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Jiang Yanli was not yet born when Wei Wuxian first came to live in Lotus Pier with them, and she did not know a Lotus Pier that didn’t include his presence. This was why, perhaps among other reasons, she had always called him Da-ge. He was only six days older than Jiang Cheng, and wasn’t even considered a part of the Jiang family, but she still called him this. 

Wei Wuxian, in return, spoiled his little sister to absolute death. Jiang Cheng was a very good sect heir and Wei Wuxian didn’t want to risk outshining him, so he often slacked off while Jiang Cheng worked hard and was a good role model. Wei Wuxian didn’t have much to do when he skipped classes though, so he’d find Jiang Yanli and take her out to play in Yunmeng. 

Which was precisely why they were here now, in the middle of a bright summer day. Jiang Yanli laughed - it was really hard not to, when you had Wei Wuxian for an older brother. 

“Da-ge, what are you doing?” 

Wei Wuxian turned to grin at her. “This uncle said if I could beat him in a friendly spar, he’d give you whatever candy you want.”

“Really?” Jiang Yanli squealed slightly as Wei Wuxian came to pick her up. She was already six, but Wei Wuxian still insisted on carrying her around when they went out. Er-ge said Jiang Yanli was very big, so it only made Wei Wuxian more impressive that he could still carry her! 

“Would I lie?” Wei Wuxian asked rhetorically. Jiang Yanli thought he definitely would lie but didn’t want to call him out on it, so said nothing. Wei Wuxian pouted. “Even my little A-Li doubts me! How is this fair?”

“Wei-gongzi, you won fairly. It seems I am not your match.”

Wei Wuxian shook his head, saying quickly, “Ah, you fought well! It was simply my determination to win for my sister that allowed me to win - I still have much to learn.” 

“Da-ge, I can pick anything?” Jiang Yanli asked, looking at the vast selection of treats at that uncle’s stall, eyes wide. 

The man smiled. “Of course! I am a man of my word, after all. Come, come, come. Take your pick!” 

With a laugh, Wei Wuxian pointed out all sorts of tasty options, but Jiang Yanli had her heart set on the delicate sugar painting of a bunny. 

“Ah, this is also very cute,” Wei Wuxian said approvingly. “Are you sure?”

Jiang Yanli nodded, making sure to thank the store owner properly as he passed it to her. 

Just then, a voice called from behind them, “Wei Wuxian!”

Wei Wuxian turned around, and Jiang Yanli called out, “Er-ge, look!” 

Jiang Cheng’s face was still frowning, but it softened as he saw the excited look on Jiang Yanli’s face. He turned back to Wei Wuxian. “Did you buy this for her?” 

“Nope!” Jiang Yanli answered for him. “He fought for it on my behalf!”

Jiang Cheng seemed more unhappy at that, but didn’t say anything as Jiang Yanli carefully broke off a piece of the bunny’s tail and placed it in his mouth. 

“Is it tasty, Er-gege?” To see, she quickly broke off a piece for herself as well. “It is!”

 Wei Wuxian looked at her, pouting. “A-Li, don’t I get to try?” 

Jiang Yanli pouted back, and between the two of them, Wei Wuxian stood no chance. “Da-ge, you got this for me. Of course, I can decide who I share it with.”

Wei Wuxian was speechless, and Jiang Cheng shoved his arm. “Serves you right! You just run off and kidnap my sister in broad daylight like this? Who gave you the audacity?”

“He didn’t kidnap me!” 

“Yes I did, A-Li,” Wei Wuxian said surely. “Didn’t Jiang-shushu tell you not to go with strange men who promise you candy?” 

“Da-ge isn’t strange,” Jiang Yanli insisted. “And I got candy. How could I be kidnapped?”

Wei Wuxian shook his head, laughing. “You were so very kidnapped. But look, your Er-ge is here to save you!” 

Jiang Yanli soon found herself tumbling into Jiang Cheng’s arms as Wei Wuxian made his grand escape. Jiang Cheng put her back on the ground safely, before going to chase after Wei Wuxian. Jiang Yanli could do nothing but laugh. It was hard not to, with these two brothers of hers! 

“Er-ge, wait for me!” 

Wen Ning was a good cultivator, if pacifistic in nature - perhaps contrary to the ideals of his fellow Wens. Still, he was far from a nobody, even if he was unlike the family that had taken him in. Perhaps his nature was more reminiscent of his true family anyway, even if he had no talent for medicine. 

But after his parents died, it had just been him and his baby sister, and even though he was no more than a child himself, he swore to protect her at any cost. Wen Ruohan’s offer may have seemed magnanimous - and it certainly was one Wen Ning couldn’t refuse - but he still knew to be wary of it. 

Wen Qing was only around six when she began studying medicine, and already showed great talent in it. Wen Ning was proud of her, of course. She was an amazing kid, and would grow into an amazing woman and doctor if she put her mind to it. But still… he worried sometimes.

“Qing-er is progressing nicely,” Wen Ruohan said to Wen Ning with the same tone he liked to use when bragging to the other sect leaders. He bragged about Wen Qing too, even though he had basically nothing to do with her success besides funding. 

Wen Ning nodded slowly, but said nothing. 

Wen Ruohan smiled lazily. “I can’t help but wish I had a blood daughter like that to speak of. At that point, I wouldn’t even need a son to inherit.”

“She’s only a kid,” Wen Ning pointed out, not really thinking. He amended, “We can’t know how things will be in the future.”

Wen Ruohan only laughed. “Ning-er, so pessimistic? How could she grow up to be anything but brilliant, with the Wen blood inside of her?”

Wen Ning simply bowed his head, seeing no point in arguing. Of course, Wen Qing would be brilliant when she grew up, although he doubted it had anything to do with the blood they shared with this great Wen Clan. She was bright and had an open mind, and it was these that would lead her to great success. And Wen Ning would support her, of course, as her older brother

He sighed. Wen Qing deserved to be happy and do something she liked, no need to fret about the future. The last thing Wen Ning wanted was to watch her break under the pressure, forced to exemplify the Wen tradition and uphold their reputation. She was only a kid…

“Ning-er.”

Wen Ning looked up from his thoughts, startling a bit. “Yes, Uncle?” 

Wen Ruohan smiled. “I’m going to send you and your sister to Lotus Pier for a bit to study in the Jiang Sect.”

It was not a question. Of course it wasn’t - Wen Ruohan didn’t need Wen Ning’s permission to do something like that. 

He nodded slowly, giving it some thought. He knew clearly what goals Wen Ruohan had in arranging this, and it was far from anything that could bring harm to either of them. The Jiangs’ only son was only a few years younger than Wen Ning, and it would be good for both sects if the two of them grew connections through a short visit or two. 

The Jiangs also had a daughter around Wen Qing’s age… Wen Ning hoped they’d get along well enough, but he worried. Wen Qing didn’t get along with many people here, far too focussed on her studies to keep up with friends or cousins, no matter how much Wen Ning tried to push her to it. It would be good, if she and Jiang da-xiaojie were friends, he decided, as they finally arrived in Yunmeng. 

The sun was as bright as he’d heard it would be, and he had to squint a little as he stepped out of the shaded cabin of their boat. The warmth was not unbearable, although Wen Ning definitely thought a swim in the lake would be warranted while they were here. 

He smiled, turning back to wake Wen Qing up from where she had fallen asleep. 

“Ge… oh, are we here?” 

Wen Ning nodded, allowing her time to stand up and rub the sleep from her eyes as the boat was secured to the dock and they could finally disembark. 

As they stepped off, there were already people gathered around. Particularly two boys dressed in purple, one of which grinned when he saw them, and waved them over. 

“Wen-gongzi!” he said brightly, then glanced at Wen Qing. “And Wen xiao-guniang. I’m Wei Wuxian, and this is my shidi - Jiang Cheng!”

The other boy scowled at that, not speaking to Wen Ning, but instead turning to his shixiong. “Who’s your shidi?”

Wei Wuxian just laughed, continuing, “I hope the trip wasn’t too bad? I know not everyone is used to water travel like we are down here.”

Wen Ning was frankly overwhelmed taking everything in, and could only nod absently. 

Wen Qing, on the other hand, was looking much more awake now, and smiled although her eyebrow was still raised at Wei Wuxian’s general presentation. “The trip was fine,” she assured, her voice maintaining a confidence far beyond her years. “It’s hot out here though,” she added, a bit more childishly. “Can we go inside somewhere?” 

Wei Wuxian laughed. “Of course! This way.” 

As they walked, Wei Wuxian continued to ramble on about one thing or another, which Wen Qing was surprisingly indulgent of. “A-Li didn’t come with us to meet you because she wanted to prepare some snacks. You know she’s taken up cooking recently? She’s really good. Even if Yu-furen says it’s an unbecoming hobby for a young lady of her position, she clearly has a passion for it, you know?”

Wen Ning couldn’t help but agree with his assessment, although he didn’t know Jiang Yanli in the slightest. He understood the feeling clearly, from the perspective of an older brother. After all, it was similar to how he tried to support his own sister. 

“Oh, but I’ll warn you, we like our food quite spicy in Yunmeng. It can take some getting used to…”

Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes. “The spice is nothing unmanageable, just so long as you don’t try to stomach his portion.” He punctuated this by reaching over to jab Wei Wuxian between the ribs, causing the other boy to squeal. 

“Hey, it’s not so bad!” 

“Yes, it is,” Jiang Cheng insisted. “I was sick for three days after you cooked soup for me!” 

“Ah, but you were already sick,” Wei Wuxian pointed out in his defense. 

Unexpectedly, Wen Qing laughed at their bickering, shaking her head. Wei Wuxian grinned, happy for the satisfied audience.

As they finally approached the large, open gates of Lotus Pier, a girl dressed in light purples ran out to greet them, her smile a mirror of Wei Wuxian’s in its brightness. “Da-ge, Er-ge!” 

When she ran into both of their arms for a hug, even Jiang Cheng’s reluctant expression turned soft. No doubt, this was Jiang Yanli, the only daughter of Jiang Fengmian and Yu Ziyuan. 

Despite being younger than Wen Qing, she still managed a certain amount of grace as she righted herself, curtseying to the two of them in greeting. “Wen-xiaojie, Wen-gongzi.” 

Wen Qing returned the gesture. “Jiang-xiaojie.” 

If Wen Ning wasn’t mistaken, something seemed to pass between the two girls in that moment, silent and incomprehensible. Nonetheless, Jiang Yanli quickly went to loop her arm through Wen Qing’s as the group headed inside, and Wen Qing made no move to shrug her off. 

The latter observation left a bit of an impact on Wen Ning’s thought as the three Jiangs led them through the compound and to their guest rooms. Wen Qing… she wasn’t usually this comfortable with others her age. Or not her age. She really tended to be really snappy with people in general, despite being so young. Wen Ning was glad she left her biting faze so quickly, but she still loved to bite people with words. Perhaps his worries about her getting along with Jiang Yanli were unwarranted. They already looked like a pair of lifelong friends, sad to be separated for merely a few minutes while they settled and Jiang Yanli went to retrieve snacks. 

That would be a relief, if it were the case. 

Wen Ning shook his head lightly, deciding to think about it later. He really was tired from the journey here, but he was beginning to suspect this visit to Lotus Pier would be anything but relaxing. 

Indeed, it seemed the Jiang disciples as a whole, rather than just Wei Wuxian, were all just balls of energy waiting to explode. Talking with them, Wen Ning felt as if they spoke at a completely different pace than any normal person he had met before, and he honestly struggled to keep up. This was far from a complaint, in all honesty. The matching brightness of all their smiles was somewhat energizing, and he couldn’t help but smile along. 

As it turned out, free-spirits and lively energy were not all these disciples were known for, but also their competitiveness, and Wen Ning was about to experience this first hand. 

“Come on, Wen-xiong,” Wei Wuxian insisted, nudging him a little. “It’s just a little spar. You’ll join us, won’t you?” 

Wen Ning had no reason to refuse. 

Wen Qing, on the other hand, was not yet old enough for a sword of her own, nor did she have much interest in it. She was not alone in this, with Jiang Yanli in the same boat. The two girls hurried off to the side to watch. Do not let it be said, however, that these girls knew nothing about the art of swordsmanship. In fact, they were also children of the Great Sects, and had studied this art since they could first walk. 

“See, Qing-jie,” Jiang Yanli said casually as their brothers fought. Wen Qing had not told her to use that name, but she was not petty enough to correct her. “My Da-ge’s swordsmanship is better than even some of the senior disciples. Isn’t he cool?” 

Wen Qing looked over, and indeed Wei Wuxian was not bad. His movements showed a practiced ease which seemed very in-character for him, while his expression denoted that he treated this whole thing as a mere game. Still, he was a bit all over the place, wasn’t he? There was definitely room for improvement. 

So, Wen Qing said as much. 

Jiang Yanli did not frown outwardly, however something seemed to sharpen in her eyes as she hummed in agreement with Wen Qing’s words. “Qing-jie is knowledgeable, and her words make sense.” 

Wen Qing smiled, feeling a bit too proud at the compliment. Now, it was her turn to brag. “It’s understandable that these things are too minute to attract much notice. Compared to my brother, for instance, it is easy to see where he falls a bit short. He should focus on engaging his arms if he wants to do any real damage in a fight.”

To this, Jiang Yanli nodded some more. “I see. Qing-jie’s brother is indeed not bad. But look, my Er-ge is clearly the most skilled of the three. His attacks are all very confident and sharp.”

Wen Qing glanced at the other girl, and found her staring back. Naturally, she couldn’t break eye contact first. But how else could she refute the claims?  

The match ended, and the three boys headed back over to where they sat, still glaring darkly at each other. 

“It was a good match, Wen-xiong,” Wei Wuxian complimented as they drew closer. 

Wen Ning replied, “Wei-gongzi praises me too much. I still have much to work on.”

Wei Wuxian laughed, and Jiang Cheng said, “Of course you do - we all do! You still did well.”

Before Wen Ning could thank him, Wei Wuxian spoke. “Ah? What are you two up to over here?”

Jiang Yanli finally looked away first, which should have been a win for Wen Qing, but it didn’t feel like one. Not with the way she smiled and slid closer to her brother as he sat beside them. “Nothing! Da-ge, sparring is so boring. Can we do something else now?”

“It’s almost dinnertime,” Jiang Cheng pointed out, before glancing at the two Wen siblings. “We should give our guests time to clean up before we eat.”

Wen Ning thanked him, motioning for Wen Qing to come with him, which she did with a small frown. As they left, Wen Qing looked back over her shoulder at Jiang Yanli, who smiled too-kindly and waved at her. 

She looked away without returning the gesture. 

None of it would have happened if Wen Qing had returned to her rooms with her brother after dinner. Well, that would have put it simply. Wen Qing wouldn’t have seen it happen if she had done that, instead of following Jiang Yanli and returning later. In fact, it was probably better this way. Still…

“You didn’t show up to a single class last week, and you still almost beat me. Of course he’s disappointed!” Jiang Cheng’s voice carried through the darkness as Wen Qing struggled to see where the two boys stood. 

“He’s not disappointed in you,” Wei Wuxian argued. “Jiang-shushu isn’t as tough on me because I’m not his kid. I’m not the heir, you are. It’s natural he’d be strict with you!”

Jiang Cheng scoffed. “He isn’t strict with me, he just doesn’t like me.” He sighed. “If only you weren’t so-- you .”

Wei Wuxian was quiet. 

“Why do you always have to be better? And so effortlessly? So much for standing beside me our whole lives. At this rate, you really will be the heir.”

“Jiang Cheng--”

“I don’t want to argue with you,” Jiang Cheng said, and it felt awfully counter to what he had just been saying. Wen Qing brushed away the thought. “Just leave. Get out of Lotus Pier all together if you really want to be of ‘help’!” 

Jiang Cheng stormed off, leaving no time for Wei Wuxian to get a single word in. Wei Wuxian stood still for a minute, frozen in shock, before suddenly turning on his heel, stalking off in the opposite direction. 

There was only one thing about this which made Wen Qing follow after him, then. The trembling in his shoulders as he disappeared into the woods. 

I can’t just let him go like that, Wen Qing reasoned as she took quick steps in an effort to keep up with his much larger gait. He might get hurt. Like an idiot. And I’m a doctor, so I can’t let anyone get hurt!

She lost track of him for a while, which was scary, because it was dark outside and Wen Qing couldn’t quite remember the way she’d come from, but she thought it’d be fine. Since when had things not found a way to work themselves out? She would just keep looking for Wei Wuxian, and–

“Ow!” 

Wen Qing smiled despite herself. Well, that was easy! 

She turned in the direction of the voice,  and after pushing past some particularly troublesome branches that obscured the path, found Wei Wuxian. 

She put her hands on her hips, looking down at where the older boy had fallen on the ground. “Wei Wuxian! What do you think you’re doing?” 

Wei Wuxian looked up at her, a pout finding its place on his lips. In the little bit of moonlight that slipped through the tree cover, she could see that his face was wet with tears and his eyes puffy and red. “Wen-xiaojie…?”

Wen Qing let out a heavy sigh, kneeling down to make sure Wei Wuxian wasn’t injured. He was. He flinched when her fingers brushed over the front of his calf. Roughly, but still careful not to irritate the wound more than necessary, Wen Qing pulled his robes to the side to get a better look. Wei Wuxian yelped in protest, but Wen Qing ignored him. 

It was just a scrape. It would heal by morning, with Wei Wuxian’s cultivation level. Nothing too bad. 

Wen Qing redirected her attention to him, forcing a scowl. “What were you thinking?!” 

Wei Wuxian frowned. “It doesn’t even hurt!”

Wen Qing raised an eyebrow, skeptical, and reached out to poke the skin around the cut. When Wei Wuxian hissed, Wen Qing looked at him, ‘ I told you so ’ written all over her face.

Wei Wuxian laughed slightly, conceding. “It’s fine. I can still walk, right? We should go back–” He tried to stand up, but hadn’t been ready for the sharp pain, too preoccupied with other things, probably.

Wen Qing frowned, unable to help a concerned look his way. Why was he pretending nothing had happened? By the looks of it, he was still holding back tears. 

She sighed. “Let me help.” From the folds of her robes, she pulled out a small first aid kit, opening it up to look for some disinfectant. 

Wei Wuxian watched, a small smile sneaking its way onto his face. “You keep that with you?”

Wen Qing glanced at him, defending, “I’m a doctor. Of course I have some basic supplies at all times!”

Wei Wuxian laughed lightly, nodding. “Mm, yes, Wen-daifu. Please be gentle with this patient.”

Wen Qing rolled her eyes. “I don’t have any bandages in here,” she told him, waiting until he was about to reply before reaching out to apply the medicinal salve. Wei Wuxian stiffened, and Wen Qing knew the burning was somewhat unpleasant, but oh well. 

She returned the container of medicine to her kit, and the kit to its pocket, before standing up and brushing off her skirt, offering a hand to help Wei Wuxian up. 

Wei Wuxian waved off the gesture, standing up on its own - successfully, this time. 

“Better?” Wen Qing asked, trying not to make it obvious she was asking for validation. 

Wei Wuxian grinned. “Much! Thank you, Wen-daifu.”

Wen Qing huffed, but accepted the praise, however exaggerated. “Now, which way to get back?”

Wei Wuxian glanced at her, smile fading instantly.

…

“You don’t know either?!”

None of it would have happened if Wen Qing had returned to her rooms with her brother after dinner. Well, that would have put it simply. Wen Ning wouldn’t have had to go looking for her, to make sure she didn’t get lost away from home or fall into the lake without knowing how to swim, and thus he wouldn’t have happened to accidentally overhear everything.

“You didn’t show up to a single class last week, and you still almost beat me. Of course he’s disappointed!” Jiang Cheng’s voice carried more than it needed to as Wen Ning ducked back around the corner, not wanting to disturb them.

“He’s not disappointed in you,” Wei Wuxian argued. “Jiang-shushu isn’t as tough on me because I’m not his kid. I’m not the heir, you are. It’s natural he’d be strict with you!”

Jiang Cheng scoffed. “He isn’t strict with me, he just doesn’t like me.” He sighed. “If only you weren’t so-- you .”

Wei Wuxian was quiet. 

“Why do you always have to be better? And so effortlessly? So much for standing beside me our whole lives. At this rate, you really will be the heir.”

“Jiang Cheng--”

“I don’t want to argue with you,” Jiang Cheng said. “Just leave. Get out of Lotus Pier all together if you really want to be of ‘help’!” 

Jiang Cheng stormed off, walking straight past Wen Ning without looking. Wen Ning cautiously peeked around the corner to see Wei Wuxian walking in the opposite direction, and a small figure in red chasing after him…

She’ll be fine. Wei Wuxian won’t let her get hurt. 

Wen Ning followed Jiang Cheng instead. 

He made sure to wait outside for a couple minutes before knocking on Jiang Cheng’s door. A long moment passed after that and Wen Ning heard movement from inside. His concern grew a little as he waited for Jiang Cheng’s face to appear in the doorway, unsure what it would be. 

When the door finally slid open… Well, Jiang Cheng was far from the worst person Wen Ning knew at hiding his tears. “What?” he asked, and the bite of it was lost to the shakiness. 

“I…” Wen Ning hesitated, the lie pausing on his tongue. “I came to ask Jiang-gongzi something. I hope it’s not a bad time…”

Jiang Cheng frowned, raising an eyebrow. “How much did you overhear?”

Wen Ning avoided eye contact. “N-Noth–”

“Don’t lie. Get in here.” Jiang Cheng opened the door wider, stepping out of the way to let Wen Ning enter. Wen Ning kept his head down as he did, and heard the door close behind him. 

There was silence for a long, tense moment before Wen Ning finally raised his head, only to find Jiang Cheng was also refusing to look at him, his arms crossed and his face red. Wen Ning couldn’t help but smile, remembering this Jiang-gongzi was still two years younger than he himself was. He opened his mouth to say something, but Jiang Cheng interrupted. 

“I don’t need your pity,” he mumbled, not even looking in Wen Ning’s direction.

Wen Ning breathed for a few minutes, and then told him sincerely, “I’m not here out of pity. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You know, like friends do.”

Jiang Cheng stared at him for a long moment. “Are we…friends?”

“Are–” Wen Ning hesitated, measuring his words. “Do you want to be, Jiang-gongzi?”

“...” 

For a moment, Wen Ning worried Jiang Cheng was going to say no , which would have been– well, very awkward.

“Sure.” 

Wen Ning was silent for a moment, before smiling. 

The week spent in Lotus Pier was uneventful compared to that first night, but far from boring. The rest of the Jiang disciples were nearly just as lively as Wei Wuxian, and clearly excited to have some new faces around to pull into their antics. Luckily for Wen Ning, most of said antics were harmless things like skipping practice to go swimming or going into town to get snacks without paying (Wei Wuxian assured him that Sect Leader Jiang would pay all the storeowners back for it later, and even Jiang Cheng didn’t seem overly opposed to it). 

Wen Qing seemed to have a good time. In fact, she probably smiled more during those eight days hanging out with the Jiang siblings than he’d seen her in the past three years since their parents died. How could Wen Ning be against something like that? 

In fact, he was somewhat loath to leave, now. 

“Ning-gege, do you have to go?” Jiang Yanli asked innocently, coming to pull on his sleeve. To Wen Ning’s nod, she ran over to pull on Jiang Cheng’s instead. “Er-ge~~”

“Don’t complain,” Jiang Cheng reprimanded, although it was clear he was only one tear away from caving and begging them to stay. “It’s unbecoming.”

Wei Wuxian laughed, shaking his head. He patted Wen Ning on the shoulder. “Wei, Wen-gongzi, you’ll definitely come back some time, won’t you?”

If it was up to Wen Ning, he absolutely would. He nodded, and Wei Wuxian smiled, turning back to his shimei. 

“See, A-Li? You’ll see them again.”

This was not enough for Jiang Yanli, who decided to take her last shot, collapsing into Wen Qing’s arms with a shriek. “Qing-jiejie, don’t go!”

A small smile passed over Wen Qing’s lips before she heartlessly let go of her friend, forcing her to catch herself before tumbling into the ground. She frowned, and Wen Qing said coldly, “Jiang-gongzi is right. It is unbecoming.”

Giving up, Jiang Yanli finally allowed a laugh. “Qing-jiejie didn’t mean to drop me, right? Wei, jiejie, you have to hug me before you go!”

Wen Qing stepped to the side to avoid Jiang Yanli. “Why should I?”

“It’s the rules! Right, Da-ge?”

Wei Wuxian startled, then grinned. “Right! We always have to hug before we part ways. It’s the rules.” 

Wen Qing had been skeptical, but hearing Wei Wuxian say it like this, she couldn’t simply refuse. Jiang Yanli pulled her into a tight embrace, and she didn’t resist. Afterwards, she turned to Wei Wuxian expectantly.

Wei Wuxian smiled, leaning down to give her a hug, and then stood up to hug Wen Ning. 

Which was sweet, Wen Ning had to admit. It was so sincere and nice. Wen Ning didn’t think he’d ever had a friend like this before, and he surely wasn’t complaining. 

When they parted, it appeared Wen Qing had already somehow managed to pry a hug from Jiang Cheng and was walking with Jiang Yanli over to the boat they would be taking back. Wen Ning was still for a moment, then cleared his throat, inclining his head Jiang Cheng’s way. 

“Jiang-gongzi, I’ll be leaving first.” 

“Wait!” Wei Wuxian interrupted, blocking him with his arm. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Wen Ning glanced at Wei Wuxian in confusion for a moment before it dawned on him what he meant. He looked over at Jiang Cheng standing awkwardly to the side, who startled, uncrossing his arms and opening his mouth to scold his shixiong. 

Before he could, Wen Ning took two steps towards him, and hugged him. 

He was speechless. Wen Ning didn’t blame him. 

Wen Ning stepped back, saluting the two brothers. “Jiang-gongzi, Wei-gongzi. Farewell.”

As he met back with his sister on the boat, Wen Ning could hear Wei Wuxian laughing from back on the pier, and he could just picture Jiang Cheng’s reluctant smile from beside him.

Several years passed in a blur, and while it felt as if no time had elapsed, it was clear everything had grown with the reality of it. By the time Wen Ning saw the Jiang brothers again in the Cloud Recesses, they had already become two respectable young men and notable up-and-coming cultivators of the next generation. Wei Wuxian slowly grew out of his lanky teenager phase, and Wen Ning had to admit, he held up to the rumors about him that spread to the young ladies of Qishan. He was quite good-looking.

Jiang Cheng was not far behind, although not as much of a fan-favorite. With each passing year his face grew more angular, and his features more defined. He was definitely handsome in his own right, and it would only be a matter of time before he drew the same fawning attention onto himself. 

Wen Ning shook his head. To this day, he was honestly surprised the two hadn’t grown up and forgotten about him entirely. 

Wen Ning was twenty now, bearing his courtesy name Wen Qionglin as he finally graduated his studies and became a senior disciple of the Wen Sect. 

And as if that wasn’t enough, he was about to swear brotherhood to two of the most anticipated young masters of the generation. What a birthday.

“Wen-xiong~!” 

Wen Ning sighed, standing up from the desk. He had already finished getting ready a while ago, but had yet to leave his room, still mentally preparing himself. 

“You can come in,” he called back weakly, and Wei Wuxian opened the door before he could reach it, grinning brightly. 

“Wen-xiong, are you ready?” 

Wen Ning nodded, letting Wei Wuxian throw his arm around Wen Ning’s shoulders. Wei Wuxian was dressed up nicely for the occasion, wearing the darker shade of Jiang purple which he usually preferred with his hair tied up more neatly than Wen Ning had seen it in a significant amount of time. He seemingly still refused to discard the bright red ribbon he always wore, despite the fact that the color didn’t match with his robes even a little bit. 

Wen Ning only found that stubbornness a bit endearing, understanding its purpose. The item was sentimental for him, so of course it would be unfair to ask him to part with it. If pressed… well, they would officially be sword brothers in just a few hours. The shade wasn’t significantly different from the clothes Wen Ning wore every day.

Wen Ning shook his head, taking the opportunity to reach up and poke the side of Wei Wuxian’s head. Wei Wuxian yelped and jumped away in an exaggerated gesture, letting the loose sleeves fall behind him. 

“Wen-xiong! When did you get so mean?”

Wen Ning shrugged, walking past him towards the door. “Are you coming? If Jiang Cheng is ready, we can start.”

Wei Wuxian laughed, hurrying after him. “Of course I’m coming, Da-ge .” The emphasis he put on the name was clearly teasing, but Wen Ning had never heard anyone but his sister call him like that. It was somewhat startling, reminding him exactly of what they were about to do. 

Wen Ning glanced at Wei Wuxian, who smiled brightly back at him. He opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by Jiang Cheng’s arrival. 

“What are you two doing over here, goofing off?” he asked, but the sharpness was as half-hearted as it always was with his two siblings, even though he was looking directly at Wen Ning. 

Wei Wuxian grinned, grabbing both of their arms. “Great, we’re all here.” 

Wen Ning shook his head, sighing in the fond way he often did with his sister. No, this was far from a bad thing, he thought as they went to take their bows. 

Wen Ning and his sister had been brought to Qishan as Wen Ruohan’s wards a long time ago, after their parents had died. Although they shared a surname with Wen Ruohan’s legitimate sons and grew up alongside them, attending the same classes and receiving the same benefits, they were not children of the main Wen family, and were thus not considered in the line of succession.

This was something everyone knew, and no one ever questioned.

Although technically Wen Ruohan had not named an heir, it was obviously expected to be his eldest son, Wen Chao. Which was why the announcement about who exactly he wanted to succeed him was so catastrophic. 

How could it be Wen Ning?

At the very least he would have chosen Wen Qing! He had always been impressed with her talent, and for good reason! Even if she was a girl, she was more talented than either of his sons or both put together. And it wasn’t like such a petty thing as tradition was going to stop Wen Ruohan from doing something. So why was it him ? 

Wen Ning didn’t want that kind of thing to fall on Wen Qing’s shoulders anyway, of course. She was still only a child. He was just confused. What had he ever done to garner his uncle’s attention?

It didn’t matter, really. He couldn’t go against Wen Ruohan’s wishes. He just hoped that this wouldn’t come to harm Wen Qing somehow, in some twisted plot directed at Wen Ning for stealing something that should have been Wen Chao’s. 

More immediately, the work that suddenly found its way to Wen Ning’s desk - he’d never had a desk before! How weird… - was not anything he had ever thought he’d need to do, and he certainly wasn't prepared for it. And it wasn’t like he could ask Wen Chao for help… 

“Gege, are you still working?”

Wen Ning glanced up, seeing his sister standing in the doorway, stubbornly not stepping all the way inside like she knew annoyed him. But what was he going to do? Absolutely nothing. Jiang Cheng, your siblings are such a bad influence!  

Wen Ning hummed.

Wen Qing finally smiled, hurrying into the room to kneel beside him without even closing the door. She grabbed his arm. “Gege, why don’t you ask Xian-ge and Wanyin-gege for help?”

Wen Ning immediately thought this sounded like some sort of scheme, however there was sense to her words. Both of them were familiar with the work associated with being a sect heir, surely they could be of help… 

“What are you planning?” he asked suspiciously.

Wen Qing only smiled, the expression too sweet for her usual demeanor. “Absolutely nothing! No, gege, I really mean it, there’s nothing! Why are you looking at me like that?”

Wen Ning rolled his eyes, petting the side of her head which made her frown and squirm away. 

“Ge! You’ll mess up my hair…”

“You never used to care so much about how you looked,” Wen Ning commented, his voice soft. 

Wen Qing replied, “We all have to grow up at some point. Besides, it’s not like I dress up like this every day.” 

Wen Ning shook his head, sighing. “I’ll send a letter to Jiang-xiong in the morning, and see what we can do. Do you need anything else?”

Wen Qing shook her head. “Gege, you should rest early. If you don’t get some sleep, you’ll surely fall ill, and it will be your own fault.”

“But you’ll still nurse me back to health, won’t you?” 

Wen Qing scowled at him. “Xian-ge would never believe me if I told him you teased me like this.”

Wen Ning smirked. “But it’s true, so how can I be teasing?” 

“You really-- hmph! I’m going to bed.”

Wen Ning could only watch the shadow of his little sister’s form as he said, “Goodnight, A-Qing…”

The moment Wen Ning’s letter arrived in Lotus Pier, Wei Wuxian was packing his bags. 

Unfortunately, Jiang Cheng couldn’t be the one to go. Jiang Fengmian needed him for whatever Sect Heir things he needed him for. Wei Wuxian was the next best thing. 

“Remember, this isn’t a vacation,” Jiang Cheng told him, as Jiang Yanli shoved some more “essential items” into his bag. 

“Oh? What is it then?” Wei Wuxian replied teasingly, earning a stern look from Jiang Cheng. Wei Wuxian sighed. “Don’t worry so much, Chengcheng. I know what I’m doing!” 

Jiang Yanli smiled, passing Wei Wuxian back his stuff. “Da-ge, you’ll bring back something fun as a souvenir, right?” 

Wei Wuxian patted her head. “Of course! What sort of thing does A-Li want?”

Jiang Yanli thought for a moment, before shaking her head. “It’s not a good gift if I know what it is ahead of time. Da-ge should pick it himself.”

Wei Wuxian laughed. How wise this girl was. He raised his head, casting a goofy look in Jiang Cheng’s direction. “I’ll be going now, alright?”

Jiang Cheng shoved him towards the edge of the pier. “Just get onto it already. Quit dawdling!” 

Wei Wuxian jumped, running a short distance from the two of them, onto the boat. As the boat pulled out from the dock, he waved, and didn’t stop until he could no longer see the bright purple ribbon in Jiang Yanli’s hair through the crowd of people. 

“You see? It’s not actually that hard once you have someone explain it to you.”

Wen Ning nodded in agreement, looking up at Wei Wuxian. “I’m not sure it’s so simple. Wei Ying is a good teacher.” 

Wei Wuxian was caught off guard by the compliment, quickly trying to deny it, but Wen Ning just went back to work. After a few minutes, he glanced up again, saying, “It will be boring for you to sit here with me. If I need something else, I’ll send for you, okay?”

Wei Wuxian nodded, shooting his sworn brother one last smile before stepping out of the study and into the bright sun. Well… that was a lot less work than I thought it would be.  

The first few days went just like this. Wen Ning would ask for help with a document of some sort, and after a short explanation from Wei Wuxian, would go on to complete plenty of work on his own. Ah, Wei Wuxian’s sworn brother was a clever one, wasn’t he? But on the other hand, what was Wei Wuxian supposed to do now?

He walked lazily through the empty courtyards of Nightless City, bored out of his mind, until a familiar voice caught his attention.

“Xian-ge, what are you doing? Are you slacking off again?” 

Wei Wuxian startled at the voice, but settled back down quickly, chuckling, “I’m not slacking off! Your brother doesn’t need to be babied, you know, so I really only have so much to do here.”

Wen Qing rolled her eyes at the excuse, which was… okay, fair. 

“What, do you have a task for me, Wen da-xiaojie?”

“In fact, I do!” Wen Qing replied, her face performatively serious. “A very important task. Xian-ge, are you really capable enough?” 

Wei Wuxian grinned. “Of course! If it’s for Wen-guniang, I am sure to find a way.”

Wen Qing slapped his arm. “If you go around talking to girls like that you’ll really get into trouble one day.”

Wei Wuxian pouted, rubbing the sore patch. He glanced up at Wen Qing, and smirked slightly. “Are you worried about me?” 

Wen Qing huffed. “Do you want something to do or not?”

“I do, I do,” Wei Wuxian assured. “Hit me with it, Wen-xiaojie.” He paused for a minute, before amending, “Not literally.”

Wen Qing struggled to keep a straight face after that, but her perseverance was nothing to laugh at, and she prevailed. “Come gather herbs with me.”

Wei Wuxian glanced at her, tilting his head. “Gather herbs?”

Wen Qing nodded. “That’s what I said! For medicine. I have to gather more, but it’s so much work.”

“You don’t have someone to bring them for you?” Wei Wuxian asked, suspicious. “Does your uncle not even have enough money to buy medicinal herbs for you, and you have to gather them yourself?”

Wen Qing’s face quickly started turning red, but her frown didn’t falter. “You know you’re the most annoying person I know, right?” 

“Oh, really?” 

Wen Qing scowled at him. “Yeah! You’re so annoying, Xian-ge, I can’t even annoy you.” 

Wei Wuxian shook his head, laughing. “Fine. You want to gather herbs? Let’s go.”

Jiang Yanli’s fifteenth birthday was about as far from a solemn occasion as you could get. The lively scene of Yunmeng and Lotus Pier was alight more than usual, and the streets were full of cheers. After all, their lady was now a young woman! The people of Yunmeng were as elated as if she were their own daughter, and the celebration reflected this. 

Donning her newly-bestowed hairpin - an unassuming but nonetheless expensive handcrafted piece of jade, with the pattern of a lotus flower engraved into the crown - Jiang Yanli had spent nearly the whole night out in the town, after slipping away from the official banquet in Lotus Pier. By the time she returned, her cheeks hurt from smiling, and her voice was raw from singing. She had fallen into bed, bemoaning her legs - so sore from dancing - before the servants drew her a bath and she fell asleep blanketed in warmth, the contagious happiness yet to fade as she slipped into dreams.

Even the morning after, she was as happy as could be. There was a noticeable skip to her step as she went towards the kitchens, thinking she’d make a nice breakfast for her and her brothers, since she was in the mood. 

Passing by the main hall, however, she was stopped in her steps. 

“They are both of age now,” a familiar voice pointed out. Lan Qiren’s. 

Jiang Yanli wasn’t overly familiar with the man, but he had a distinct voice. She recognized it immediately. 

Jiang Yanli heard her father hum in agreement. “That is true. If there is a time to discuss the marriage in complete terms, this would be the time.”

Whose marriage? It couldn’t be…

“A-Li’s birthday was only yesterday,” Jiang Yanli’s mother said, her voice devoid of any joy. “Do we have to do this now?”

Mine?!

It was true Jiang Yanli had been engaged to Lan-da-gongzi since she was very young, after the previous Sect Leader Lan’s wife had suddenly passed away. But it hadn’t hit her yet that being engaged meant that she would have to actually marry him! 

Jiang Yanli couldn’t think straight, immediately running to talk to the two people who could surely fix this. 

“Er-ge! Da-ge!”

As could have been predicted, Jiang Cheng was already up at this hour, with the sun fully risen over the horizon. He glanced up at her as she burst into the study, worry creasing his eyebrows. “A-Li? Is something wrong?”

Jiang Yanli wailed, throwing herself into his arms. “Er-ge, you have to help!” 

Jiang Cheng remained still, bewildered at the sudden outburst. Wasn’t it too early in the morning for life-altering events? What could possibly have her so worked up?

After a few moments, Wei Wuxian stumbled drowsily into the study as well, only half-dressed. Of course. That Wei Wuxian could sleep through the end of the world, but A-Li’s yelling would surely rouse him!

…

Jiang Cheng wasn’t complaining about that one. It was only right for an older brother.

“A-Li, don’t cry!” Wei Wuxian whined, kneeling beside the two of them and reaching out to rest a hand on Jiang Yanli’s back. 

She shifted her head to look at him, sniffling. “Da-ge…”

“It’s going to be okay,” Jiang Cheng tried to assure her, although the attempt was somewhat awkward. “Just tell us what happened. We’ll fix it.”

The tears in Jiang Yanli’s eyes seemed to melt away immediately, a smile blooming across her face as she sat up. “I knew you would. I can always count on you two.”

Wei Wuxian returned the smile, laughing a little. “Alright, kid, what happened?”

Jiang Cheng could almost hear the retort on his sister’s tongue. I’m not a kid anymore, Da-ge. I’m fifteen! Wei Wuxian had really been a bad influence on her in those ways. But before she could argue, her expression froze, becoming somewhat distressed. She said seriously, “Er-ge, Da-ge. I heard Mom and Dad talking to Lan Qiren-xiansheng this morning. About– me. And Lan-da-gongzi.”

Realization hit both brothers at once, and they glanced at each other. 

“About your engagement?” Wei Wuxian asked. 

Jiang Yanli nodded. “Er-ge, what if I don’t want to marry him? I’m only fifteen! How can I think about something as big as marriage?”

There was a long moment of silence as the three siblings considered what to do next.

Eventually, Jiang Cheng asked, “So, what do you want?”

“I don’t want to decide something like this right now,” Jiang Yanli said confidently, although it was clear she was trying very hard to maintain that calm. “What if I meet someone in five years that I truly love? That wouldn’t do at all!”

“So you want to break the engagement?” 

Jiang Yanli hesitated a moment before nodding. 

Jiang Cheng forced a smile, glancing at Wei Wuxian who wore a complicated expression. He turned back to his sister. “A-Li, I just want you to be happy. Mom and Dad want the same thing. If this is what you want, I’ll make sure you aren’t forced into anything until you’re ready.”

Jiang Yanli smiled sadly in return. “Thank you, Er-ge…”

Wei Wuxian yawned, breaking the tension that had fallen over them. “I’m feeling kind of hungry…”

Jiang Yanli’s expression quickly brightened. “Ah! Da-ge, I’ll make something tasty for the three of us, alright?”

She barely waited for an answer before hurrying off, some lightness returning to her steps, giving Jiang Cheng some relief.

Wei Wuxian sighed, moving to sit across from him at the table. He looked up at him, his expression somber. “Are you really going to ask Jiang-shushu to break the engagement?”

Jiang Cheng grimaced. “I don’t have a plan yet,” he admitted. After thinking for a while, he said, “I’ll probably talk to A-Niang about it first. She might jump on it if it gives her the chance to engage A-Li to Jin Zixuan later.”

A look of disgust crossed Wei Wuxian’s face for a moment before he smirked, leaning forward slightly. “Ah, Chengcheng. I didn’t know you were such a clever schemer?”

Jiang Cheng reached across the table to shove him. It was worth the effort, watching his brother laugh. 

Jiang Cheng huffed. “He’s your best friend,” Jiang Cheng said, feigning exasperation. 

Wei Wuxian hummed. “What Jiang-gongzi said makes sense. How about I go talk to Lan da-gongzi, and explain the situation? I’m sure he will not object, but that old man…”

“Watch yourself,” Jiang Cheng warned. “Lan-xiansheng is not an unreasonable person. He will listen to his nephew’s judgement before making the call.”

Wei Wuxian laughed. “Okay, whatever Jiang-gongzi says!” 

He hopped up to leave before Jiang Cheng could even roll his eyes, wondering if Lan Wangji was still around somewhere. Better to do it now than forget about it later, right? 

He decided to head towards the guest halls after getting more properly dressed, but was started by an unexpected presence on his left. He jumped, but the person just held onto his arm, walking along as if it was nothing. 

Wei Wuxian stared at her. “What are you–”

Wen Qing ignored his questioning, asking simply without looking at him. “So, you and Lan da-gongzi…?”

Wei Wuxian gave her a suspicious look. “What exactly are you getting at, Wen-xiaojie?” 

Wen Qing rolled her eyes. “Do you think you’re doing a good job at hiding it, Xian-gege? Lan da-gongzi is clearly head over heels in love with you, although I can’t imagine why--”

“Hey!”

“--and I wouldn’t believe you for a second if you said you didn’t feel the same. I bet A-Li knows too, and that’s why she wants to break the engagement.”

Wei Wuxian stopped walking, saying nothing for a long while. “She wouldn’t…”

Wen Qing frowned. “Wei, Xian-ge, it’s not like she wants to marry Lan da-gongzi. I hope you aren’t about to do something stupid like give up on him for her sake!”

Wei Wuxian looked startled, but nodded to himself. “Of course not…”

Wen Qing tilted her head, placing one hand against the side of his face to get him to look at her. “What’s wrong? Do you feel okay, Xian-ge--”

“I’m fine,” Wei Wuxian assured her, pulling her hand away, he smiled. “Were you too worried about me, A-Qing?”

Wen Qing huffed. “I wasn’t!” she insisted. “Are you going to talk to Lan-gongzi now or what?” 

Wei Wuxian laughed. Wen Qing was a good liar, changing the subject so effortlessly. “I am! I am, I am.” He took a long, deep breath. “Wen-guniang, wish me luck?”

Wen Qing looked at him seriously, her expression slightly concerned. “Are you really going to…”

Wei Wuxian didn’t reply.

Wen Qing just smiled, letting go of his arm. “Good luck, Xian-gege.”

It had been nearly six months since Wen Ning had visited Lotus Pier, too busy handling matters in Qishan to make the journey. It already felt like so much had happened, and he hadn’t gotten to catch up with Jiang Cheng this whole time. 

Six months ago had been Jiang Yanli’s fifteenth birthday, now Jiang Cheng’s was just a few days away. 

“Wei Wuxian is six days older than me, but I swear he acts younger than A-Li,” Jiang Cheng complained, easily accepting the drink that Wen Ning offered him. 

The banquet celebrating Jiang Cheng’s birthday was always held a couple days early, halfway between his and Wei Wuxian’s. Perhaps some people did not know the reason behind this, but Wen Ning was certainly someone who did. Usually, Wei Wuxian was very careful about not causing too much trouble and getting in the way of Jiang Cheng’s celebration, but this time had been much different.

Oh, well. Wen Ning supposed it was a net good thing that he and Lan Wangji had finally worked things out, in whatever way that was. Wen Ning wasn’t about to speculate. 

Wen Ning shook his head, smiling. “Your brother is such a bad influence.” 

Jiang Cheng glanced over at him, frowning. “Is your sister okay?” 

Wen Ning opened his mouth to reply, but Jiang Cheng caught up quickly, glancing away.

“Wen-xiong, don’t joke like that!” Wen Ning couldn’t suppress a snort in reply. Only Jiang Cheng and Wen Qing would say something like that - they really knew him better than anyone else. 

Jiang Cheng sighed. “I’m tired.”

“Do you want me to leave, so you can sleep?” Wen Ning asked, pouring himself another bowl.

Jiang Cheng shook his head. “You’re fine. The solidarity helps, you know?”

Wen Ning breathed a laugh, nodding. “I understand. Cheers to older brother problems?”

Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes, lifting his bowl as well.  “Cheers.”

The next morning, it seemed Jiang Cheng really wasn’t getting out of bed any time soon. Wen Ning fought to suppress a laugh, straightening his own clothes as he left his sworn brother’s room. He didn’t really know where he intended to go, because he certainly wasn’t going to find Wei Wuxian until at least dinnertime, if that. He should probably just go take a bath and–

“Ning-gege! I need help with something.”

Wen Ning also had a little sister, and when he saw Jiang Yanli’s face appear in front of him, he immediately knew what that expression meant. As different as Wen Qing and Jiang Yanli were, they did have some things in common, after all. 

“Please, Ning-ge?” Jiang Yanli pleaded, acting about ten years younger than she really was. “It’s for Er-ge.”

Wen Ning couldn’t resist, and agreed to hear her plan. She grinned, grabbing his arm and conspicuously pulling him away to another room and closing the door. 

She sat opposite to him at a table already set out with tea and took a breath before saying, “It’s about Qin Su-jie.”

Wen Ning raised an eyebrow, reaching for the teapot. “I thought you said it was about Jiang-xiong?” 

“It is!”  Jiang Yanli insisted.

“What do those two have to do with each other?” 

Jiang Yanli sighed, explaining, “Er-ge is getting older. Soon, A-Die will want him to start handling more of the sect’s affairs, and A-Niang will push him to get married. Oh but, Ning-ge, he’s so particular! Ever since we were young, he’s criticized every girl he’s ever met - who would want to marry someone like that? Of course, I know him better than that, but still.”

“Okay, and what does this have to do with Qin-xiaojie?”

Jiang Yanli smiled, oddly sweet despite the scheming nature of it. “Exactly that! Qin-da-xiaojie is great, I think Er-ge saved her once during a night hunt or something, and she’s been trying to convince her father to allow it since. Isn’t it romantic?”

Wen Ning had to admit, if viewed under a certain lens, it definitely was. He shook his head. “And what do you want to do?”

Jiang Yanli waved her hand. “It’s really not much. Qin-zongzhu is coming to discuss other matters this week, and I know Su-jie will come along if she has the opportunity. I want to arrange for the two of them to have some time alone.”

Oh. 

“Isn’t the husband’s family supposed to take care of the proposal? Jiang-xiong hasn’t mentioned any of this…”

“Because he doesn’t know!” Jiang Yanli supplied quickly. “That’s why they need to talk before anyone brings it up to my parents. If Er-ge accepts Qin Su-jiejie’s offer, I’m sure A-Die will be open to it. And anyway, don’t you think Qin-xiaojie is brave for following her heart so openly?” Jiang Yanli performatively clutched her hands to her chest, sighing. “I cannot help but envy her courage.” She recovered from the dramatics fluidly, smiling like her usual self. “We should help her out, don’t you think?” 

Faced with this argument, Wen Ning really didn’t dare refuse.

As it turned out, Jiang Yanli was truly a capable host, and had things mostly handled in Lotus Pier on her own. What she needed from Wen Ning was simply for him to ask Qin Su’s older brothers on Jiang Cheng’s behalf.

If you asked most of the world, of course, Jin Zixiang and Jin Ziyao were not at all blood related to the young lady of the Qin Sect. As it so happened, though, the truth had privately come to light before Jiang Yanli would have even been born, and Jin Zixiang still very clearly regarded the girl as his sister. Wen Ning had only come to know this information recently, as Jiang Yanli’s mother was close with Jin Guangshan’s wife and had helped to tame the chaos when the truth was first revealed, and had let it slip to her daughter when she told her to, “Treat Qin-xiaojie as your sister, because she will be one day.” As if the engagement between her youngest daughter and Jin Zixuan hadn’t so long ago fallen through. 

Jiang Yanli had then explained this to Wen Ning, before sending him away on an unplanned visit to Lanling.

Oh, this was going to be awkward though, right? Why was it even Wen Ning doing this? He was in no way affiliated with the Jiang— well, no, that wasn’t entirely true. He was sworn brothers with the sect’s heir and head disciple. But why couldn’t Wei Wuxian have gone—?

Wen Ning sighed. It wasn’t really worth puzzling out, was it? He was already here, so he might as well get it over with.

Jin Zixiang came out to greet him personally, smiling as best he could although the gesture had a hint of awkwardness to it which Wen Ning returned in solidarity. 

To Jin Ziyao, this sort of thing was clearly more natural, as he reminded his older brother that they should go inside and offer their guest tea rather than just stand out in the sun like this, to which Jin Zixiang just laughed, seeming to take everything in stride as he gestured for Wen Ning to come with them. 

Seeing the two brothers interact like this, Wen Ning couldn’t help but smile. Siblings really were a gift from the heavens, weren’t they? Even if it could be a pain sometimes to get along with each other, Wen Ning couldn’t imagine a person in the world that truly hated their siblings.

“So, Wen-gongzi,” Jin Zixiang began, as his brother quietly poured tea for the three of them. “What did you come here for, so suddenly? Is it important?”

Wen Ning took a breath. “I suppose you could say that. It’s no life or death matter though, Jin-gongzi can relax.”

At that, Jin Zixiang let out a noticeable sigh. “Oh, good. I figured it wasn’t but-- ah, Wen-gongzi, you know how these things are.”

Wen Ning did, especially since becoming sect heir. Having to take charge like that in the heat of a moment, with so many people looking at you to lead and trusting you with their lives--  

Besides, Wen Ning knew cultivation had never been Jin Zixiang’s forte. He wasn’t bad at it by any measure - of course he wasn’t, not with the education of the Jin Sect and all their glory - but it was clear his heart lay elsewhere. Briefly, Wen Ning wondered if he really would cede his position as sect heir once Jin Zixuan was old enough. It was something everyone gossipped about, of course, but those gossips weren’t really what Wen Ning was interested in now. 

It was Jin Zixiang’s place, if he wanted it, to inherit the Jin Sect. Although he was not Jin Guangshan’s son by his legal wife, he was his son, and recognized as such. There had been many years in Jinlin Tai where Madame Jin had no birth son to speak of, and these two young masters in front of Wen Ning now were the only heirs they could have. But Jin Zixuan was seventeen now. In a few years, he would be old enough to officially take the position of heir. And yet Jin Zixiang seemed as unworried as ever. 

Wen Ning smiled to himself, shaking his head. He thought it was silly, really, the idea of brothers fighting for something as small and burdensome as that title. Whether Jin Zixiang became sect leader or Jin Zixuan, the brothers would surely support each other just the same, so did it really matter? 

Wen Ning didn’t notice he had gotten distracted until Jin Ziyao recaptured his attention, saying firmly, “Wen-gongzi?” 

“Ah, sorry,” Wen Ning tried to recover his bearings, remembering what he came here for. He cleared his throat. “Actually, it’s about your sister.”

“Sis--” 

Jin Ziyao elbowed his brother, cutting him off. To Wen Ning, he asked, “What do you know?”

Wen Ning sputtered a bit. “Ah, it’s not-- A-Li-- that is, Jiang-guniang told me. That’s not really the point-- I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”

Jin Ziyao still seemed suspicious, opening his mouth to say something before Jin Zixiang spoke first, “Of course, I would never accuse Wen-gongzi of having such intentions. What’s the matter?”

Wen Ning took a deep breath. “I’ve come on behalf of my sworn brother, Jiang Wanyin. Well, on Jiang Yanli’s behalf on her brother’s behalf, but that’s not-- ah, Qin-guniang has recently been trying to convince her parents to give their blessings, but A-Li wanted to get yours before she went to convince her brother of it.”

The two Jin brothers were quiet for a long while, taking this in. 

Wen Ning waited for one of them to speak, but the voice that came ended up not being either of theirs, but rather came from the doorway behind the two brothers. “Su-jiejie wants to marry Jiang Wanyin ?”

Jin Zixiang shot around, giving him a look. “A-Xuan.”

“Da-ge, you can’t possibly be considering it!” Jin Zixuan seemed to have no intention of backing down on this, stepping fully into the room and holding his ground. 

“How can you be so rude when we have guests?” Jin Zixiang tried to scold, but the attempt was half-hearted at best.

Unexpectedly, Jin Ziyao spoke next. “Da-ge, I don’t mean to undermine you,” he said softly, placing his teacup down to look at Jin Zixiang seriously. “But I have to agree with A-Xuan.”

Just as Wen Ning was starting to lose hope in convincing them, Jin Zixiang took a long breath, saying with more force than Wen Ning could ever remember hearing the man use before, “Do neither of you even want to consider A-Su’s feelings before writing this off with your judgements of other people?” 

Suddenly, both of the younger two didn’t dare speak. 

Jin Zixiang sighed, turning back to Wen Ning. “Actually, A-Su has mentioned this in her letters, but I hesitated to interfere in matters between the Qin and Jiang Sects.”

This, Wen Ning could fully understand. As far as the world knew, Qin Su had no real affiliation with the Jin Sect. Who were they to meddle in her affairs? 

“Wen-gongzi, I know you can vouch for Jiang Wanyin’s character - what do you think of it?” 

“I think--” Wen Ning paused, taking the time to measure his words before he could say with full sincerity, “I think Jiang-xiong can be quite irritable, but in reality, he has a soft heart. If there’s anyone with the determination to find that, I wouldn’t doubt it’s the young woman who is so unabashed in her actions that she would actively pursue him, rather than waiting around for him to figure it out himself.” 

Despite his hesitance, Jin Ziyao seemed a bit more open at the praise of his sister, regarding Wen Ning with caution instead of open hostility. 

Wen Ning quickly added, “As for Qin Su, I think she is a rather impressive woman herself. She is smart, as well. I think she is capable of knowing for herself what she wants, and doing her best to get it.”

For Jin Zixuan, this was reminding him of what he had just been scolded for, and it stung. You don’t even care about your sister’s feelings, you just jump on your first judgement without consideration for her. He frowned, crossing his arms, but did not argue. 

Jin Zixiang smiled lightly, nodding. “I believe in A-Su-meimei’s ability to make the judgement for herself. I want to thank Wen-gongzi for his consideration, anyway. Although we cannot acknowledge our relationship with her publicly, we do care for her like family.”

Wen Ning smiled. “I know you do. But do not thank me - it was Jiang-guniang who sent me specifically out of that consideration.”

“Then I hope Wen-gongzi can give her thanks on my behalf.”

“Of course.” 

There was really nothing else to say then, and of course Jin Ziyao picked up on this first, standing slowly. “Wen-gongzi, if you’re ready, let me walk you out.”

Wen Ning took a breath, standing as well. “Thank you for your hospitality.” He nodded in Jin Zixiang’s direction. “I hope good news will make its way to you soon.”

With that, Jin Zixiang laughed lightly and Wen Ning followed Jin Ziyao out. Unexpectedly, before he could make it out the front courtyard of Jinlin Tai, a hand caught his arm. 

“A-Xuan--” Jin Ziyao started, but Jin Zixuan spoke quickly to interrupt him. 

“Wen-gongzi, you really think Jiang Wanyin--”

Wen Ning smiled calmly, gently removing his hand. “Wanyin is a close friend of mine. Do you think I would call him my brother if I did not believe in his character?”

Jin Zixuan frowned slightly. “I’m just worried. A-Su--”

“Will be treated well, that much I can assure you,” Wen Ning told him. “There are many things I cannot guarantee, but I know that so long as Jiang xiong has a say in it, she will not come to harm. Is that enough?”

Reluctantly, Jin Zixuan finally nodded. He bowed. “Wen-gongzi, travel safely.”

Wen Ning nodded. “In that case, I will leave first.”

The sun was just brushing over the horizon that evening when Qin Su asked Jiang Cheng to walk with her, and the sky was a warm shade of orange when she said her legs were getting tired, and Jiang Cheng suggested they sit down for tea instead. 

Jiang Yanli dragged Wen Ning over to hide across the water and spy on them, which felt more wrong than the rest of the plan, but seemed understandable as well, so Wen Ning just stayed quiet and didn’t say anything. 

Nothing interesting happened for a long time, and Wen Ning couldn’t hear much of their conversation from this far away. He just managed to catch Jiang Cheng suggesting they should go back, as the sky became tinted blue.

He stood, saying it was late, but Qin Su grabbed his wrist. “Jiang-gongzi, I actually wanted to--”

Jiang Cheng stared at her blankly, completely not understanding where this was going. 

“--ask you about something. It will only be a few minutes.”

Jiang Cheng sat back down, concern lining his face. “Qin-xiaojie, is something the matter?”

Qin Su paused for a moment, but smiled, shaking her head. “Nothing worth worrying about. Actually, I wanted to ask about… your marriage.”

“My marriage?” Jiang Cheng looked at her, confused. “I haven’t thought about it recently. Why?” 

“I was just thinking,” she began, twisting her skirt in her hands. She took a deep breath before saying, “We’re both around the age to think about it, and I think we could get along…”

Jiang Cheng nodded absently, and a long moment of silence passed before he realized what he was nodding along to. “Wait, Qin-xiaojie, you--” 

Qin Su’s eyes widened slightly at the harshness of her tone, but she was determined. “Jiang-gongzi, I would be honoured if you would consider it.” 

Jiang Cheng sputtered, caught entirely off guard. “You want-- Me-- marriage???”

“If you don’t want to…”

“I don’t! I don’t want to get married!”

All at once, Qin Su’s kind expression faltered, melting into a frown. She said quietly, “Jiang-gongzi, there is no need to yell. I will head back first.”

Jiang Yanli turned to Wen Ning, suddenly panicked. 

“I’ll go talk to Su-jie, you--”

Wen Ning nodded. “I understand. Go quickly.”

Jiang Yanli glanced at him with a pained smile before hurrying off in the direction Qin Su had gone. Wen Ning stood up carefully, letting out a sigh.

“Jiang-xiong,” he said quietly, hoping to not startle his sworn brother too badly as he approached. Jiang Cheng continued to shake his head as he leaned against the edge of the pavilion and mumbled to himself. “Come on, let’s go back to your rooms. You’ll get sick if you stay out here.”

Jiang Cheng didn’t say anything, but let Wen Ning lead him along which was… something. Wen Ning would take the win.

“Jiang-xiong, do you want something to drink?” 

Jiang Cheng shook his head. “It’s fine, I--” After a pause, his words simply devolved into unintelligible moans. 

Wen Ning sighed, moving to sit beside his friend. “I’ll stay here, if you want to talk about it.”

Eventually, Jiang Cheng nodded, inviting him to stay, although the action was as performatively reluctant as always. Neither of them said anything for a long while, both of them taking time to slowly calm back down. 

“I don’t want to get married.”

“You said as much.”

Jiang Cheng scowled at him, but sighed. “I-- I don’t know if I’m scared or what, but every time I think about it…”

There was silence for a moment, and Jiang Cheng waited, as if for Wen Ning to fill it. He didn’t. Jiang Cheng sighed. 

“I just want to keep working hard to become a good cultivator and good sect leader. I’d rather just not think about it.”

Wen Ning nodded sympathetically, waiting for a while longer to see if Jiang Cheng would say anything more before asking, “Is it so bad, the idea of getting married?” 

“I guess not? Not really . But...”

“You’re going to be expected to get married at some point, as the sect heir.”

Jiang Cheng grumbled, not looking at Wen Ning. “I know that already, but--”

“I’m sorry,” Wen Ning said. “I shouldn’t have helped to put you in that situation today.”

Jiang Cheng shook his head, continuing as if the apology had never happened. “Qin-xiaojie is… she’s nice. I don’t-- I don’t hate her or anything, I might even kind of like her? Maybe? But I’m worried…”

“I think Qin-xiaojie is an understanding person. You should talk to her honestly about what you’re worried about, instead of…”

“Shit.” Jiang Cheng looked at Wen Ning suddenly, his face tense. “Wen-xiong, I’m an idiot, aren’t I?”

“Maybe a little,” Wen Ning said, although he knew Jiang Cheng was probably too busy worrying to hear the words. “Not as much as your brother.” 

Of course, the joke didn’t land. Jiang Cheng stood, his voice rising a little. “I have to-- I need to fix this--” 

He took several steps towards the door, but Wen Ning grabbed his arm to stop him. “It’s late, Jiang-xiong. Qin-xiaojie has had a long day of travel. You should rest and talk to her in the morning.”

Jiang Cheng looked back at him, anxiety framing his face. “But–”

“Trust me,” Wen Ning insisted, and Jiang Cheng seemed too exhausted to argue more than that. “Rest, Jiang-xiong.”

When Wen Ning finally left Jiang Cheng’s room, after he’d made sure he washed his face and turned out the lights, laying down to sleep, Jiang Yanli was already standing outside. The moonlight reflected off her face, highlighting the tears of concern that decorated her eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, but Wen Ning motioned her not to. They walked in silence for a few moments, until they were far enough away that they wouldn’t disturb Jiang Cheng.

Eventually, the silence was broken. “Ning-ge, how is he? Did he take it too badly? I didn’t mean to…”

“He’ll be fine, A-Li. He doesn’t blame you.” 

Jiang Yanli looked up at him, and the tears in her eyes began to slip out. Wen Ning panicked slightly.

“A-- A-Li…”

“I’m sorry, Ning-gege, I didn’t mean for this to happen. I thought-- I thought it would be good for them both, but I was wrong. I’m--”

“Don’t apologize,” Wen Ning interrupted, clearing his throat. He really didn’t know how to handle a girl crying - it wasn’t like A-Qing burst into tears at every inconvenience! He could only glance away, trying to keep his voice even. “Was anyone hurt?”

Jiang Yanli stared at him, confused for a moment before shaking her head.

“Then things will be alright,” Wen Ning told her, hoping the words were somewhat comforting. He coughed, glancing at her for just a moment to see the smallest smile peeking across her face. “Come on. It’s late, I’ll walk you back.”

Jiang Yanli covered her grin with her sleeve. “Ning-ge, shouldn’t I be offering that to you? This is my home!”

Wen Ning rolled his eyes, glad that she seemed mostly back to normal. “Are you coming or not? I don’t want you to wake anyone else up being so loud.”

Jiang Yanli frowned performatively, but came to walk beside him. “Ning-ge, your teasing is too cruel. Even Da-ge cannot match you!”

Wen Ning smiled a bit to himself, hoping that was a compliment.

Yunmeng was as bright and lively as it always was on this midsummer day. Moreso, given the occasion. It wasn’t every day the heir to a Great Sect got married, after all, especially not from your Great Sect. Wen Ning hadn’t seen the people of Yunmeng quite so lively since Jiang Yanli’s birthday last year. 

All of Lotus Pier was draped in red and gold alongside the clan’s purple. They were two colours that ought to have clashed terribly under the bright sun, but that they somehow made work. Never let it be said that there was not an artistic mind in the Jiang Sect. Clearly, there were many. 

“Ning-ge!!” a bright voice called to him before he heard a stampede of feet pounding against the wooden piers toward him. 

Wen Ning smiled as a gaggle of junior Jiang disciples accompanied by Wei Wuxian and Jiang Yanli assaulted him with greetings. Wei Wuxian grinned, waving awkwardly before Wen Ning pulled him into a sudden hug. 

“I guess Lan-da-gongzi isn’t here yet?” Wen Ning speculated, looking at his sworn brother’s bewildered, smiling face. 

Wei Wuxian pouted as soon as he’d actually processed the words being spoken to him. “Wen-xiong, how did you know?”

Wen Ning shook his head, laughing internally. It was really too easy to guess, with how inseparable the two were. 

“Xian-ge, you’re so obvious,” Wen Qing scolded fondly from beside Jiang Yanli. Despite being shorter than the other girl, Wen Qing had a mature appearance that made her look five or six years older than her friend, instead of one. Wen Ning couldn’t help but lament this. How unfair, that she would grow so fast. How much longer would he be allowed to call her his baby sister?

“Where’s Jiang-xiong now?” Wen Ning asked, shaking the thought. Today was a happy day, not a time to worry about Wen Qing growing up and getting married herself. 

Jiang Yanli laughed. “He should be in Laoling trying to get past Qin Su’s brothers.”

“Ah, I should have wished him luck,” Wen Ning said with a fake sigh.

“You know he’ll need it.”

Wei Wuxian looked between the two of them, confused. “What do you two know that I don’t?”

“I just hope Jin Zixuan doesn’t stab anyone,” Wen Qing contributed, and Wen Ning had absolutely no idea how she had found out because by the looks of it, Jiang Yanli hadn’t told her.

“No, seriously,” Wei Wuxian said again. “What are you talking about?”

Wen Ning smiled, elbowing him lightly as they all walked further into Lotus Pier. “I’ll tell you if you can refrain from immediately throwing yourself at Lan-gongzi when he arrives.”

Wei Wuxian huffed. “That’s not even hard–”

“Wei Ying.”

Jiang Yanli and Wen Qing snickered, stepping out of the way as Wei Wuxian blew past them straight into Lan Wangji’s arms. 

“Xian-ge really doesn’t believe me when I tell him,” Wen Qing complained, allowing Jiang Yanli to loop their arms together.

“Right?” Jiang Yanli agreed. “One time, I said Ning-ge was funnier than him, and he laughed it off like it was a bad joke.”

Wen Ning was not in the mood to tell the girls off for gossipping. He glanced up at the sky. It was just about noon, which meant the bridal procession should be well on its way. They probably still wouldn’t arrive before late afternoon. In the meantime, Wen Ning went with the two girls to find something to eat.

Two days later, Wen Ning finally found the chance to talk to his sworn brother and his new wife over breakfast.

“Qin-xiaojie, don’t break his heart, okay?” he warned, passing her a cup of tea.

Qin Su smiled. “Why are you warning me? He’s the one that broke my heart.”

Wen Ning nodded. “True.” He turned to Jiang Cheng. “Don’t hurt her, or I’ll hurt you myself.” 

Jiang Cheng looked taken aback at first, but the expression quickly turned into feigned annoyance. “Not you too! I already have the whole Jin and Qin families threatening my life, I don’t need this. Wen-xiong, I thought we were friends.”  

Wen Ning smirked. “Are we friends?”

Jiang Cheng waited for a long moment before smiling. “Do you want to be?”