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[downswing]

I would wish Zewu-Jun close.

[consignation]

[ Wh—

Lan Wangji, how—

How dare. How dare...?! How dare you make him feel like this in this moment.

Lan Wangji, giving him tender brother feelings this way...?? Illegal. Appalling. How is there not a Lan Sect rule against this disgusting infringement of Jiang Cheng's right not to be made to feel this tender about his family and Lan Wangji both?? ]

...so what is he aggrieved with, then.

[downswing]

The absence of wine.

And the thrall's haunting. He wishes to follow.

[consignation]

I will meet him. When did he last eat?

[ We'll see where Wei Wuxian thinks he's going to go after Jiang Cheng starts bristling at him about abandonment again. ]

Are you staying as well?

[downswing]

( Good. We cast meat upon the husk of this man's bones. Lan Wangji Approves. )

His third bowl of millet was consumed within the last shi. Feed the fourth shortly. Broth.

He will spill grains on the side, if he is unwatched.

I am required elsewhere.

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Is he ill as well?? Why are you feeding him millet and broth? Are YOU also eating millet and broth?

Where are you needed that demands you from his side?

1/2

[downswing]

A city, savaged.

[downswing]

Sizhui grew tall and hale on broth and millet.

[consignation]

Your son is shoulder level at best.

[downswing]

( Girl. )


The next words, measured.

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I will bring food. When do you expect to return?

[downswing]

How much time can you bide me?

[consignation]

How much time are you asking for?

Anyway that's not what I meant! I'm asking you to join us!!

[ You idiot!! You ingrate! You absolute fool..!!! ]

For a meal! Of something other than millet and broth!

[downswing]

The people require provisions. Bide me a few hours.

[consignation]

Fine, we'll wait for your return.

[ For family dinner. ]