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yibobibo · 2 years
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Happy Valentine’s Day! All the best to you and your loved ones! Would you write something about secret identity or plots, in either Untamed or Naruto? It can be a continuation of your previous works. Thank you!
The Jiang disciples arrive at Cloud Recesses wearing sashes of mourning white.
Apparently their first disciple had recently been killed during a nighthunt gone wrong in Yiling. He’d been there with Jiang Wanyin and he’d led the creature away. They’d only been able to find pieces of his body, after.
Both Jiang Yanli and Jiang Wanyin keep to themselves that whole season, Jiang Yanli unnaturally quiet and Jiang Wanyin raging at the slightest provocation. Lan Wangji thinks of what his reaction would be to Xichen sacrificing himself to keep him safe and can’t hold it against him no matter how irritating Lan Wangji finds him.
~
Then there’s a war.
They don’t have enough soldiers to look over the Wen prisoners of war so instead are thrown into the Burial Mounds for demons to feast on.
They are losing the war.
~
The Yiling Patriarch is a rumor. A fairytale told amongst the commoners.
Everyone believes that until the Wens try to take Yiling.
Everyone believes that until the Wens fail to take Yiling.
They’ve all been losing ground to the Wens for months. They haven’t won a battle even longer.
Yet somehow the city of Yiling remains untouched no matter how fiercely they try and claim it.
Eventually, everyone gets desperate. They keep losing and so all the sect leaders send a message to the only one who keeps on winning. They send a missive to a fairytale and pray for a miracle.
~
The first thing that Lan Wangji notices about the Yiling Patriarch is that he can’t really notice him at all. They’re standing in the Nie banquet hall when the Yiling Patriarch walks through the doors and Lan Wangji is staring right at him yet it’s impossible for him to see the whole picture. He knows that he’s wearing black robes, that he holds a flute at his side, that he’s wearing a silver mask, that he has long hands and a full mouth. He can hold pieces of his appearance in his mind, but when he tries to pull them all together, the image slips away from him like water.
The second thing he notices is that Wen Qing is at his side.
Wen Qing was sentenced to death in the Burial Mounds month ago.
Her features are clear, her disdain in the slant of her mouth obvious. There’s already yelling, confused shouts overcoming the hall when Wen Qing says, “I speak for the Patriarch. I am his mouth.” She turns her back on Jin Guangshan and Jiang Fengmian and bows to both Nie Mingjue and Lan Xichen. “Before this goes any further, we must speak to you and your heirs. Privately.”
There’s another uproar about this, but eventually the six of them are in a room alone together.
“The Patriarch had not intended to found a sect,” Wen Qing says, looking at them. “However, you kept throwing people into his domain and he elected not to let us die.”
“You control the Burial Mounds?” Nie Mingjue bursts out with.
Wen Qing doesn’t react to that. “We had hoped to avoid political matters and leave this war in your capable hands. However, as you’ve proven yourself incapable, it seems as if the Patriarch will have to enter cultivation society.” She pauses and her lip curls back. “I recommended against this course of action. I said that you were the people who had thrown my brother and grandmother to be torn apart by restless spirits and he’d be better off waiting for the Wen to wipe you out to manageable levels.” Lan Wangji feels as enraged as Nie Mingjue looks. Nie Huaisang, interestingly, hides his face behind his fan, as if he doesn’t completely disagree with this assessment. “But I want an assurance that you won’t turn on us after he’s saved your lives.”
“What did you have in mind?” Xichen asks Wen Qing politely.
She sneers and only forces it back into an appropriate shape when the Yiling Patriarch places a hand against her back. “Our price is a marriage alliance to a clan heir. If nothing else, such an arrangement will make wiping us out complicated for the other clans. Jiang Wanyin is the next Sect Leader and Jin Zixuan and Jiang Yanli are engaged to each other. That leaves leave the Lan and the Nie.”
“You can’t be serious?” Nie Mingjue demands, his hand clenching around his sword.
“Either Nie Huaisang or Lan Wangji will be satisfactory,” she says dispassionately. “No marriage alliance, no assistance. We can hold our own against Wen Ruohan. We don’t need to do anything about this war and we won’t. Unless our terms are met.”
~
Lan Wangji leaves the tent engaged to a man who’s face he hasn’t seen and who’s voice he hasn’t heard.
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yibobibo · 2 years
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Happy Valentine’s Day! All the best to you and your loved ones! Would you write something about secret identity or plots, in either Untamed or Naruto? It can be a continuation of your previous works. Thank you!
The Jiang disciples arrive at Cloud Recesses wearing sashes of mourning white.
Apparently their first disciple had recently been killed during a nighthunt gone wrong in Yiling. He’d been there with Jiang Wanyin and he’d led the creature away. They’d only been able to find pieces of his body, after.
Both Jiang Yanli and Jiang Wanyin keep to themselves that whole season, Jiang Yanli unnaturally quiet and Jiang Wanyin raging at the slightest provocation. Lan Wangji thinks of what his reaction would be to Xichen sacrificing himself to keep him safe and can’t hold it against him no matter how irritating Lan Wangji finds him.
~
Then there’s a war.
They don’t have enough soldiers to look over the Wen prisoners of war so instead are thrown into the Burial Mounds for demons to feast on.
They are losing the war.
~
The Yiling Patriarch is a rumor. A fairytale told amongst the commoners.
Everyone believes that until the Wens try to take Yiling.
Everyone believes that until the Wens fail to take Yiling.
They’ve all been losing ground to the Wens for months. They haven’t won a battle even longer.
Yet somehow the city of Yiling remains untouched no matter how fiercely they try and claim it.
Eventually, everyone gets desperate. They keep losing and so all the sect leaders send a message to the only one who keeps on winning. They send a missive to a fairytale and pray for a miracle.
~
The first thing that Lan Wangji notices about the Yiling Patriarch is that he can’t really notice him at all. They’re standing in the Nie banquet hall when the Yiling Patriarch walks through the doors and Lan Wangji is staring right at him yet it’s impossible for him to see the whole picture. He knows that he’s wearing black robes, that he holds a flute at his side, that he’s wearing a silver mask, that he has long hands and a full mouth. He can hold pieces of his appearance in his mind, but when he tries to pull them all together, the image slips away from him like water.
The second thing he notices is that Wen Qing is at his side.
Wen Qing was sentenced to death in the Burial Mounds month ago.
Her features are clear, her disdain in the slant of her mouth obvious. There’s already yelling, confused shouts overcoming the hall when Wen Qing says, “I speak for the Patriarch. I am his mouth.” She turns her back on Jin Guangshan and Jiang Fengmian and bows to both Nie Mingjue and Lan Xichen. “Before this goes any further, we must speak to you and your heirs. Privately.”
There’s another uproar about this, but eventually the six of them are in a room alone together.
“The Patriarch had not intended to found a sect,” Wen Qing says, looking at them. “However, you kept throwing people into his domain and he elected not to let us die.”
“You control the Burial Mounds?” Nie Mingjue bursts out with.
Wen Qing doesn’t react to that. “We had hoped to avoid political matters and leave this war in your capable hands. However, as you’ve proven yourself incapable, it seems as if the Patriarch will have to enter cultivation society.” She pauses and her lip curls back. “I recommended against this course of action. I said that you were the people who had thrown my brother and grandmother to be torn apart by restless spirits and he’d be better off waiting for the Wen to wipe you out to manageable levels.” Lan Wangji feels as enraged as Nie Mingjue looks. Nie Huaisang, interestingly, hides his face behind his fan, as if he doesn’t completely disagree with this assessment. “But I want an assurance that you won’t turn on us after he’s saved your lives.”
“What did you have in mind?” Xichen asks Wen Qing politely.
She sneers and only forces it back into an appropriate shape when the Yiling Patriarch places a hand against her back. “Our price is a marriage alliance to a clan heir. If nothing else, such an arrangement will make wiping us out complicated for the other clans. Jiang Wanyin is the next Sect Leader and Jin Zixuan and Jiang Yanli are engaged to each other. That leaves leave the Lan and the Nie.”
“You can’t be serious?” Nie Mingjue demands, his hand clenching around his sword.
“Either Nie Huaisang or Lan Wangji will be satisfactory,” she says dispassionately. “No marriage alliance, no assistance. We can hold our own against Wen Ruohan. We don’t need to do anything about this war and we won’t. Unless our terms are met.”
~
Lan Wangji leaves the tent engaged to a man who’s face he hasn’t seen and who’s voice he hasn’t heard.
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