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?
[ 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. ]
( 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: )
[ This man has but two moods: anger, and confusion. Except on rare occasions, where an elusive third emotion may be glimpsed such as right now.
It's anger and confusion. ]
Lan Wangji! What's going on? Where are you? Where is Wei Wuxian? How have you been appraised of Lady Wen's status?!
[ But don't worry, Wangji. Contrary as he is, he's already hiked up his skirts to go looking for his dear lady. It's the one name you don't have to say twice to send him running, except maybe Yanli's but, well. Her well-being isn't a problem he's fortunate enough to be having. ]
why did I not get my beautiful notif of jiang cheng hiking up his skirts
Can you get a little more specific than lives?! What are you infiltrating? Why are you—
[ Jiang Cheng is going on breathless as he rushes in the direction where he hopes to find Wen Qing, having pretty much every anxiety possible at once. ]
Inconsequentially. ( A pause. 我们现在是一家人吗? But, only a sickness ago, and his trust betrayed, brother when intimacy suited purpose. ) Blood spills. We were born sheaths for wounding.
[ That, too, provides relief though Jiang Cheng feels doubt for the accuracy of the statement. He doesn't think Wangji cares enough about him to lie, he just doesn't trust Lan Wangji's ability of self-assessment when it comes to personal injury. He similarly doesn't trust Wei Wuxian. ]
Be careful. I wouldn't be able to face Zewu-jun if something happened to you in his absence on my watch.
[ Excuse you he always cares??? AND WHY DID YOU GET HIM ALL WORKED UP LIKE THAT WHEN WEI WUXIAN IS FINE? He wants a refund on the years of his life you just stole from him. ]
And what are you, a ghost?! What's wrong with your company?
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