A Patriarch's Follower. ||1||XIANWANG

chapter 1

-chapter 1-
-betrayal to justice-

-12 years ago.-

Lan wangji felt.. betrayed.

draped on the cold wooden floor, the eyes failing him and belittling him. He tried his most hardest to not let a single tear leave his eyes but he reluctantly fails, ending up sobbing silently, gripping his sleeves tightly as a habit and coping. Unwillingly he tried sitting back up, his usual clan white robes folded neatly. As for his inner robes, he wore it so messily it was dropping down his shoulders, showing a newly burnt chest with the wen clan's flag sign.

His attention was strapped back to reality as He heard footsteps and tidied himself, throwing away those impure suicidal thoughts as he composed himself

The footsteps stopped behind him as he felt a warm hand hold his shoulder and gently shaking it. "Wangji.." lan xichen started "shufu requires your presence in the library pavilion, I came here to try and pick you up" lan xichen said, wangji didn't reply with words but he made a hand gesture that he doesn't want xichen to escort him because he can do it himself. Though xichen was contemplating, He left either way after a while of contemplating on whether he should listen to him or not.

Lan wangji stood still like a statue. His eyes was not gleaming with the same joy he always held, pitifully.

He stood there for a while, looking at every single pathway he and wei wuxian stepped foot on, hearing his own echoing laughter, his chest tightened. He felt a hole dug itself out of his heart. The trouble maker he was, lan wangji jumped on atop of the walls and stood there as the captivating and breathtaking view of the sunset casted upon before him. After a mild hesitation, He stepped foot Infront of him, fleeing cloud recesses. He closed his eyes, taking in the cold atmosphere of his home.

He slowly stepped foot down the door, leaving cloud recesses officially. He wanted to crush his pitiful heart for Aching so much but can you blame the poor Lan for feeling such unbearable pain? Who knew, love can strike harder than the strikes of the disciplinary whip. It didn't take long before he started running, the sound of shuffling robes were dimly heard, it was barely audible to the human ear.
He choked on his tears, but didn't bother to take notice of it either, mounting on bichen before taking one last glance at his home and leaving.

Lan wangji soon arrived at burial mounds, not taking notice on when he planned of getting here. He didn't speak since he didn't want to waste a breath in talking to himself. He entered the rotted and dead quiet place with a hint of nostalgia and deja Vu. Lan wangji continued walking and walking at the dead of night, it was.. oddly quiet since usually his walks would be accompanied with his talking mind but now since his mind was blank, what was there to talk about. It was quiet.. until he heard the faint sounds of cries of a child. He immediately heard the cries of the kid and head for the sounds, who knew his already drained heart would be smashed into pieces once more after founding a shard of memory before his cold body.

Wen yuan, the son of wei wuxian was left here to die at burial mounds, with nothing to eat and with a fever. Just how long was this child here for? when he took notice of the injuries the boy held, shuffling through his clothed bag and sleeves, he gave him a steamed bun and treated his wounds. It's been a while after wei wuxian's death so how was this kid even alive.

Wangji looked around for any remnants but most of it was burned. going deeper into the cave, wangji took a-yuan inside and made him a straw mat for him to lay on on the rock.
Wangji cursed to himself, though he felt a minor headache for a split second, it ceased after hearing the cries of a-yuan once more and making the headache dissipate.

Wangji took a piece of his sleeve off, walking over to a small dirty little pond inside the cave and filtering a bit of it. He took the ripped sleeve and damped it into the cold water, walking towards a-yuan once more and covering his forehead with it. Upon hearing the child's whimpers he took out his guqin, thinking yuan was having a nightmare he played a soothing and calming melody to ease his mind from the bad nightmares.