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Complications

There was a slight problem which Lan Zhan currently had. While he could easily not tell the youth's siblings as he so agreed, there was another problem. It was easy enough to just not tell them what happened, after all he rarely spoke to anyone, that would not likely change. However, there was a bigger problem than even that. How to keep them from figuring it out. He knew that he technically did not agree to such a thing, merely from telling the siblings what had happened, but Lan Zhan also knew what Wei Ying meant. Not to mention that he felt for the boy. Seeing such terror within his eyes really ... pulled at Lan Zhan. In a way that he had not believed that it could before. Seeing how severely he had reacted ...

Lan Zhan felt just a bit ... odd. With himself with what was going on. He was not sure what had happened with Wei Ying, and he did not really know how he was connected with Wen Chao, but he knew that there was something going on with the boy under the surface, he had known the moment he had set eyes on the boy that there was something that he was trying to hide, he just was not sure what it was. He was even more at odds with himself. While he should just go straight to his uncle and speak to him of what had happened, after all Wei Ying had, intentionally or otherwise, released resentful energy into the library pavilion, Lan Zhan found that he did not truly want to do such a thing. No matter what the reason was, Wei Ying had not actively harmed him. The resentful energy which he had used to propel him forwards, had not done anything, and was deceptively gentle in its caress of his arm as it grabbed him to pull him to Wei Ying. Plus, he doubted that Wei Ying knew what had happened, nor had he caused anyone harm, or even meant anyone harm. He wanted to know more about this, but he did not know what to do or where to turn to at the moment.

While he knew that his brother would be more than willing to do anything for him, he was not entirely certain that he wanted to pull his brother into this either. His brother was an incredibly important figure, more so than him. He was not certain he wanted to force his brother to make a choice such as keeping this quiet or bringing it to the attention of the other sect leaders. His brother would do as he asked, and Lan Zhan was selfish in that he did not want anyone to know, not until he knew what was causing Wei Ying to be so ... complicated. However, Lan Zhan, although he knew his brother would do this for him, he was not so certain he was willing to put his brother in such a position.

He would have to manage this by himself. He could ask his brother about the situation in a purely curious manner maybe, later. But for now, he had to focus on what to do with the unconscious boy in his arms, and then he would focus on what to do with the fact that apparently Wei Ying had tons of resentful energy at his command later.

First, he had to figure out how to get him out of the library, after all, it was quite unsightly to see him holding someone within his arms like a damsel. He would have to risk crossing the Cloud Recesses, knowing no one would question him, and he also knew the least travelled areas as well, so that would aid his current ... predicament.

So, he did, cradling Wei Ying gently in his arms and lifting him up, he made his way carefully towards his home. Traveling swiftly, but not running (of course, as such things were forbidden,) and weaving his way through the lesser-known paths to his room. Once he reached his bedroom uninterrupted, he paused, wondering ... was he truly letting Wei Ying enter? The circumstances were quite ... different from the usual ones, and technically Wei Ying was not really willingly consciously entering his room but that was a different thing. This was an important situation. Lan Zhan could not just take him to the infirmary, they would try and contact his siblings, and perhaps even his family. Lan Zhan had already promised.

Stirring his resolve, he swallowed down his nervousness, and gently kicked his door open, closing it by setting his back against the door once he was inside. Heaving a slight sigh, he pushed down his reservations further, and gently laid Wei Ying on his bed, closing his eyes against the sight, he curtly turned away from the boy and walked to the corner of his room, once more pulling out his guqin.

He strummed his instrument, idly playing various song compilations in an attempt to calm his spirit. As well as Wei Ying's. His worry for Wei Ying's safety and wellbeing confused him a little bit. Still, how could he question himself? He was helping someone who needed it. Hopefully when Wei Ying woke up, he would be able to explain things better to him, but until then Lan Zhan would need to be patient, and wait for the right time.

He knew his brother likely would have questions as well. It would not be long before his brother realized that he was not at the library pavilion as he had said before, and he had not managed to quite clean everything up before leaving the pavilion, as such some scrolls were in slight disarray, contrary to how he usually left his station. Lan Zhan paused his playing, placing one hand on the strings to stop them from vibrating and making sounds. His eyes closed, trying to control the overwhelming stress that seemed to continue to ever climb at the realization of how much he had gotten himself into.

He did not regret bringing Wei Ying here, to his room, but he was worried about many things. His brother would have many questions, and while Lan Zhan could just not answer them, he was quite bad when it came to denying his brother. He was also worried how Wei Ying would take the fact that he was in his room, or the fact that Lan Zhan had brought him here in an attempt to keep others from questioning what was going on.

That was only part of it. There was also the wondering about the Jiang siblings who would likely have questions about what was taking their adoptive brother so long. Lan Zhan would stand up and help Wei Ying, but that did not mean that he could not be anxious about what was going on.

Lan Zhan breathed in and out, softly calming his heart down. He had to remember. This was the right thing to do. He could not just stand by and do nothing.