Journey And Memories (Wangxian ff)

chapter 6

Jin Guangyao’s Chamber
Jin Guangyao was furious.
Earlier, his Er-ge, Lan Xichen, had ignored him completely. Not only that—Lan Xichen had walked past him without even acknowledging his presence and locked the door to his room.
Worse… he heard Lan Xichen crying inside.
Jin Guangyao clenched his fists tightly.
Whoever made my love cry… they will pay with their life, he thought coldly.
He immediately called one of his most loyal followers.
“Investigate what happened today,” he ordered quietly.
The man bowed deeply.
“Yes, Sect Leader.”
Then he left the chamber to carry out the order.
Jin Guangyao’s smile slowly disappeared, replaced by a dark expression.
Something had clearly happened.
And he intended to find out who dared to interfere.
Lan Xichen’s Guest Room
Inside his room, Lan Xichen lay on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
His thoughts were in complete chaos.
Wanyin wants to distance himself from me…
His chest tightened painfully.
Did I do something wrong?
Lan Xichen closed his eyes.
Is it wrong to trust my sworn brother?
To him, Jin Guangyao had always been gentle, kind, and thoughtful.
A-yao had risked his life to save him during the time Wen Ruohan burned the Cloud Recesses.
A-yao had helped him when he had nowhere to go.
Could Wanyin be jealous…?
Lan Xichen shook his head slightly.
A-yao is only my younger brother…
Wanyin is my lover.
They were completely different.
Before he could think further, someone knocked gently on the door.
Lan Xichen knew visitors were not allowed.
But he still didn’t respond.
Right now, he only wanted to be alone.
His mind and heart were both in turmoil.
He didn’t want to lose Wanyin the way he had lost the trust of his own brother.
Then a familiar voice came from outside.
“Er-ge, it’s me. You didn’t eat dinner, so I brought food for you.”
It was Jin Guangyao.
Lan Xichen’s chest tightened.
He felt guilty.
A-yao had come all this way just to make sure he ate…
But Lan Xichen still remained silent.
Slowly, he raised his hand and placed a silence talisman on the door.
The sound from outside immediately disappeared.
Jin Guangyao’s voice could no longer be heard.
Lan Xichen closed his eyes.
He was too exhausted.
His thoughts had drained all his strength.
Without realizing it, he slowly fell asleep.
The Dream
Suddenly…
An incense burner in the corner of the room lit up on its own.
The thin smoke curled softly through the air.
Lan Xichen’s breathing deepened.
And then the nightmare began.
Lan Xichen opened his eyes.
He didn’t know where he was.
The surroundings were incredibly bright.
Everything looked pure and peaceful, almost like a heavenly realm.
White clouds floated beneath his feet, and the air felt strangely calm.
Then a voice spoke behind him.
“Isn’t it beautiful?”
Lan Xichen immediately turned around.
But when he saw who it was—
His eyes widened in shock.

“Wait! Da-ge, please! Wanyin! Wanyin! WANYIN!!”
Lan Xichen shouted desperately.
His voice echoed through the endless white space as he ran forward, tears streaming down his face.
He looked around wildly, hoping to catch even a glimpse of his lover, Jiang Cheng.
But suddenly—
The surroundings changed.

Lan Xichen found himself standing in Cloud Recesses.
He watched himself teaching Jin Guangyao the cleansing music.
At first everything looked normal.
Then the scene changed again.
Jin Guangyao was now playing the cleansing music for Nie Mingjue.
Lan Xichen listened carefully.
Suddenly—
His eyes widened.
Two notes were wrong.
Not just wrong.
They were different from the music he had taught.
“No…” Lan Xichen whispered.
The strange music continued to play.
Lan Xichen tried to stop him.
But he couldn’t move.
He couldn’t speak.
He could only watch.
The distorted cleansing music slowly pushed Nie Mingjue toward qi deviation.
Lan Xichen trembled as he saw Jin Guangyao’s expression change.
The gentle, innocent smile disappeared.
In its place appeared something cold.
Something cruel.
A smile that was almost psychopathic.
Lan Xichen shivered.
He had never seen that face before.
Then—
Nie Mingjue collapsed.
And died.
Lan Xichen could only cry as he watched helplessly.

The scene shifted again.
Now it was Nie Mingjue’s funeral.
Jin Guangyao stood there crying, pretending to be heartbroken.
Lan Xichen felt sick.
He wanted to scream.
He wanted to strangle the man.
But he could only watch.
After the funeral, the truth revealed itself.
Jin Guangyao secretly ordered the body to be stolen.
He demanded Xue Yang dismember the corpse.
But Xue Yang refused and left.
So Jin Guangyao and Su She did it themselves.
Later, they framed Xue Yang.
Because of that lie, Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen eventually killed him.
Lan Xichen’s chest felt like it was being crushed.

Another scene appeared.
Jin Guangyao secretly plotted to kill Jin Zixuan.
But unexpectedly, Wei Wuxian saved him.
Because of that, Jin Zixuan survived and lived happily with his wife and child in the Jiang Sect.
But Jin Guangyao’s schemes continued.
Jin Zixun later died from the Hundred Holes Curse.
At Qiongqi Path, it was actually Su She who secretly commanded Wen Ning to kill Jin Zixun.
Lan Xichen’s heart sank.
So Wei Wuxian was innocent…
All along… my brother was right.
His brother had protected Wei Wuxian because he believed in him.
But Lan Xichen had not listened.

The next scene showed the siege of the Burial Mounds.
Lan Xichen saw the truth clearly now.
It was Jin Guangyao secretly playing the flute.
That was why Wei Wuxian suddenly lost control of the corpses.
It had never been Wei Wuxian’s fault.
Lan Xichen felt his heart breaking.
Lan Wangji was right…
All along… he was right.

Then the scene changed again.
Now they were in Carp Tower.
Lan Xichen saw a man in black attacking Lan Wangji.
Moments later, Jin Guangyao appeared beside him.
“Er-ge!” Jin Guangyao cried. “Your brother has been badly injured!”
Lan Xichen’s past self immediately turned furious.
Then he saw Jiang Cheng attacking.
But the truth was different.
The scene showed how everything had been manipulated.
Lan Xichen’s disciples captured Jiang Cheng and forced him to kneel.
Lan Xichen slowly drew his sword.
Jiang Cheng tried to explain.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
But Lan Xichen didn’t listen.
He was blinded by anger.
And by trust in Jin Guangyao.
Then—
He stabbed Jiang Cheng in the chest.
Lan Xichen’s spirit screamed in horror.
But it was too late.
Behind them, Jin Guangyao smiled.
A cold, satisfied smirk.
Then he whispered softly:
“Er-ge belongs only to me… alone.”
Lan Xichen felt goosebumps crawl across his body.

Lan Xichen’s spirit fell to his knees beside Jiang Cheng.
“No… please… wake up… Wanyin…”
He tried to touch him.
But his hands passed through like air.
The other Lan Xichen finally realized what he had done.
His sword fell to the ground.
Blood—Jiang Cheng’s blood—still dripping from the blade.
“W-Wanyin…”
He crawled toward him desperately, trying to stop the bleeding, pouring spiritual energy into the wound.
But it was useless.
The blood kept flowing.
“No… no… please… I’m sorry… please…”
Jiang Cheng struggled to breathe.
Slowly, he raised his trembling hand.
He wiped away Lan Xichen’s tears.
But his own blood smeared across Lan Xichen’s face.
“I-it’s… alright…”
“I’m… fine…”
Then his hand dropped.
Lan Xichen froze.
His lover was gone.
“W-Wanyin…”
His voice broke.
“Wanyin… please wake up…”
“WANYIN!!!”
His scream echoed endlessly through the void as the weight of his own sin crushed him.