Lotus Serenade || Mo Dao Zu Shi x Reader

| 三十五 |

──❝A Solemn Dance in the Shadows❞──

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As [Y/n] snapped out of her trance, her senses heightened and her eyes fixed on the striking woman before her. The woman was undeniably beautiful; the richness of her darker skin contrasted with her sweet features, despite the arrogance etched across her face and the depth of her ink-colored eyes. She wears the glowing red sun robes of the Qishan Wen Clan, with images of flames dancing around her collar and sleeves to indicate her high position. What was she doing here? [Y/n]'s suspicion escalated, twisting through her thoughts like a labyrinth with no clear exit, leaving her trapped in a maze of uncertainty. Choosing to forgo pleasantries, [Y/n] cut straight to the heart of the matter. "Who are you, and why are you here?" She looked haughtily at her, waiting for her answer. The woman's eyes narrowed, a flicker of amusement dancing in their depths as she finally spoke, her voice dripping with a no-nonsense attitude and an air of toughness. "I am Wen Qing, a medic of the Qishan Wen Clan," she declared, her tone leaving no room for doubt. Though [Y/n] was unfamiliar with her name, it bore a significance that stirred her suspicion. The exchange continued, with [Y/n] adopting a tone of smooth sardonicism as she addressed the woman before her, now identified as Wen Qing, "Why are you here, Lady Wen?" Wen Qing paused as if at a loss for words. It seemed as though the silence was deliberately stretched, leaving [Y/n] dismayed. Was this a purposeful stall? As time slowly crawled by, [Y/n] felt as though she was being consumed by an interminable void of silence, her patience wearing thin with each passing moment. 'Foret it...Theres's more to her than meets the eye. I need to investigate,' Determined to uncover more, she chose to probe deeper, infusing her voice with a distinct undercurrent of skepticism.

"Lady Wen, it seems like you have something to hide. Why the hesitation? What is it that you're not telling me?" [Y/n] probed, her voice oozing with suspicion. In response, Wen Qing snorted acrimoniously, unwilling or unable to provide a straightforward answer. "I'm afraid I can't answer that, [Y/n]. Some things are better left unsaid," she declared, leaving [Y/n] with narrowed eyes, sensing the evasiveness in Wen Qing's response. A shadow passed over her face. [Y/n] gazed at her in an unpleasant way. There was a sudden sharpness to her features, and her lips were curled into a ghost of a sneer—it was a look of a borne cynic and thus very similar to the expression Wen Qing wore. She sent a look at her with unbelieving eyes.

As [Y/n] pondered the complexities of the matter, a contemplative expression settled upon her face, her furrowed brow betraying the depth of her thoughts. 'I have a suspicion she is not telling the truth.' Before [Y/n] could proceed, the rest of the group converged around her, an unexpected addition being Jiang Cheng. When had he entered the scene? However, that was not her primary concern. The immediate challenge at hand remained—tackling the menacing Wen puppets and unraveling the mysteries surrounding Wen Qing. Wei Wuxian gave her a suspicious look. "Who are you?" his sneer sliced through the charged air, his disdain-laden words dripping with discreet venomous scorn. Before Wen Qing could retort sharply, Nie Huaisang observed that the puppeteer Wens had shaken off their trance and were now approaching with a speed that, while not exactly alarming, was undeniably brisk. "You should leave." Wen Qing said with a calm yet urgent tone, her eyes darting between the group and the advancing Wen's. "Let's go together," said [Y/n]. Wen Qing shook her head in resolute refusal.