Wei Ying had long ago mastered a dark art. One which, should any fond out, would put a target on his back. When the Jiang's took him in, he made sure that it was never used in their presence. He already got enough hate as it were without them knowing he could literally destroy everything they held dear with a mere whistle. Everything was fine, until he was forced to go to the Cloud Recesses with Jiang Cheng. That was when complications arose. After all, how could he keep things hidden from the Two Jades of Lan? Especially after the disaster one night, which ended in him hiding from Jiang Cheng. Notes *Jiang Cheng has a really bad temper, and I don't think they showed a realistic ideal with how short tempered he is, so he isn't bad, but he does get violent *In this, Wei Ying already entered the burial mounds before the Jiangs collected him. It will be explained in detail later. *Wei Ying has some problems. these are things not well addressed in either the book or the live action, and I will be addressing them here. So I would like to say this will likely contain triggering stuff. please be careful.

"What happened to you?"... "Why are you so cold?"... "Who hurt you?"... Wei Ying is missing, the sunshot campaign is struggling and on the brink of collapse. Unknown to the rest of the world, Wei Wuxian is rising again. But he's changed - his once lively demeanour and smile replaced by hatred, pain and numbness. Will they be able to save him this time round? This is based of a mix of the novel, the live action drama (the Untamed / cql) and the Donghua. I have changed the storyline and some small character details. Also, I own none of the fan art. Best placings: #4 mxtx

In a realm where duty binds hearts tighter than love, and kingdoms are held together by ancient vows, a command is given- General Lan Wangji, stoic protector of the Lan Kingdom, must wed an unruly, radiant omega brought into the palace for reasons cloaked in ceremony and fate. Wei Ying arrives like a firefly in moonlight-mischievous, untamed, and far too bright for the cold halls of discipline. What begins as an obligation slowly unfurls into something neither sword nor scroll could prepare them for. In a world ruled by silence and duty, can love bloom where it was never meant to grow? Or was fate simply waiting for them to meet?