lan xichen dipped the brush into the inkpot nearby before proceeding with writing when the front doors of the hanshi opened and someone walked in, closing the doors afterwards.
he did not look up to see who it was. he didn't need to.
the figure walked around the room before approaching him. lan xichen put the brush down as soon as the person was seated in front of him.
he looked up at the male with a smile, ❛wangji.❜ he called, softly.
lan wangji did not answer right away. instead, he reached for the side kettle filled with the brewed tea and elegantly poured it into the two cups before placing one in front of his brother.
lan xichen kept his smile on as he gently picked up the tea and drank it.
lan xichen, ❛how is wei-gongzi?❜
lan wangji placed his own cup down with a sigh and finally looked up at his brother.
lan wangji, ❛wei ying had a nightmare.❜
lan xichen slightly tilted his head to his right, looking at his brother. lan wangji pursed his lips in a thin line before explaining everything to his brother; reciting each and every detail about last night—the tips of his ears turning red upon recalling the event when he carried wei wuxian bridal style, back to infirmary.
lan xichen chuckled lightly, ❛wangji, as much as i am impressed by your directness. i don't think wei-gongzi would be able to handle it if you started showing it all of a sudden.❜
lan wangji huffed before picking up the cup again and drinking the tea.
lan xichen smiled at his brother before his expressions turned serious, ❛and what you told me about wei-gonzi’s behavior from last night, i'd say something major happened to him which gave him a major trauma.❜
lan xichen put the open scrolls away on which he was working on before, ❛wanyin said that wei-gongzi is the best when it comes to flying in yunmeng. it's very strange that he didn't get on his sword back there. he looked… scared.❜
lan wangji casted a quick glance up at his brother.
lan wangji, ❛xiong-zhang, there's something more.❜
lan xichen straightened up. the tone of his brother told him that he was going to talk about something serious.
lan xichen, ❛what is it?❜
lan wangji, ❛i noticed a change in wei ying. his spiritual energy…❜ he paused, something flickering in his eyes; he was hesitant.
lan xichen urged him, ❛what about his spiritual energy?❜
lan wangji gulped, looking at his brother with visible hesitancy, ❛xiong-zhang, i am not entirely sure. but wei ying’s spiritual energy differed in some ways.❜
lan xichen frowned, not clearly understanding his point of view, ❛what do you mean?❜
lan wangji, ❛his spiritual energy is repulsive.❜
lan xichen blinked at him in confusion.
lan xichen, ❛repulsive?❜
lan wangji nodded.
lan wangji, ❛when wei ying was having the nightmare, i tried to wake him up. there, i realized that his inner spiritual energy was repulsive—it was stopping him from waking up.❜
lan xichen’s calm expression turned grim.
lan xichen, ❛wangji, are you sure about what you are saying? how can one's spiritual energy be repulsive to one's own self.❜
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