The marriage was a somber affair. Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng stood in the Lan ancestral hall, the red robes feeling heavy and cold. There was no music, only the sound of the wind.
When they entered the bedroom on their first night, Wangji did not approach the bed. He took a blanket and moved to the sofa. "Rest, Jiang Cheng," Wangji said softly. "I am your shield, not your husband. Sleep without fear." For the first time, Jiang Cheng felt safe.
The Seven-Month Confrontation
At Yanli's wedding, the air turned bitter when Lan Xichen and Jin Guangyao arrived. Seeing their matching rings, Jiang Cheng felt a sharp pain in his chest. He stood by the food table, silent and hurting.
Wangji immediately blocked Xichen's view, making a silly face to make Jiang Cheng laugh. Wei Wuxian joined in, rubbing Jiang Cheng's 7-month belly. "Don't look at the ghosts, A-Cheng. Look at us."
Xichen watched from the distance, his heart breaking as he saw the rings on Wangji and Jiang Cheng's hands. He realized he had been replaced by his own brother.
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