Journey And Memories (Wangxian ff)

chapter 5

Haoxuan and Fie traveled toward the Lanling Jin Sect together with Song Lan, Xiao Xingchen, and Shen Yuan.
Accompanying them were the two people assigned to guard them—Ying Yuan and He Na.
Meanwhile, the Lan juniors returned to their own sect, the Gusu Lan Sect.
Haoxuan and Fie both wore masks during the journey to avoid drawing attention.
After traveling for some time, the seven of them decided to stop at an inn and rest for the night before continuing their trip to Lanling the next day.
Inside their room, Haoxuan and Fie finally relaxed after the long day.
Fie sat quietly by the window.
From his pocket, he took out a small pocket locket. When he opened it, a soft melody began to play.
It worked just like a music box.
A gentle tune filled the quiet room.
Haoxuan looked over at him.
“You’re playing that again?” he asked.
Fie smiled faintly as he watched the tiny mechanism inside the locket move.
“It helps me relax,” he replied softly.
The melody was familiar—one that reminded him of their old world.
For a moment, both brothers fell silent.
The quiet music seemed to carry memories from a place that no longer existed for them.

This how it looks.)

(Sorry I put this tune because I really like the music box version of this.and Another thing in this story  wei ying is The one who made the locket. He just heard the tune from deepest of his memory.)

“A-Fie,” Haoxuan called his little brother softly.
Fie turned to him, his eyes filled with sadness. “Er-ge…”
Haoxuan sat beside him. He understood his brother very well.
“It’s alright,” he said gently. “Didn’t you hear what Da-ge said? We’ll catch up with him after we save the leader of Jiang City.”
Fie nodded quietly and continued listening to the soft melody from the locket.
Soon, the two brothers fell asleep.
The Next Morning
By morning, they had already arrived at the territory of the Lanling Jin Sect.
However, they decided not to go directly to the sect.
Ying Yuan and He Na suggested that they first gather information and prepare themselves for whatever might happen.
Instead, they arranged to meet the leader of the Yunmeng Jiang Sect.
When the man arrived, his expression darkened immediately.
“Wait… Mo Xuanyu?” murmured Jiang Cheng.
Then his eyes widened when he saw another familiar face.
“…Xue Yang?”
Not only them—Song Lan, Xiao Xingchen, and Shen Yuan were also present.
“What is the meaning of this?” Jiang Cheng demanded.
His spiritual weapon Zidian crackled with lightning, ready to strike.
Haoxuan suddenly laughed.
“So in this world I’m really that psychopath Xue Yang? Wow.”
“Please calm down, Sect Leader Jiang,” Fie said quickly. “This man here is not Xue Yang, and I am not Mo Xuanyu.”
Jiang Cheng’s eyes narrowed dangerously.
“Are you playing games with me?” he snapped. “This man saved you that day—”
“Yes,” Fie replied calmly. “He did save me. But the spirit of Mo Xuanyu had already left this body. I reincarnated in it.”
He pointed to himself.
“My name is Li Fie. This is my cousin, my Er-ge, Wang Haoxuan. We also have another brother, but he’s currently searching for our grandmother.”
Jiang Cheng looked unconvinced.
“So why did you call me here?” he asked coldly.
Fie’s expression turned serious.
“At the upcoming night hunt, you will be framed.”
Jiang Cheng frowned.
“You will be accused of harming a member of the Gusu Lan Sect,” Fie continued. “And the one who will judge you… will be Lan Xichen.”
Jiang Cheng immediately shouted.
“That’s impossible!”
Fie remained calm.
“I know you don’t believe us. But ask yourself something… Have you ever wondered how Nie Mingjue really died?”
“He died from qi deviation,” Jiang Cheng growled.
“No,” Fie said quietly. “He was murdered.”
Jiang Cheng froze.
“The killer wanted revenge,” Haoxuan added. “And now he wants to kill you too.”
“Why?” Jiang Cheng demanded.
“Because he wants Lan Xichen,” Fie answered.
Jiang Cheng’s eyes widened.
“…A man?”
“Yes.”
“And who is it?”
Fie looked at him carefully.
“Think about it. Who was closest to Sect Leader Nie before his death?”
Jiang Cheng whispered the name slowly.
“…Jin Guangyao?”
Fie nodded reluctantly.
Later – Carp Tower
Jiang Cheng returned to the Carp Tower, lost in thought.
He barely noticed where he was until someone called his name.
“Wanyin?”
It was Lan Xichen.
Jiang Cheng glared at him, surprising the gentle sect leader.
“What’s wrong?” Lan Xichen asked worriedly.
Jiang Cheng’s voice trembled.
“A-Huan… if something happens during the night hunt… will you believe me?”
Lan Xichen blinked in confusion.
“What do you mean?”
“Just answer me!” Jiang Cheng shouted, trying not to cry.
Lan Xichen immediately replied.
“Of course I will believe you.”
He gently held Jiang Cheng’s face.
But Jiang Cheng only laughed bitterly.
“Someone told me that during the night hunt I would be framed,” he said hoarsely. “They said you would kill me without even listening to my side.”
Lan Xichen’s eyes widened in shock.
“I would never—”
Jiang Cheng continued bitterly.
“You trusted Jin Guangyao over your own brother. You believed him when Lan Wangji tried to defend the Yiling Patriarch.”
Lan Xichen froze.
“You believed him so completely… that your own brother stopped trusting you.”
Jiang Cheng’s tears fell freely now.
“I’m only your lover, A-Huan. If you couldn’t trust your own brother… how can I trust that you’ll believe me?”
He wiped his tears roughly.
“Maybe we should keep our distance… for now.”
Then Jiang Cheng turned away and walked back to his guest room, sealing the door with talismans.
Lan Xichen stood frozen.
His heart felt like it was breaking.
He didn’t even notice that tears were running down his face.
Had he really trusted Jin Guangyao so blindly?
Had that trust cost him his brother… and now Wanyin?
Lost in thought, Lan Xichen walked back to his room.
He didn’t even notice someone standing outside.
It was Jin Guangyao.
Lan Xichen passed him without a word and closed the door.
Jin Guangyao frowned.
“Er-ge…?”
No answer.
Then he heard something inside.
Lan Xichen was crying.
Jin Guangyao knocked on the door urgently.
“Er-ge! What happened?”
But the door remained closed.
And for the first time, Jin Guangyao felt something was very wrong.