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“Wei-Xiong! Wait up!!” Nie Hauisang pants out as he runs to catch up with his best friend. Said best friend spins around with a bright grin, waving him over.
“Nie-Xiong you’re so slow, come on!” Wei Ying teases, laughing when Hauisang spluttered in offense, but then they both laugh as they start walking side by side.
“Do you think Lan-Xiong will be excited to see us, or will he ignore us in favor of Old Man Lan?” Hauisang says curiously, tapping his closed fan lightly against his mouth in wonder.
“Lan-Xiong will definitely ignore us at the opening ceremony, but I think it’ll be fine afterwards.” They both look up and spot Lan Qiren, Lan Xichen, and Lan Wangji standing at the front to accept gifts when they get to the
entrance of the building.
Lan Qiren stands there looking strict and uncompromising. Lan Xichen looks softly amused as all the disciples hurry to their seats. Lan Wangji looks as unbothered as usual, though he glances over at his friends for a moment before looking out over the classroom.
Wei Ying, courtesy Wuxian, had been brought into Yunmeng Jiang when he was 9 years old, after living for 5 years on the streets of Yiling.
He grew up to be a brilliant cultivator and inventor, though the madam of the Jiang sect hated him with every fiber of her being, the heir was jealous, the daughter thought of him as another brother, and the sect leader just saw him as a replacement to take over as his old friend so that he could live vicariously through his son and old friend’s child.
He was raised to be a shield for the Jiang’s more than a sibling and he knew it.
He was eerily smart, strong, and fast. People whispered that he was a bastard of Jiang Fengmian, but no one had ever seen him change, so they couldn’t prove it.
And he grew up looking more and more like his father with hints of his mother, but he was still stunningly beautiful.
He flirted shamelessly but it was always harmless and always got him the information he needed for whatever he was doing, or cheaper items and the like.
He remembered clearly his Soulmate and that he would come back to him, and while he didn’t trust the Jiang’s with what he was and that he knew his Soulmate, he did trust Nie Hauisang and Lan Wangji.
Both knew what he was and that his Soulmate was someone powerful, and the Jiang’s allowed their friendships because it was powerful for the Sect, though they were actual friends and not just for show.
Back to the ceremony happening now, Wei Ying grins wickedly at Lan Zhan, making the other huff and tip his head slightly at him and Hauisang. Hauisang snickers behind his fan and avoids looking at Lan Qiren lest he yell at him for being frivolous.
The doors suddenly slammed open mid gift giving from Wei Ying and Jiang Wanyin, making everyone turn to look at the doors.
There stood the second young master of the Qishan Wen clan with other disciples behind him. A lot of the people in the room pale slightly and shift uncomfortably, some grimacing at the sight of the man.
Wei Ying notices the two behind him and his eyes widen in recognition before smirking slightly. Though he refrains from saying anything, lest he anger his Shidi.
He tilts his head, glancing at Wen Qing who gives him a quick look before glancing away, Wen Ning is too scared to look at him for fear of getting Wen Chao’s attention on him.
“Wen-Er-Gongzi, I was not aware that Qishan Wen were going to be attending the Lectures this year.” Lan Qiren intones, staring the man down alongside his disciples.
“My father – the Chief Cultivator is sending my cousins to join your Lectures, though why he is is beyond me, the Wen Clan is the most powerful and doesn’t need learning from another clan.” The words are sneered and the look on his face is grotesque.
Lan Qiren bristles slightly, Lan Xichen hurries to stop his uncle from saying something that could put their sect in danger, inclining his head in acknowledgement. “Please thank his Excellency for allowing some of his disciples to attend our lectures, I’m sure what they learn from here will be quite enlightening.”
Wen Chao snorts but waves his hand dismissively. “I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?” He turns away, missing the flash of crimson on the butterfly around Wei Ying’s throat, shooting towards him too fast for anyone to see but Wei Ying whose eyes widen slightly.
Wen Chao goes flying as he takes his first step down the stairs, tripping over nothing and face planting more than a few feet away. The other Wen disciples and everyone else are horrified and confused because no one moved.
Wei Ying plays the perfect role of Lan Zhan and has an emotionless face, lest he burst out laughing and make them think he did it.
His Gege never does like when he or his best friends’ families are hurt or upset. Though in all honesty, no one likes Wen Chao.
Wen Chao wheezes and coughs the dirt out of his nose and mouth, hacking up all manner of what got in his mouth from his trip down the stairs.
People around the room struggle to keep their laughs in check and look away, making terrible faces and some just letting their faces drop so they don’t look.
Wen Qing looks up at the sky, avoiding looking at the man so she won’t laugh. Wen Ning lifts a sleeve to his mouth, biting the cloth to stop the smile threatening to take over.
Lan Xichen looks stunned for a moment before looking down, taking a deep breath to calm himself. Lan Zhan looks as impenetrable as always though the amusement in his eyes is unmistakable.
Lan Qiren shakes his head at the uncouth manners the Wen is displaying, before roughly telling his guards to help the man up.
Wei Ying turns shocked eyes on the Elder, realizing his voice was rough because he was holding back a laugh. He turns amused eyes on Hauisang who is just as shocked and amazed, his fan hiding his face from view.
The red spark from the butterfly swirls around the Wen as he gets helped back to his feet, still too fast for anyone to see and looks almost as if it wants to do something else before returning to the necklace and fading.
Lessons just get duller as they progress until the Discussion conference in Qinghe.