When the worlds of the nine-tailed fox prince, the king of the diabolical realm, and the pure white dragon, renowned for his justice and kindness, collide, an extraordinary tale of love and harmony unfolds. At first, their realms seem incompatible...
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Third Person POV:
Shizui had grown stronger, both in heart and spirit, since the incident that had shaken his family to its core. The Gusu Lan clan, once fraught with whispers and cold glances directed toward the child, had changed. There was a quiet understanding now, a recognition that Shizui though not born into the family by blood was more precious to Lan Wangji than any of the clan members. His importance was undeniable. It took time, but the members began to realize that blaming an innocent child for things beyond his control was not just cruel but unjust. Shizui wasn't just Lan Wangji's adopted son; he was his world, his anchor.
It was for this reason that Lan Xichen and Lan Qiren had long since embraced Shizui as one of their own. He was accepted into their hearts not simply because Wangji loved him, but because he carried the essence of both Wangji and Wei Wuxian their love, their loyalty, and their untamed spirit.
Lan Qiren had spent several months in seclusion, recovering from injuries sustained in the last battle. His absence had been felt deeply by the family, especially by Shizui, who had always looked to his Dà Bófù with a mixture of respect and affection. Today, however, Lan Qiren was set to return, and Shizui had been waiting eagerly for this moment. He had spent the entire day preparing arranging the room, making sure everything was in place, his small hands trembling with excitement.
"A-Die, will Dà Bófù be happy to see me?" Shizui asked, his voice filled with uncertainty as he hovered near Wangji.
Lan Wangji, who had been watching his son with quiet affection, knelt down and gently placed a hand on Shizui's shoulder. "Of course he will, A-Yuan. He has missed you, just as you have missed him."
Shizui bit his lip, his wide eyes full of nervous energy. "What if... what if he thinks I've grown weak? He always tells me to be strong like you and Bófù."
Wangji's heart ached at the vulnerability in his son's voice. He gently cupped Shizui's face, his voice soft but firm. "You are strong, A-Yuan. Stronger than you know. Dà Bófù does not measure strength the way others do. He knows your heart, just as I do. And that makes you stronger than anyone."
Shizui's eyes softened at his father's words, his chest swelling with pride and relief. "Thank you, A-Die," he whispered, leaning into the warmth of Wangji's touch.
Later that evening, the fire in the hearth cast a soft glow across the room, illuminating the faces of Shizui and his granduncle, Lan Qiren. The old man had returned, his steps a bit slower, but his eyes still sharp with wisdom. Shizui sat close to him, his head resting lightly on Lan Qiren's shoulder. The warmth in the room was palpable, the flickering flames dancing in time with the quiet conversation between the two.
"Dà Bófù," Shizui whispered, his voice filled with awe as he listened to one of the many stories Lan Qiren was sharing, "you really fought all those battles by yourself?"
