Our Happily Ever After A Wangxian Story
"Mother, Father...", Lan Sizhui courtesy before his parents at Wen Ning's house. The couple were set to leave.Wei Ying, "What took you so long?"Sizhui,"...Forgive my tardiness...I've been thinking. Can I stay in Gusu for a few more days?""Sure, but is there a problem? I get this feeling you're hiding something...Am I right?... I'm right huh?! Yes, Mother's instincts!", Wei Ying perked at his correct analysis.Sizhui pursed his lips from chuckling too loud. Then his face turned serious and dull. "I proposed to Lan Jingyi days ago.", He said.Wei Ying, "Wahhh! Did you hear that Lan Zhan, I'm going to have a son in law."Sizhui, "...Jingyi has not given me a clear answer."Wei Ying, "Why? Is he not ready to settle?"Lan Sizhui's breath jumps and his throat tightens."I think... I think he has feelings for another.", he said with a calm expression. Lan Wangji's eyes reel up with concern. "Is it a girl?", Was the first thing Wei Ying could ask. To him, there was no other man that could be compared to Sizhui- so it had to be a female. Sizhui, "No...I caught them talking the other night...I know that voice, and I saw him go after Jingyi.""Huh!... Who the hell dares to mess with my son's love life!", Wei Ying scowled, cracking his knuckles. "...Sect Leader Jin.", the words come out strained: as if Sizhui was trying not to hate this person.Wei Ying gulped as he slowly dismantled his fist. On his face was an odd expression."Lan Yuan, are you sure about this?... I mean, Jin Ling and Jingyi? Those two don't even get along- they practically hate each...", Wei Wuxian went mute when his mind completed that sentence faster than his mouth could utter it. 'People used to think Lan Zhan and I were sworn enemies...its got to be different right?... Jie, what do I do about this.', Wei Ying's face becomes comical. "S...Sizhui...", he thought hard of something comforting to tell the man."I've racked my brain, trying to wrap my head around when they may have gotten close... So far, the only time I can think of is during the period Jingyi went missing. It was Jin Ling that found him."'Yeah, that sounds feasible but...Holy Shit! He did it!", Wei Ying's eyes went wide after the silent epiphany. His unorthodox advice had stabbed him right in the back. For the rest of the time, he shut up and let Lan Wangji take over parenting. Before he would say anything, he had to slap himself for being an envoy of crazy ideas.Lan Wangji, "Have you talked to Jingyi about this?""...", Sizhui shook his head.Lan Wangji, "Then do it. Communication is like the hilt of a sword, without it, you will get hurt when sparing...""What if it becomes too heavy to bear? And he...", Sizhui holds on to the notion." It has to be done sooner or later. Son, you're an adult and I trust you know how to handle your affairs...If staying here for some days will help clear things up, you have my support. You can come home when you're ready.", Hanguanjun stayed simple and direct."Thank you, Father...I have to help Uncle Ning.", Sizhui rose to his feet."Mn, go ahead.", his father answered. Wei Ying forged a smile and watched him leave. The silence that followed after Lan Sizhui left made Lan Wangji suspicious. Why was his husband spacing out? Wei Ying scratched his forehead, stroke his chin, then squinted his face as he connected the dots he missed. "...Do I need to ask?", Wangji was plain."Lan Zhan, I may have screwed up a little?...okay, big time. I gave guidance to someone and I believe he acted on it.""...""I'm certain that Jin Ling is behind Jingyi's kidnapping.""...""I kind of gave him that idea years ago but I did not know his love interest would be Lan Jingyi! I thought it was some girl from his Sect.""You told your nephew to abduct a person?""Stop giving me that look, Lan Zhan, you're at fault too. You kidnapped me, remember? I was only showing him your moves.", Wei Ying face palmed himself."Wei Ying...""I know our case is unique. I'm a terrible Uncle and Mother", Wei Ying covers his face and sulks. Haven had enough he peeks at the jade through his slender fingers and says with slight gratification, "...But on the other hand, my advice did work...Oh crap, what have I done? Jiang Cheng will kill Jin Ling if he finds out.""Bichen has to be alert then. I'm sure you'll be first on that list.", Wangji raised a brow, stunning the other with his wit."Lan Zhan, How can you make jokes at a time like this?... I can't pick sides here.""You don't have to, Wei Ying. They are no longer children, let them sort this out on their own.", Lan Wangji adjusted his sleeves so he could pull his love closer..." I'll try...", Wei Ying mopes as his husband plants a lasting kiss on his cheek.************************************The headless corpse was sent to the widow just after Xichen examined it. Giving thanks to Sect Leader Jiang through Li Qiang, he manages to sneak in a small gift. As a peace offering.Lan Qiren was the next person to hear of it. Making arrangements to help his in-laws was customary as a member of the clan. When JingFei's father sent a note, forbidding his daughter form partaking in the funeral, it was Lan Xichen who intervened. Although the couple were not fully welcomed, at least Jingfei could say goodbye to her mother. Shufen may have set a bad example, but not once were her actions done without love for her only daughter. They returned to the Cloud Recesses after Lan Shufen was laid to rest; tired, emotionally drained and burdened. JingFei shut herself out again. Cuifen was alarmed to see Huizhong enter the main gates with a guard.
"Young Master, what are you doing here.", she asked. Her eyes flash over the box in the hands of the boy's escort. "I'm here to see my mother.", the boy did not stutter. Fan came outside after hearing him. "Young Master Lan, please return to your quarters. Your mother may not take kindly to your visit.", she said."I'll take my chance.", Huizhong walked past the women. He paused after touching the fine wood on the door and turned, "Lady Cuifen, can you come along...Just in case.""Yes, I'll be right behind you.", Cuifen took the small chest and smiled as Lan Jiang went in valiantly.Her chambers were dark. It was tidy and ornate...but felt empty. As he walked past the sitting area, into the bedroom, there was a brief moment of delay: a cautionary emotion telling him not to go near that woman, yet his aim did not waver. "Mother...", His voice was as smooth as Jingfei's. Lan Jiang slowed his pace to give Madam a chance to notice him. It was safer to not get too close from the start. "Mother, I've come to see you.", he kept his countenance between solemn and cheerful. "How many times do I have to... kick you out?", JingFei's constant crying left her voice dry and hoarse. Her words came not without noticeable wheezing. "I wanted to see you.", Huizhong sucked in his fears and got closer to the bed."...Better go to your father before I send your lifeless body to him."Huizhong recoiled at those words. There was no guarantee he would be able to console Madam Lan, but it was something his late Grandmother would expect of him...So he massed the strength to continue and sat on his mother's bed. His body relaxed slightly after seconds passed- he was still a living person.With one hand Huizhong pulled the blanket off JingFei's head. His trembling fingers dared to part the dishevelled hair covering Madam Lan's face. "Grandmother said to not let you be alone...", His voice croaks almost in a whisper. "Your Grandmother is not here...", Jimgfei took a deep breath. "I'm warning you for the last time, get lost.", she added meekly. Lan Huizhong looks at Cuifen, waiting for her to bring the box. The servant was ready to take the boy away at first but obeys his signal with a smile. Cuifen takes two paces back afterwards.Rummaging through the space, Huizhong brings out a light blue tassel with an azure pendant. "I got this on my first birthday: or so I was told. Grandmother said you made this a month before I was born."Jingfei gulped to ease the distress in his throat. She kept her eyes away from Huizhong but her ears were giving attention to his words. "And this..." He holds up a silver Guqin string, "...is the first string that snapped from your board: It came with a Zither for me. Grandma told me you wanted to teach me how to play, just like you...Hanguanjun has thought me the basics and Father helps me practice, but I wish I could play with you, mother."Lan Jiang puts the string back after catching his mother's glance and draws out another valuable gift in his treasure box. Madam Lan listened to every bit of hidden memories her mother shared with her son in her absence. Turns out Lan Shufen did all the work for her. She kept the boys love for JingFei alive and sheltered in a small box. Lan Huizhong was young but he already knew what death meant to the living. He had lost a brother once. Talking about Lan Shufen painted vivid images of their time together. A peculiar scene flowed through his mind at that moment..."Grandmother, why does mother hate me?", Lan Jiang climbed up his bed, waiting for his mother's look-alike to tuck him in. "My beautiful boy, A'Fei does not hate you. She is only acting like a spoilt child because...she's envious of your name.""My name?...then why won't she change it? I like my name but, she can have it if that will make her love me.", Shufen is amused by the boy's innocence."It is not that simple... A'Jiang, do you feel anger toward her: for mistreating you?", Lan Shufen spoke to the boy- as she would a grown man. "No, I love Mother.", Lan Jiang shook his head vigorously to affirm his honesty."...Bless your heart, my precious child. I will help you win back your mother's affection if you promise never to stop loving her.". "Mn...But Grandmother, she does not even look at me when Father is not around.", Lan Jiang pouted. "Where there is a will, there is bound to be a way. True love does not give in to the flames of hate and distrust...Never let JingFei feel alone, Lan Jiang. Not even on her worst days.", Lan Shufen leans forward. She cups the boy's face and fuels his faith with a warm hug.Keeping Lan Jiang close to her bosom, her Jasmine scented clothes leaves a lasting impression on the boy. He could tell the difference; his grandmother loved Jasmines but his mother preferred lilies." Mn.", The boy nods, finding insight in the woman's message. It motivated and intensified the way he felt about his mother."Its okay child...Let's not dwell on things that make us sad. Grandmother will sing for you now.""The song of the frozen flower?", Lan Jiang looks up at her."Yes.", Shufen pinched the boy's cheeks affectionately."Grandma, why can't I be mother's Sun?", HuiZhong fiddles with the blanket on his chest- his eyes gazing at his restless motions.Shufen wraps her hands over them and squeezes gently while she answers. "A'Jiang, your mother has to sing it to you because 'mother is the sun'. Her job is to nurture, love and take care of you...There is only one big, bright Sun in the sky, just as a person can have only one mother. Now, say no more.""Mn.", Lan Jiang's fingers calm down when he locks his vision on the woman as she sings...'My frozen flower, seeking Sun.
Do not fall before I come
For if you do, there will be no one
To love me when spring returns.''Red, blue, pink, and gold
I keep a memory of my rose
I'll touch the frost with a glow
And keep you green to see you grow''So do not fall before I come
For if you do, there will be no one
To brighten your petals for all to see
To love me when spring returns.'...As the boy sang the lullaby Jingfei knew every night and day of her childhood, she does not hinder her heart from grieving. Hidden, she claws at the bed and weeps silently. With his treasure box set aside, Lan Huizhong lays next to Madam Lan: engaging her with a charm that usually never works.
The scene leaves Cuifen emotional. She could barely contain herself when Lan Huizhong wipes his mother's face and strokes her messy hair. Madam Lan coming out of her shell to hide in the boy's skinny chest was the icing on the cake. "Do not fall before I come...for if you do there will be no one...to love me when spring returns.", JingFei murmurs amidst sobs while she clings to her son.It was a painful reminder that she had lost a flower... but now her 'sun' was also gone. In a few more notes- with a voice as soft as the drizzle after a heavy downpour, Lan Jiang lulls his mother to sleep.'Its okay Grandma, I will be Mother's sun.', Huizhong thinks as he pecks JingFei softly on the head.************************************
Days after...And so the Yilling Patriarch and Hanguanjun returned to their abode with two of their children. While discussing how the former turned out to be the monk who's wisdom may or may not have ruined their first son's love life, Lan Wangji began to undress."Lan Zhan, what if Sizhui finds out?... How can I even look at him.", Wei Ying's gaze was fixed at the view outside the window."You're overthinking it.", Lan Wangji let his lustrous hair down."You dont get it!", Wei Ying shrugged."Wei Ying, A'Yuan will not hate you even if he knew...Stop panicking and let me bath you.", Lan Wangji's frame suddenly lurked behind him."But I...What did you just say?", Wei Ying became aware of his husband's clothing situation when he twirled around. His face changed from snowy to light pink, then a brighter red. "Uhhh Lan Zhan, I just remembered...Do you hear that?", Wei Ying backs away slowly. "I think our son is crying.""Which one?", Lan Wangji corners him before he could take another step away."The uhhh...the one that took after your neediness.", Wei Ying churned out a nervous laugh even as he mocked his partner. "Wei Ying, they both took after me...It is just a bath", Lan Wangji eased his head on the other's neck."That is what you said the last time this whole scenario played out.", Wei Ying recalled being unable to walk once, after they made a mess in the pretence of taking a normal bath."I would have stopped if you had not asked for it.", Wangji's countenance gleams by the small curve at the corners of his lips. Wei Ying had caught on to the man's latest devices. "Yeah right, blame everything on the Yiling Louzu.", he escapes and runs into the outer room. His slip away is short-lived as Wangji catches him just before he could sneak into the babys' room right next to theirs."Ah, Lan Zhan!!!...", Wangji tightens his clutch on his wrist and drags him inside."Quiet, you'll wake them." Lan Wangji sets a barrier over the secret door to seize the moment. "That's the whole point. LAN XING!!! Save mummy!"Lan Wangji chuckles lightly as he carries the man back to the bed. "Hanguanjun, do you know whom you're up against? I have two little generals who can bring you down with a single sneeze.", Wei Ying changed his tune after his lapel was invaded. Lan Wangji drooled at the view. Wei Ying's protruding chests were squishy to touch and he loved how his fingers sank in lightly. Hanguanjun really is envious of his boys. That was the only spot Wei Ying forbade him from touching. 'Lan Zhan I'm not wasting it.' 'Lan Zhan, not there, it hurts.'...' Lan Zhan, no touching.' ... 'Lan Zhan your boys can see you trying to steal their food'... Wei Ying had gotten bolder at denying his husband. "Hey, why do you keep staring at my chest?", Wei Ying inclines his head, judging Wangji's motives. Lan Wangji pouts- guessing the numerous excuses Wei Ying will give him in the next few minutes...***********************************
"Young Master, what are you doing here.", she asked. Her eyes flash over the box in the hands of the boy's escort. "I'm here to see my mother.", the boy did not stutter. Fan came outside after hearing him. "Young Master Lan, please return to your quarters. Your mother may not take kindly to your visit.", she said."I'll take my chance.", Huizhong walked past the women. He paused after touching the fine wood on the door and turned, "Lady Cuifen, can you come along...Just in case.""Yes, I'll be right behind you.", Cuifen took the small chest and smiled as Lan Jiang went in valiantly.Her chambers were dark. It was tidy and ornate...but felt empty. As he walked past the sitting area, into the bedroom, there was a brief moment of delay: a cautionary emotion telling him not to go near that woman, yet his aim did not waver. "Mother...", His voice was as smooth as Jingfei's. Lan Jiang slowed his pace to give Madam a chance to notice him. It was safer to not get too close from the start. "Mother, I've come to see you.", he kept his countenance between solemn and cheerful. "How many times do I have to... kick you out?", JingFei's constant crying left her voice dry and hoarse. Her words came not without noticeable wheezing. "I wanted to see you.", Huizhong sucked in his fears and got closer to the bed."...Better go to your father before I send your lifeless body to him."Huizhong recoiled at those words. There was no guarantee he would be able to console Madam Lan, but it was something his late Grandmother would expect of him...So he massed the strength to continue and sat on his mother's bed. His body relaxed slightly after seconds passed- he was still a living person.With one hand Huizhong pulled the blanket off JingFei's head. His trembling fingers dared to part the dishevelled hair covering Madam Lan's face. "Grandmother said to not let you be alone...", His voice croaks almost in a whisper. "Your Grandmother is not here...", Jimgfei took a deep breath. "I'm warning you for the last time, get lost.", she added meekly. Lan Huizhong looks at Cuifen, waiting for her to bring the box. The servant was ready to take the boy away at first but obeys his signal with a smile. Cuifen takes two paces back afterwards.Rummaging through the space, Huizhong brings out a light blue tassel with an azure pendant. "I got this on my first birthday: or so I was told. Grandmother said you made this a month before I was born."Jingfei gulped to ease the distress in his throat. She kept her eyes away from Huizhong but her ears were giving attention to his words. "And this..." He holds up a silver Guqin string, "...is the first string that snapped from your board: It came with a Zither for me. Grandma told me you wanted to teach me how to play, just like you...Hanguanjun has thought me the basics and Father helps me practice, but I wish I could play with you, mother."Lan Jiang puts the string back after catching his mother's glance and draws out another valuable gift in his treasure box. Madam Lan listened to every bit of hidden memories her mother shared with her son in her absence. Turns out Lan Shufen did all the work for her. She kept the boys love for JingFei alive and sheltered in a small box. Lan Huizhong was young but he already knew what death meant to the living. He had lost a brother once. Talking about Lan Shufen painted vivid images of their time together. A peculiar scene flowed through his mind at that moment..."Grandmother, why does mother hate me?", Lan Jiang climbed up his bed, waiting for his mother's look-alike to tuck him in. "My beautiful boy, A'Fei does not hate you. She is only acting like a spoilt child because...she's envious of your name.""My name?...then why won't she change it? I like my name but, she can have it if that will make her love me.", Shufen is amused by the boy's innocence."It is not that simple... A'Jiang, do you feel anger toward her: for mistreating you?", Lan Shufen spoke to the boy- as she would a grown man. "No, I love Mother.", Lan Jiang shook his head vigorously to affirm his honesty."...Bless your heart, my precious child. I will help you win back your mother's affection if you promise never to stop loving her.". "Mn...But Grandmother, she does not even look at me when Father is not around.", Lan Jiang pouted. "Where there is a will, there is bound to be a way. True love does not give in to the flames of hate and distrust...Never let JingFei feel alone, Lan Jiang. Not even on her worst days.", Lan Shufen leans forward. She cups the boy's face and fuels his faith with a warm hug.Keeping Lan Jiang close to her bosom, her Jasmine scented clothes leaves a lasting impression on the boy. He could tell the difference; his grandmother loved Jasmines but his mother preferred lilies." Mn.", The boy nods, finding insight in the woman's message. It motivated and intensified the way he felt about his mother."Its okay child...Let's not dwell on things that make us sad. Grandmother will sing for you now.""The song of the frozen flower?", Lan Jiang looks up at her."Yes.", Shufen pinched the boy's cheeks affectionately."Grandma, why can't I be mother's Sun?", HuiZhong fiddles with the blanket on his chest- his eyes gazing at his restless motions.Shufen wraps her hands over them and squeezes gently while she answers. "A'Jiang, your mother has to sing it to you because 'mother is the sun'. Her job is to nurture, love and take care of you...There is only one big, bright Sun in the sky, just as a person can have only one mother. Now, say no more.""Mn.", Lan Jiang's fingers calm down when he locks his vision on the woman as she sings...'My frozen flower, seeking Sun.
Do not fall before I come
For if you do, there will be no one
To love me when spring returns.''Red, blue, pink, and gold
I keep a memory of my rose
I'll touch the frost with a glow
And keep you green to see you grow''So do not fall before I come
For if you do, there will be no one
To brighten your petals for all to see
To love me when spring returns.'...As the boy sang the lullaby Jingfei knew every night and day of her childhood, she does not hinder her heart from grieving. Hidden, she claws at the bed and weeps silently. With his treasure box set aside, Lan Huizhong lays next to Madam Lan: engaging her with a charm that usually never works.
The scene leaves Cuifen emotional. She could barely contain herself when Lan Huizhong wipes his mother's face and strokes her messy hair. Madam Lan coming out of her shell to hide in the boy's skinny chest was the icing on the cake. "Do not fall before I come...for if you do there will be no one...to love me when spring returns.", JingFei murmurs amidst sobs while she clings to her son.It was a painful reminder that she had lost a flower... but now her 'sun' was also gone. In a few more notes- with a voice as soft as the drizzle after a heavy downpour, Lan Jiang lulls his mother to sleep.'Its okay Grandma, I will be Mother's sun.', Huizhong thinks as he pecks JingFei softly on the head.************************************
Days after...And so the Yilling Patriarch and Hanguanjun returned to their abode with two of their children. While discussing how the former turned out to be the monk who's wisdom may or may not have ruined their first son's love life, Lan Wangji began to undress."Lan Zhan, what if Sizhui finds out?... How can I even look at him.", Wei Ying's gaze was fixed at the view outside the window."You're overthinking it.", Lan Wangji let his lustrous hair down."You dont get it!", Wei Ying shrugged."Wei Ying, A'Yuan will not hate you even if he knew...Stop panicking and let me bath you.", Lan Wangji's frame suddenly lurked behind him."But I...What did you just say?", Wei Ying became aware of his husband's clothing situation when he twirled around. His face changed from snowy to light pink, then a brighter red. "Uhhh Lan Zhan, I just remembered...Do you hear that?", Wei Ying backs away slowly. "I think our son is crying.""Which one?", Lan Wangji corners him before he could take another step away."The uhhh...the one that took after your neediness.", Wei Ying churned out a nervous laugh even as he mocked his partner. "Wei Ying, they both took after me...It is just a bath", Lan Wangji eased his head on the other's neck."That is what you said the last time this whole scenario played out.", Wei Ying recalled being unable to walk once, after they made a mess in the pretence of taking a normal bath."I would have stopped if you had not asked for it.", Wangji's countenance gleams by the small curve at the corners of his lips. Wei Ying had caught on to the man's latest devices. "Yeah right, blame everything on the Yiling Louzu.", he escapes and runs into the outer room. His slip away is short-lived as Wangji catches him just before he could sneak into the babys' room right next to theirs."Ah, Lan Zhan!!!...", Wangji tightens his clutch on his wrist and drags him inside."Quiet, you'll wake them." Lan Wangji sets a barrier over the secret door to seize the moment. "That's the whole point. LAN XING!!! Save mummy!"Lan Wangji chuckles lightly as he carries the man back to the bed. "Hanguanjun, do you know whom you're up against? I have two little generals who can bring you down with a single sneeze.", Wei Ying changed his tune after his lapel was invaded. Lan Wangji drooled at the view. Wei Ying's protruding chests were squishy to touch and he loved how his fingers sank in lightly. Hanguanjun really is envious of his boys. That was the only spot Wei Ying forbade him from touching. 'Lan Zhan I'm not wasting it.' 'Lan Zhan, not there, it hurts.'...' Lan Zhan, no touching.' ... 'Lan Zhan your boys can see you trying to steal their food'... Wei Ying had gotten bolder at denying his husband. "Hey, why do you keep staring at my chest?", Wei Ying inclines his head, judging Wangji's motives. Lan Wangji pouts- guessing the numerous excuses Wei Ying will give him in the next few minutes...***********************************
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