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Jiang Cheng, I've retrieved the feathers and left Wen Qing to the decoction of the medicine for antidote—you will be taking it, as soon as she's done. Have you heard anything else, any murmurs from the people around him; do you know how many have been poisoned in addition?

un: sect leader jiang

[consignation]

[ Wen Qing? Wen Qing???? Why are you so familiar with her, Wei Wuxian?! Yes, you lived with her for a long time, ran a village with her, in fact raised a child with her, but how dare you? How dare you speak her name like it is worthy of being uttered by mortals, by men?

...Jiang Cheng may be running a fever. He fumes this to himself for long enough one might think he does not intend to answer. Or has died mid-conversation, surely. ]

Besides Lan Wangji? The room we were in when the healers were tending to us held at least a dozen. Perhaps more succumbed after, I'm not sure.

[ He was too busy posturing with Wangji to notice. ]

We must repay Lady Wen for her troubles.

[weifinder]

( Relax, brother dearest, what tangled suit he falters through is not with Wen Qing, though his heart breaks with her, and there are other aches in his bones when her name is involved: the injustice that sears, condemning her to nothing. To disrespect, to a break from the cycle more cruel, in his estimate, than the ones he's been burdened with by word of mouth or deed in truth. )

There'll be enough, then.

( He should sound pleased, or anything at all, and sounds instead: tense. Sensible for the situation, but less so, when he asks: )

We must, and we will. Jiang Cheng, where are you?