Wangxian Prompt/Self-fill Dump

Medusa Pt 3

Wei Ying wore a long black veil as he walked between two of Wen Qing's personal handmaids. He wore a flowing hanfu in gauzy black and red chiffon. The outfit was lose enough to mistake him for a woman but cinched just right to allow him to transform and fight as he needs. It is a measure of both safety as well as surprise. His hair had been combed and brushed until the natural curls coiled into silky singlets and gathered into a beautiful bun with spider lilies and lotuses pins. His lips were tinted a dark rouge with a brighter crimson lined his eyes as a delicately painted red lotus with a cresent moon hanging above it. His cheeks were dusted with pink powder to bring a more feminine set to his face.

The Queen had veen summoned to Yunmeng Jiang and she was wary to go alone, but at the same time she wanted to leave Wei Ying and Wen Ning home where the villagers would keep the two young men safe. She did not know why she felt so uneasy about leaving them. However she was a practical woman and while she was a realist, she understood that some things were truly divine and Wei Ying was a something that no books could ever hope to explain the how or why of it.

They set out not even a month before and were now walking from the ferry that carried them to Lotus Pier, towards the Lotus Palace where the King and Queen stood waiting for them. Queen Yu Ziyuan was scowling as she is wont to do, but manages to sound welcoming if haughty. Wen Qing does not react to the subtle bait as she gives a bow and those of lower rank and birth bowed lower than her. Wei Ying subtly slipped his tongue out and gathered the scents into it before pulling it in and tasted the scents, desciphering and catagorizing them.

The warm rich taste of home cooking was strongest, but there was the scent of ozone and hot iron that held feminine notes. That was the Queen, the Violet Spider. The King's was muddy and humid, like the rich silt resting on the banks of the rivers.

"Welcome, Wen Qing, Queen of Yiling." They greet her.

"Thank You for hosting my small party... My brother, Prince Wen Qinglon." She waves at hee nervous little brother who bows and they nod back.

"You must be tired, come." Jiang Fengmian says abd claps onxces, a team of eunuchs rushed out to guide them to their chambers. Wei Ying passes someone and freezes only a breatha and then keeps going as acidic green of his eyes glare at the eunuch who was guiding him. A quick flick of his tongue, Wei Ying frowns at the scent of expensive incense.

'A spy....' He thinks. As the person moves abd a second flick of the tongue tells him that thisnis no eunuch. He would keep a close eye one them....