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    “Wei Ying! I found you. I finally found you. I’m so sorry.” Lan Wangji spoke as he gently cupped the boy’s face.

    The lump on the ground groaned before cracking an eye open to stare at Lan Wangji.

    “Wei Ying?”

    “Who are you?

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    01 Jul 2026

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    “May I know the esteemed cultivator’s name?”

    “Lan Zhan, courtesy name Wangji.”

    “Ah! I was right then! It is the esteemed Hanguangjun, famous for his built and pristine appearance!” he even snapped his fingers as he laughed. Wangji had to stop himself from staring.

    “I am Xiao-Ying. Ying-laoshi for the kids but others call me Xiao-laoshi, I just let them,” he chuckled.

     

    In which after being banished, Wei Wuxian navigated the world as a civilian. When he had no plans of returning to the cultivation world, someone came into his life reminding him of the life he thought he left behind.

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    16 Jun 2026

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    “Uncle considers Wei Ying a diplomatic asset,” Lan Zhan says, and Wei Wuxian boggles at that. Lan Qiren considers him what? “Very determined I keep Wei Ying close for the rest of the conference.”

    “An asset?” Wei Wuxian repeats. “Your uncle considered me an asset – to you?” 

    “Mn.”

    “Maybe he thought I’d make it less boring for you, haha,” Wei Wuxian says after a moment, still slightly baffled, but finding the idea of staying close to Lan Zhan a far too enticing prospect to question it further.  

    (In which Lan Qiren considers Wei Wuxian a diplomatic asset His Excellency should keep close, Wei Ying wants to be kissed, touched and ravished breathless, Lan Zhan may enjoy himself a great deal, Nie Huaisang might be making an attempt at amends, and in the end, Lan Xichen ends up feeling not the least bit guilty.)

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    16 Jun 2026

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    The first thing Wei Ying became aware of was cold steel at his throat.
    Not one blade—several.
    He did not move.

    Sleep still clung to him, heavy and disorienting, but instinct burned through it fast enough. His eyes cracked open to darkness cut by lantern light, and beyond it, the rigid silhouettes of Gusu Lan disciples. White robes. Swords steady. Not trembling.
    Not a mistake, then.

    Wei Ying let out a slow breath, careful not to shift against the edge pressing lightly into his skin. “Well,” he said, voice rough with sleep, “this is a new way to wake up.”

    No one laughed.
    That, more than the swords, told him something was very wrong.

    “You will come with us,” one disciple said. Young. Formal. Afraid—but hiding it well. “You are to be detained and questioned.”

    “Questioned?” Wei Ying echoed. His mind raced, sifting through the previous day. Punishments—yes. Lan Wangji standing over him like a silent judge. Copying rules until his wrist ached. Kneeling until his legs went numb. Nothing new, nothing unusual, nothing that should end with… this.

    He frowned. “Did I break a new rule I haven’t heard of yet?”

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    01 Jun 2026

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    “When I opened my eyes,” Wei Ying said, “my body was that of a child—but my mind had already lived a lifetime. I knew the rites, the faces, the mistakes. I remembered dying—the screams, the flames, the blood.”

    “When I woke that day, I already knew what would come. Tiāndào had whispered my parents’ fate before I ever opened my eyes—that their end was written as the mark of my beginning.” His lips curved faintly, a ghost of irony that only made the words hurt more. “When I found them gone, I told myself it was mercy—that this time, at least, I had bodies to bury. But it felt as if the world had waited only to watch me break.”

    “That’s when I realized,” Wei Ying said, “I didn’t know how to live among the living. I could walk beside them, laugh with them—but part of me was still beneath that willow tree, buried between the bodies of my parents.”

    Wei Ying’s next words drifted out, soft as breath. “The incantation I used… it was never meant to heal only you. It was meant to unmake me. To scatter every trace of myself, so that Tiāndào could never lay claim again.

    He exhaled, almost a sigh. “I wanted to make sure there was nothing left of me to trade.”

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    04 May 2026