully watching his friends.

Nie Huaisang laughed and pulled out his fan. They were sitting in the shade and it wasn’t that warm to be honest, so there really was no need for him to fan himself, and yet he did.

“Thinking about it, how did your brother get that letter from Jin Guangshan to Meng Yao? Surely someone as smart as Meng Yao would know to burn such evidence?”

“Oh, brother had people still searching for Meng Yao. They found his residence within Qishan and the letter was left only partially burned.”

“But the paper Nie Huaisang presented to everyone was intact,” Wei Wuxian mused.

“I don’t know. Honestly, I have no idea where brother got that letter. I don’t know.”

Wei Wuxian shrugged. His friend knew more than he was letting on, but he wasn’t going to push him. Whatever it was that he knew, it had paved a path for stability and peace amongst the five great sects. Nothing else mattered at the moment.

XxXxX

It wasn’t even a week later that Wei Wuxian woke up vomiting his guts out. Suddenly the smell of everything was repulsive, everything but Lan Wangji’s gentle Sandalwood scent. Even the smell of his beloved spicy foods made him want to wretch. The tasteless diet of the Gusu Lan sect was now a godsend to Wei Wuxian’s roiling stomach. The medicinal herbs within the food helped calm his stomach and ease the pain from vomiting.

There were some herbs that had to be omitted from the usual recipes as they weren’t safe for the babies, but the chefs within the Cloud Recesses were well aware of that by now thanks to Lan Xichen, and of course the female disciples and members. Dietary wise, Wei Wuxian’s pregnancy was no different in requirements than a normal pregnancy.

Thankfully he could still handle sweets, though he found he no longer liked red bean pastries. They made him ill. Fruit and nuts in honey was still good. There were days when all Wei Wuxian wanted to do was eat honey by the spoonful, Lan Wangji refused to allow that.

After another morning of exhaustive retching, Wei Wuxian lounged in a tub, Lan Wangji behind him, one of his hands rubbing soothing circles over his stomach. As he did so, he sent trace amounts of spiritual energy to him. No matter what, his husband’s touch was the best medicine. These warm, comforting baths were quickly becoming Wei Wuxian’s favorite part of the day. If he could, he’d spend all day just lounging in the warm waters with his husband.

He’d actually brought the idea up after the third day of waking up with morning sickness. Lan Wangji’s answer to his words was a silent raising of his eyebrow. He wasn’t entirely against the thought.

“A-Ying,” Lan Wangji spoke, his lips pressing close to Wei Wuxian’s ear.

“Yes?”

“What do you think they’ll be?”

That caught Wei Wuxian off guard. He hadn’t expected Lan Wangji to want to discuss the possibility of what they were having. He figured his husband would just wait to see when they were born.

“Hmm,” Wei Wuxian thought about it, “Boys, both of them.”

“Why so confident?”

Wei Wuxian shrugged. “I’m not certain. Just, whenever I picture the four of us in the future, it’s always with two sons. I can’t wait to go traveling with them, and teach them cultivation.”

“Mmn. But, what if we have a daughter?”

Wei Wuxian frowned at that. He knew within the Cloud Recesses women were kept separate from men. He just wasn’t sure at what age that occurred. “I’d want her to stay with us,” he finally admitted. “I don’t want someone else raising our kids.”

“Agreed.”

“But, we’re not having a girl. We’re having two boys,” Wei Wuxian said assuredly. He didn’t know where his confidence in this came from, but he was sure of it. These two bundles growing inside of him were definitely boys. He even knew what he wanted to call them, but he’d leave that conversation for a different day.

“Hurry and grow my little radish and carrot,” Wei Wuxian spoke softly, his hand resting over Lan Wangji’s. “Your dads want to meet you.”

“Why vegetables?” Lan Wangji frowned.

Wei Wuxian laughed. “I think it works. I’m growing them, and you grow vegetables. Right?”

Lan Wangji wanted to argue that it wasn’t even remotely the same thing, but he also had no plans to dim his love’s joy in this moment. So, little radish and little carrot it was. At least until they were with them, then they could give the babies proper names. Lan Wangji only hoped his trouble loving husband used their names, and didn’t continue to call them as vegetables their entire lives. Though, something told Lan Wangji his worrying was futile and he might as well give in.