It had been four years since Wei Wuxian and Lan Rin died.
Gusu
Lan Wangji was sitting in Jingshi, his back finally had a scab and it wasn't hurting like it did back then, at least that was what he thought. In reality, through the many nights of agony, Lan Wangji was deliberately sleeping on his back whenever his heart's pain felt unbearable. Yet compared to his heart's pain, the pain of his back or the pain of his chest were nothing. Lan Wangji clenched his fists and murmured:
"Wei Ying, Lan Rin, where are you? Did you die?"
Tears streamed down Lan Wangji's face as he sat on his mat, sipping his tea. Lan Sizhui woke up and looked at Lan Wangji:
"Hanguang-Jun."
Lan Wangji:
"Come, sit."
Lan Sizhui walked to him, he was now seven years old, he sat on a mat and said:
"Hanguang-Jun, can I play zither?"
Lan Wangji:
"Eat."
Lan Sizhui didn't talk further, he started having his breakfast, Lan Wangji was also having his breakfast. When they were done, Lan Wangji sat across from Lan Sizhui and started playing the zither, he started playing "Inquiry", he was playing the easy and most commonly used sentences which were "who are you" and "who killed you". Lan Sizhui observed and he also strummed the strings of the zither, it was a success, he already picked up how to play those questions and Lan Wangji said:
"Enough for today, rest."
Lan Sizhui nodded and went back to his bed, resting.
Lan Xichen was at the ancestral hall, Lan Wangji knew he would find his brother here, Lan Xichen broke the silence:
"Wangji."
Lan Wangji:
"Brother, A-Yuan is so talented, he is already picking up the zither very well."
Lan Xichen:
"Today I saw A-Yi impersonating some of our sword moves, he was good."
Lan Wangji slightly smiled, he sat on a mat and bowed, he then asked:
"Brother, are there any traces of them?"
Lan Xichen shook his head:
"There are no traces of Rinrin or Xian."
Lan Wangji left the ancestral hall, made his way back to Jingshi.
Yunmeng
Jiang Yanli was in the ancestral hall with Jin Ling. Jin Ling was sitting on her lap and she showed Wei Wuxian's memorial tablet to him and said:
"A-Rulan, he is Wei Ying, Wei Wuxian. He is your senior uncle, and he gave your courtesy name, Rulan."
Jin Ling:
"My senior uncle?"
Jiang Yanli:
"Yes, he is a good person."
Jin Ling:
"Mom, why did he go?"
Jiang Yanli kew very well how Wei Wuxian died, she gulped and said:
"A-Rulan, he had to go."
Jin Ling:
"Will he come back?"
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THE UNTAMED HEART
FanfictionThis is a fanfiction based on The Untamed. The events take a twist as Jiang Cheng starts leaving the Burial Mounds, considering his training as a leader lacked and he had to take over his sect as the youngest leader, it is no surprise that he was un...
