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( 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?