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Jin Ling wasn’t stupid.

He heard the whispers behind his back, the harsh words about how he was just an orphan, missing a father’s guidance and a mother’s love. How he was so unwanted that he’d spent half his life in his uncle’s care, drifting between homes that never truly felt like his own.

He was caught in between. Shuffling between homes every six months, he faced strained greetings and uneasy glances from his paternal family. To them, he was too much of a Jin to ever truly belong with the Jiangs, yet not Jin enough to escape their watchful grip, keeping him from fully identifying with his mother’s family. An outcast in both worlds, yet bound to both, Jin Ling found himself navigating an identity that neither side truly embraced, even as they refused to let him go.

A pity, really.

Jin Ling was keenly aware of the pained look Jiang Cheng would give him every time he left for Lanling. The longing in Jiang Cheng’s gaze and the fierce hug followed by a muttered “brat” whenever Jin Ling returned to Yunmeng were gestures he could never forget.

Jiang Cheng—his Jiujiu—was unlike anyone else. He loved him simply because he was Jin Ling, not for any title, duty, or expectation.

Jin Ling may have been an orphan, he may have had no friends growing up, but there was one constant in his life–Jiujiu.

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As the training courtyard began to empty, Lan Jingyi and Lan Sizhui stood chatting quietly with Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji under a nearby pavilion. The afternoon was calm, a rare moment of peace for all of them. It was the day after a discussion conference, and everyone had mostly left Lanling. Ofcourse, the Jiang sect had stayed behind, solely because Jiang Cheng could not leave his nephew alone after hosting his first discussion conference. Under Lan Wangji’s watchful gaze, the Lanling sect also stayed behind.

The peace was abruptly shattered by the sound of Jin Chan’s voice, sneering and dripping with disdain.

“Can you believe that brat Jin Ling actually thinks he’s fit to lead a sect?” Jin Chan’s voice echoed sharply, drawing attention. He glanced around, grinning as his own group snickered behind him. “It’s pathetic, honestly. An orphan with no real upbringing, who’s never even known a mother’s love, trying to act like he’s some great leader. If his mother had lived, maybe she could have made him into something respectable, but as it is…”

The others paused, their expressions darkening. Lan Jingyi bristled, unable to hold himself back. His fists clenched by his sides. “Shut up, Jin Chan,” he snapped, his tone protective and fierce. “You don’t know a thing about him.”

“Why should I?” Jin Chan sneered once he noticed the group, eyeing Lan Jingyi with contempt. “I’m his cousin, I knew him longer than all of you. All I see is a pretty face clinging to his uncle’s name, trying to pretend he’s something important. Let’s be real—he’s an outcast. And one day, when the opportunity presents itself, I might just ‘graciously’ use him for a good time” He grinned. 

Lan Sizhui’s calm expression hardened, his voice taking on an edge. “You have no right to talk about Sect Leader Jin like that. His position is well-earned, and he’s done more for his sect than you ever have.”

“Oh, please.” Jin Chan rolled his eyes, feigning disinterest. “The only reason he’s there is because no one else is left. He’s a pity case, nothing more.” Jin Chan’s voice lowered, cruel and biting. “Even his own mother chose Wei Wuxian over him—”

“That’s enough.” Lan Wangji cut in, his voice cold and authoritative.

Wei Wuxian growled, and reached forward to kick Jin Chan but a hand on his shoulder stopped him. Lan Wangji  had placed a hand on his shoulder, preventing him from doing anything rash. The words had stung, and no matter what Wei Wuxian wanted to say, he knew it was the truth.

Jiang Yanli made a deeply sacrificial choice, one that ultimately left a lasting ache for those who loved her most. By choosing to defend Wei Wuxian, she knowingly put herself at great risk, perhaps believing in a slim hope that her actions might somehow shield her family from harm. It wasn’t a decision made lightly, nor one without potential cost to herself and those she cherished. In standing by Wei Wuxian, she left her young son and Jiang Cheng behind, bearing a sacrifice that would protect one but left an indelible mark on her family– a wound of longing and loss for her son and brother.

“If you repeat that one more time,” Wei Wuxian threatened, his voice shaking with anger. “I will personally feed your limbs to Wen Ning. One more time, I dare you. No one will stop me.”

Jin Chan scoffed, attempting to cover his unease. “So you’re all just going to pretend he’s anything other than a pretty face? He’s fragile, a spoiled little prince. Do you think he could actually fight me if he needed to?”

Lan Jingyi laughed sharply, his voice laced with defiance. “I’d like to see you try and find out,” he shot back. “Jin Ling’s not afraid of you. And none of us are going to let you or anyone else push him around.”

Jin Chan rolled his eyes. “You’re the one who calls him young mistress!”

Lan Jingyi spluttered. “Because I am his friend and it is a joke between us, doofus! You have no right to speak like that to him, try again and you might end up in my chicken bowl!”

Jin Chan’s sneer faltered slightly, but he quickly recovered, his expression hardening. “It’s no wonder his own family treats him like some delicate flower. Can’t even handle a simple name. His uncle constantly threatens us whenever Jin Ling runs off crying.”

At this, Wei Wuxian  stepped forward, his gaze icy and unyielding. He grabbed Jin Chan’s arm and twisted it hard. “That is because Sect Leader Jiang knows what it means to protect his family. That's a lesson you should learn.”

Wei Wuxian smirked, though it did not reach his eyes. Jin Chan was trembling under his dark gaze. “And let me tell you something, Jin Chan. All this sneering and slander won’t make you look any bigger or braver than Jin Ling. One on one fights, he’ll have you on your ass.”

Jin Chan opened his mouth, visibly struggling for a retort. Lan Sizhui, calm but firm, added in a steady voice, “Jin Ling may not be here to defend himself right now, but he has friends who’ll stand up for him. So perhaps you should think carefully before you speak.”

As Wei Wuxian released Jin Chan’s arm, he leaned in close, his voice low yet laced with a sharp edge. “You think you’re brave because you can talk big when Jin Ling isn’t here?” He gave a wide, unsettling smile, leaning in just enough to make Jin Chan take a step back. “I wonder if you’d still be like this when I pull my flute out.”

“Mn.” Lan Wangji agreed.

Lan Jingyi jumped in, his arms crossed with a smirk. “Yeah, what’s wrong, Jin Chan? Scared?”

Jin Chan flushed, caught off guard by the united front. “It’s not–I never said I want to fight you!” he snapped, trying to regain his composure. “I’m just pointing out that he’s... he’s unfit to lead.”

“Oh?” Wei Wuxian tilted his head, feigning deep interest. “Funny, I don’t see anyone making you lead anything, Jin Chan. I mean, for someone with such opinions, you’d think the Jins would be begging you to take over by now, wouldn’t they?”

Lan Jingyi burst into laughter. “Right! Where’s your army of admirers and followers, huh? I’m sure they’re just too shy to speak up.”

Lan Sizhui stepped forward, voice calm but piercing. “Sect Leader Jin has earned his position. He’s led through challenges and danger, proving himself again and again. He fought on Hanguang - Jun’s and Wei-Qianbei’s side.”

Jin Chan looked between them, his sneer faltering. “It’s not... I mean, it’s not as if he’s done anything that impressive! He’s... he’s still just an orphan!”

“An orphan who’s stronger and smarter than you,” Lan Jingyi shot back, unimpressed. “At least Jin Ling has people who respect him for who he is, not for who his family is.”

Wei Wuxian’s gaze turned sharp, though his smile stayed casual. “Funny, Jin Ling’s had his world torn apart, built himself back up from nothing, and yet he’s still standing strong. Meanwhile, you’re here, Jin Chan, tossing insults like they’re stones, probably because it’s the only thing your hands have ever learned to throw.”

After Wei Wuxian’s chilling words, Jin Chan finally stormed off, muttering under his breath, unable to keep face. In the end, he ended up running away with Wei Wuxian and Lan Jingyi trailing behind, throwing his own stones at him.

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Lan Sizhui, feeling the day grow late, went off in search of Jin Ling to call him for dinner. He wandered around the paths surrounding the courtyard, calling out Jin Ling's name, but received no reply. Sizhui felt a flicker of worry—while Jin Ling could be fiercely independent, he usually showed up when meals were called, especially in Lanling where his presence as a sect leader was a point of pride.

After a few more minutes of searching, Lan Sizhui finally spotted a small figure crouched near the lotus pond, partially obscured by the shadows. He blinked, startled by the sight. A young child, barely three or four years old, was sitting on the ground, face red from crying and little hands clutching a small piece of cloth that looked suspiciously familiar. He knelt by one of the lotuses, clutching it as he cried. The child’s eyes were wide, glistening with unshed tears, and his dark hair was tied in a messy ponytail that looked oddly like Jin Ling’s usual style.

“J-Jin Ling?” Lan Sizhui asked tentatively, hardly able to believe it. He took a few cautious steps forward, but the child recoiled, sniffling and rubbing his eyes.

“Where’s my Jiujiu?” the boy whimpered, his voice cracking as he looked up at Sizhui. It was unmistakable—the resemblance was uncanny, and there was no other explanation. 

Somehow, Jin Ling had been cursed and de-aged into a toddler.

“Oh, heavens…” Lan Sizhui murmured, kneeling down to the little boy’s level. “Jin Ling, it’s me, Lan Sizhui. I’m here to help, alright?” he said, keeping his tone gentle, but Jin Ling only sniffled harder, clutching his cloth tightly.

“I want my Jiujiu…” Jin Ling's little face crumpled, and a fresh wave of tears began to spill down his cheeks. He let out a small wail, overwhelmed, his arms reaching out as if expecting his uncle to appear any second.

Lan Sizhui, trying to keep calm, looked around for help, but there was no one in sight. He tried to soothe Jin Ling, offering a comforting hand, but the young sect leader’s only response was to turn away, rubbing his eyes with his small fists as his cries continued.

"Don’t cry," Lan Sizhui said softly, smiling despite the oddness of the situation. “I’ll take you to Jiujiu, okay? Let’s go find him together.”

Jin Ling’s sobs softened a little, and he looked up at Sizhui, eyes round with a glimmer of hope. His tiny face was streaked with tears, making him look so young and vulnerable. “You… you promise?” he asked, voice trembling.

Lan Sizhui nodded gently, kneeling to Jin Ling’s level and offering his hand. “I promise, A-Ling. We’ll find your Jiujiu together.”

Jin Ling's little fingers wrapped around Lan Sizhui’s hand, and after a few steps, his hiccups and sniffles started to fade. But just when Lan Sizhui thought they were making progress, Jin Ling stopped, glanced around dramatically, and—without any warning—threw himself to the ground in a fit of frustration.

Startled, Lan Sizhui stared as Jin Ling began rolling on the ground, wailing all over again. “Jin Ling, what’s wrong?” he asked, kneeling quickly to the boy’s side, worried.

“My name is A-Ling!” he cried, rubbing his teary eyes with his fists. “Jiujiu calls me A-Ling! Only mean people call me Jin Ling!”

“Oh,  I’m sorry, I didn’t know that,” Lan Sizhui said, doing his best to keep his tone gentle and comforting. “Are you crying because I didn’t call you A-Ling?”

Jin Ling gave a pitiful sniffle, his lower lip quivering. But then he shook his head, as if that wasn’t the real reason. Lan Sizhui waited patiently, offering a small, encouraging smile. “Then… why are you crying, A-Ling?”

“Because… because Jiujiu always carries me!” he wailed, voice hitching as fresh tears slipped down his cheeks. “Everyone who doesn’t carry me is mean, because… because…”

Lan Sizhui leaned in closer, his heart aching for the small child. “Because why, A-Ling?”

“Because I’m an orphan!” Jin Ling’s little voice broke as he finally got the words out, barely a whisper as he choked back more sobs.

The words made Lan Sizhui’s chest tighten. Even at such a young age, Jin Ling seemed to carry so much hurt and longing, and his pain was almost too much to bear. Lan Sizhui took a deep breath, reaching out to gently lift Jin Ling into his arms. “I’m so sorry, A-Ling,” he murmured softly, feeling a surge of protectiveness. “I didn’t know. I’ll carry you, okay? Just like Jiujiu.”

Jin Ling let out a small, relieved sigh, his little arms wrapping around Lan Sizhui’s neck as he nestled into the comforting hold. He rested his head against Lan Sizhui’s shoulder, soothed by the warmth and safety he felt there. His sobs quieted, and he buried his face in the crook of Lan Sizhui’s neck, his tiny form finally still as he took comfort in Sizhui’s embrace.

Just as Lan Sizhui started walking again, a loud, familiar voice echoed down the corridor.

“A-Yuan!! Why the hell do you have a baby!?”

Lan Sizhui turned to find Wei Wuxian standing behind him, looking utterly shocked, one eyebrow raised in disbelief.

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After hearing Lan Sizhui’s explanation, Wei Wuxian felt a surge of happiness. He had missed out on Jin Ling’s childhood and was determined to make up for it. Having not been a part of his life, Wei Wuxian was eager to be involved now.

Wei Wuxian crouched down, giving the small, confused child in front of him a teasing grin. “Well, hello there! You can call me Daiju!” His voice was light, playful, his usual humor never far from his lips.

Jin Ling stared up at him with wide, suspicious eyes. His tiny hands balled into fists at his sides as he took a step back. “Daiju?” he echoed, his brow furrowing. He looked up at Wei Wuxian, then shook his head firmly. “I don’t have a Daiju!” His small voice carried a mix of confusion and concern.

Wei Wuxian blinked in surprise, then chuckled, not missing a beat. “What? No Daiju? How can that be? I’m right here, aren’t I?” He grinned, giving a playful wink.

But it seemed his attempt at humor only unsettled Jin Ling further. The boy’s face turned to one of pure distress, and in a split second, the tiny form let out a shrill scream that could probably be heard for miles.

“No! You’re not my Daiju!” Jin Ling wailed, his eyes filling with panic. “You’re trying to kidnap me!”

Wei Wuxian winced, a little taken aback by the shrillness of the boy's voice. “Hey, hey, I’m not kidnapping you!” He quickly tried to crouch down to his level again, but the damage had been done. Jin Ling continued to scream, his tiny body wriggling in panic.

"Orphan stealer!" Jin Ling screamed. His eyes were red from crying, and his throat was sore from screaming. "The orphan stealer is going to take me! Help!"

Then, out of the corner of his eye, Wei Wuxian caught sight of a familiar figure approaching from the distance. The slight smile on his face faltered when he saw the person beside him.

“Ah—Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian called out, hoping to defuse the situation. But as he turned his attention back to Jin Ling, he noticed the boy had stopped screaming, his face turning to one of awe. Jin Ling’s panic seemed to evaporate, replaced by something else entirely.

His wide eyes fixed on the figure of Lan Wangji, who was now standing just a few feet away, his calm, composed face already searching for an explanation.

Jin Ling’s eyes filled with relief, and in an instant, he stretched his arms out toward Lan Wangji with a bright, hopeful cry. “Er-shu!” he exclaimed, as if everything had been made right in the world with just that one word.

Wei Wuxian blinked in surprise. “What—no, Jin Ling, that’s not—”

But before he could correct him, Jin Ling was already rushing toward Lan Wangji, his tiny arms reaching up to be held. The elder cultivator paused for a moment, seemingly confused, but quickly masked his expression.. He bent down, lifting Jin Ling gently into his arms.

Jin Ling immediately relaxed, burrowing his face into Lan Wangji’s robes, still muttering “Er-Shu, the evil man wants to kidnap me…” under his breath, as though reassured now that his ‘uncle’ was there.

Wei Wuxian let out a soft, frustrated laugh. “Well, that’s… that’s not exactly how I expected that to go,” he muttered under his breath. “But I suppose it's not surprising. Poor kid's confused.” He scratched the back of his head, looking at Lan Wangji with a sheepish grin.

Lan Wangji gave him a knowing look, one that was soft but full of understanding. “Mn. He thinks I am Xiongzhang.”

Wei Wuxian nodded slowly, his heart softening at the sight of Jin Ling clinging to Lan Wangji like a lifeline. He’d never seen the child so vulnerable before. In this state, Jin Ling was a far cry from the fiery, quick-tempered young man Wei Wuxian had known—and the thought made his heart ache. He reminded him of Shije, when she had slipped out of Jiang Cheng’s arms to hold onto him.

“Well, as long as Xichen-ge isn’t going to be too upset about being mistaken for you” Wei Wuxian said with a grin. He gave Lan Wangji a pointed look, but the elder cultivator only shook his head in silence, the corners of his mouth twitching upward in the smallest hint of a smile.

“Just relieved,” Lan Wangji said softly. “He needs some time to adjust.”

Wei Wuxian nodded in agreement, his expression becoming more serious. “Poor kid. Jiang Cheng will kill us."

“Won’t.” Lan Wangji disagreed.

At the mention of his uncle’s name, Jin Ling perked up. “Jiujiu?” he asked hopefully, his small eyes wide with innocence.

Wei Wuxian grinned. “Yes, jiujiu!” He said, offering a sly smile. “I’ll take you to jiujiu if you give me a big hug, Jin Ling!”

Jin Ling’s tiny hand gripped Lan Wangji’s robes tighter, but there was a subtle shift in his posture, from pure panic to a tentative calm, the fragile trust of a child slowly reassured.

“I’m A-Ling,” Jin Ling said in a pitiful tone.

Wei Wuxian’s grin widened. “Ah, ah!” he teased, reaching out to poke Jin Ling’s cheek. “You want me to call you A-Ling? How about... Lingling?”

Jin Ling pulled away slightly, frowning. “Not Lingling!” he protested, looking like he’d been offered something unpleasant instead of a treat.

Wei Wuxian chuckled and waved his hand dramatically. “Alright, alright, no Lingling then. But you can’t just be A-Ling, that’s too plain. How about... Jin-Jin?”

Lan Wangji looked at Wei Wuxian, amused, his lips twitched slightly. “Don’t torment him.”

“I’m just making him feel at home,” Wei Wuxian said with a wink, poking Jin Ling’s cheek again. “It’s good for the soul, you know? You should try it, Lan Zhan. Maybe call him Jin-Jin too.”

Jin Ling looked from Wei Wuxian to Lan Wangji, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. “You’re weird,” he muttered under his breath, but there was a hint of curiosity now, as if the chaos around him was starting to make sense in its own way. “Er-shu, help.”

Wei Wuxian gasped dramatically, placing a hand on his heart. “Weird? We’re not weird, and why do you need help? From poor old me?” He turned to Lan Wangji, his voice lowering to a mock whisper. “You hear that? He wants your help!”

Lan Wangji’s response was a silent, resigned glance, though his lips quirked just enough to show he wasn’t entirely displeased. His hand reached up to gently pat Jin Ling on his back.

“You’ll see,” Wei Wuxian continued to Jin Ling. “You’ll love us. After all, who else is going to teach you all the important things in life? Like how to sneak snacks and prank your Jiujiu.”

Jin Ling seemed to consider this for a moment before shaking his head with a resigned sigh. “I don’t like pranks,” he muttered, but there was the tiniest smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Wei Wuxian laughed, his mood light. “Don’t worry, A-Ling,” he said, adopting a more gentle tone. “We’ll show you the best tricks. And then, we’ll take you to jiujiu, and you’ll get all the treats you could want. And, I won’t tell him about your little tricks.”

Jin Ling’s eyes brightened a little at the mention of his uncle again, and he tentatively let go of Lan Wangji’s robes, turning his attention fully on Wei Wuxian. “You promise?” he asked, his voice small but earnest.

“I promise,” Wei Wuxian said with a wink, reaching out to ruffle Jin Ling’s hair. “But first, we need to make sure you’re ready for all the fun. You’ve got to trust me, A-Ling. We’re a team now.”
Jin Ling looked between Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji, the last remnants of his fear melting away, replaced by a cautious but curious acceptance. And for the first time since they arrived, he didn’t look quite so lost.

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The air in the small courtyard was light, filled with laughter and the occasional burst of teasing words. Wei Wuxian crouched down, his hands waving in exaggerated movements as he recounted an outlandish tale of a particularly mischievous ghost he had encountered. Lan Wangji stood a few steps away, arms crossed, a silent observer, though there was the faintest smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he watched the two.

Jin Ling, who had initially been shy and reserved, was slowly warming to the atmosphere. Every now and then, he would giggle, his small hands covering his mouth as if to stifle the sound, but it was clear the tension in his shoulders had eased.

Wei Wuxian leaned in closer to Jin Ling, dropping his voice to a mock-whisper. “And then, this ghost—get this—had the audacity to tell me my hair looked bad! Can you imagine?”

Jin Ling’s lips twitched, and he shook his head. “Ghosts don’t care about hair,” he said, almost sounding like he was teasing Wei Wuxian.

“That’s what I told it!” Wei Wuxian threw his hands in the air dramatically. “But, no, this one was particularly fussy.”

A small laugh escaped Jin Ling, and for a moment, his eyes sparkled, the earlier fear and anxiety from before replaced by the beginning of genuine amusement. But, as the laughter settled, his expression shifted just slightly. He glanced down at his hands, fiddling with the edge of his sleeve. His voice was quieter, a touch softer.

“A ghost killed A-die,” Jin Ling murmured, almost as if speaking to himself.

Wei Wuxian froze. His usually quick wit and laughter were gone, replaced by a sinking feeling in his chest. He knew what Jin Ling had been through, and hearing it out loud, the weight of those words, struck like a blow.

Jin Ling’s voice quivered as he continued, his small face crumpling in distress. “I want my mom...” His hands fisted tighter, and his body trembled slightly. “Why did they take them? Why didn’t they come back?”

Wei Wuxian knelt down in front of him, his usual playful demeanor gone, replaced by a tender sorrow. His heart ached for the boy, who had lost so much. “Jin Ling,” he began softly, his voice filled with empathy. “I’m sorry.”

Jin Ling, a bit snarkily, said, “Why are you sorry? You didn’t kill them.”

Wei Wuxian had to bite his wince back. “I can’t... I can’t give you your mom and dad back, but... Daiju is here for you. And Jiang Cheng... he’s always there, too.”

Jin Ling looked up at Wei Wuxian, tears beginning to well in his eyes. “It’s not the same.” He said, his lower lip quivering. “Everyone is mean to Jiujiu and--and to me. And Jiujiu is always sad because I don’t have an A-niang. . .”

Wei Wuxian’s throat tightened as guilt gnawed at him. In that moment, he felt like a failure, the weight of his past actions heavy on his chest. He had caused so much pain—he had failed Jiang Cheng, his Shidi who had counted on his promise to rebuild Lotus Pier together. He failed Shije’s child. He couldn’t undo what had been done, but maybe… maybe he could do something now to make it a little bit better.

He reached out, his hand hesitating for a moment before resting gently on Jin Ling’s shoulder.

“I know it’s hard, Jin Ling,” Wei Wuxian said quietly, his voice full of empathy, but also guilt. “Your Jiujiu loves you so much. He… he wants you to have all the love in the world. Your A-Niang was the kindest person ever, and he’s sad you never got to see that..”

Lan Wangji stood silently for a moment before turning his gaze toward Wei Wuxian, as if contemplating his words. After a long pause, Lan Wangji spoke, his voice calm and steady. “Jiang Waynin will find a way to solve this.”

Wei Wuxian nodded, trying to find comfort in Lan Wangji’s words. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “He always does.”

Just then, a door creaked open, and in walked the thunderous presence of Jiang Cheng. His expression was unreadable, but the familiar fire in his eyes, the sharpness of his movements, was unmistakable. He entered like a storm, his usual harshness radiating from him in every step.

Jin Ling’s eyes widened in an instant, and without a second thought, he rushed toward Jiang Cheng, his small feet skidding on the stone floor. “Jiujiu!” He cried out desperately, throwing himself into Jiang Cheng’s arms with the kind of urgency that could only come from a child seeking comfort.

The impact made Jiang Cheng stagger back slightly, his broad arms instinctively wrapping around Jin Ling, the boy’s small frame trembling in his hold. Wei Wuxian watched as Jiang Cheng’s fierce exterior softened, his protective instincts kicking in with full force.

“Jiujiu, take me back to Lotus Pier!” Jin Ling sobbed, his voice breaking. “I don’t want to stay here! Please, Jiujiu!”

Jiang Cheng’s gaze hardened for a brief moment as he looked at Wei Wuxian, as if asking for an explanation. But when his eyes landed on Jin Ling, clutching desperately at his robes, his expression faltered.

“Shh, A-Ling,” Jiang Cheng murmured, his voice unusually soft, though it still carried that unmistakable authority. “It’s okay. It’s alright. Did anyone hurt you? Tell me, who made you cry?”

Jin Ling continued to sob, his small body wracked with emotion as he clung to Jiang Cheng. The words seemed to ease him a little, but the pain in his eyes was clear. The loss was still too fresh, too overwhelming. His cries echoed softly in the courtyard.

Wei Wuxian stood up slowly, glancing at Lan Wangji, who stood silently by, observing. The stoic man’s gaze was distant, but there was something in his eyes that spoke volumes. He was here for them, for all of them, in his quiet, unwavering way.

“Aiya Jiang Cheng,” Wei Wuxian began, albeit nervously. “He was crying because he wanted you.”

Jiang Cheng’s gaze softened slightly, though his grip on Jin Ling tightened as the boy continued to sob into his robes. The protective instinct in his eyes was undeniable. He gently lifted Jin Ling’s chin, wiping away the tears with his sleeve, his voice firm yet kind.

“It’s alright, A-Ling,” Jiang Cheng repeated, his words more soothing now. “No one’s going to hurt you here. Jiujiu is here.” He glanced up at Lan Wangji, the sharp edge of his usual scowl didn’t disappear. “Don’t scare him like that, Hanguang-jun. And why is Jin Ling a child?”

Wei Wuxian scratched the back of his head, his nervous laughter cutting through the heavy atmosphere. “Lan Zhan didn’t scare him, he thought he was Xichen-ge. We think he was hit with a de-aging curse” He glanced down at Jin Ling, still curled in Jiang Cheng’s arms. “A-Ling’s been through so much.”

Jiang Cheng’s lips thinned, his eyes flickering with a mixture of emotions as he looked at Jin Ling. “He’s been through more than he should’ve had to, thanks to—” He broke off for a moment, the sharp words catching in his throat as his gaze shifted to Wei Wuxian.

Wei Wuxian flinched but didn’t look away. He knew the words that hung between them. The unsaid things—the way everything had changed since the past had collided with the present, leaving scars they would never truly heal.

“Not Wei Ying’s fault.” Lan Wangji cut in, his brows furrowed in slight anger.

"It's okay Lan Zhan." Wei Wuxian said, rather quietly.

"I left my nephew with those foolish Lan kids and he comes back to me cursed?" Jiang Cheng sighed. "Wei Wuxian, what was your job?"

Wei Wuxian sighed, raising his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright, I admit it—we may have been a little too caught up in letting him run around.”

Jiang Cheng’s eyes flashed. “Caught up in what, exactly? Letting him run around alone after his first discussion conference! And now he’s cursed!” He folded his arms, jostling the child, and glared. “You were supposed to be paying attention to him, not letting him wander off like some stray.”

“I was paying attention,” Wei Wuxian countered defensively, though his grin faltered. “Mostly. It’s just… curses don’t exactly come with warning signs, you know? One minute we were fighting Jin Chan, the next—bam, toddler Jin Ling.”

Jiang Cheng’s jaw tightened, but he looked down at Jin Ling, who clutched his robes tightly, his small fingers curling around the fabric as he looked up, wide-eyed. “Jiujiu,” he murmured, a little sniffle escaping him. “I don't want to go near Jin Chan."

Jiang Cheng’s expression softened at that, and he patted Jin Ling’s head, his voice unexpectedly gentle. “I know, A-Ling. ”

Lan Wangji stepped forward, his voice calm as ever. “We will investigate. Maybe Jin Chan's doing."

Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes but seemed a touch less furious. “Fine,” he muttered, “but if you two let this happen again, I’ll make sure everyone remembers to pay closer attention.” He glanced at Wei Wuxian, his expression darkening. “That includes you, Wei Wuxian.”

Wei Wuxian, undeterred, winked at Jin Ling. “Don’t worry, A-Ling. Your jiujiu’s just being dramatic.”

Jin Ling sniffled at that, offering a small smile, his sobs slowly quieting as he looked up at his uncle, his small hands clinging to his robes. “Jiujiu… will you stay with me?”

Jiang Cheng sighed, the weight of the request heavy on his chest. He nodded, brushing his fingers through Jin Ling’s hair. “I’ll never leave you alone, A-Ling.”

Wei Wuxian watched them quietly, a pang of guilt piercing through his chest once more. He had never meant for things to turn out this way. He had always wanted to be the one to protect them, to fix everything. Watching Jiang Cheng now, he recalled that there may have been many times when Jiang Cheng couldn't promise to keep Jin Ling by his side, but was instead forced to hand him over to the Jins.

“I’m sorry, Jiang Cheng,” Wei Wuxian said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I never wanted to make things harder.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there with you,” remained unsaid

Jiang Cheng’s gaze flicked to him briefly, his eyes full of a thousand unsaid things. He didn’t answer immediately, just turned back to Jin Ling, his fingers still stroking the boy’s hair as he held him close.

“A-Ling, we have to go sleep. Say goodye to Daiju.” He said softly, as if fearing the words that he uttered.

At that, a joyful, hearty laugh burst from Wei Wuxian. “Lan Zhan, did you hear that?” he exclaimed, his voice bubbling with excitement. “My shidi—he called me Daiju!”

Jiang Cheng shot him a mock glare, but Wei Wuxian could see the humor in it. “Who are you calling shidi?” Jiang Cheng grumbled, though it was clear he wasn’t angry. “I’ll break your legs!”

Jin Ling reached over his uncle's shoulders and gave a small wave. "Bye Daiju. Play with me tomorrow."

Wei Wuxian’s heart soared. “Of course, Lingling! Anything for you!” His voice was filled with warmth and the pure happiness of being needed, his spirits lighter than they had been in ages.

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Jin Ling had finally succumbed to sleep in Jiang Cheng’s arms, his tear-streaked face now peaceful. Jiang Cheng sat stiffly in the corner of the room, his back straight and his expression unreadable. His violet eyes, shadowed by the dim lamplight, stared at nothing in particular, though the weight of a thousand memories seemed to settle heavily on his shoulders. There were empty cups that had alcohol. It seemed like Jiang Cheng went on a drinking spree after Jin Ling slept.

Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but follow his shidi–and lingered at the doorway, hesitant. For once, his usual cheer was subdued. He watched Jiang Cheng for a moment, noting the tension in his jaw, the way his hand rested protectively on Jin Ling’s back even as the boy slept.

“You should get some rest,” Wei Wuxian said softly, his tone unusually gentle.

Jiang Cheng didn’t look at him, his voice sharp and low. “I don’t have the luxury of rest.”

Wei Wuxian winced. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him. “Jiang Cheng... you’re doing everything you can. More than anyone else could. A-Ling is lucky to have you.”

Jiang Cheng’s laugh was bitter, devoid of humor. “Lucky? Do you think he’s lucky to grow up like this? To be surrounded by ghosts of the past, raised by someone who—” He broke off, shaking his head as if to push away the words. “He deserves so much more than I can give him.”

Wei Wuxian sighed, stepping into the room. “You say that like you’re the only one who’s ever had to sacrifice anything,” he retorted, his voice tinged with defensiveness. “You think I don’t know what it’s like to lose everything?”

Jiang Cheng’s head snapped up, his gaze hard and unrelenting. “Don’t,” he said coldly. “Don’t pretend you understand. You weren’t here. You weren’t the one left to pick up the pieces. I rebuilt Lotus Pier. I raised A-Ling. Alone.”

Wei Wuxian sighed, attempting to lessen the tension. “I thought we made up a few hours ago.”

Jiang Cheng’s glare continued to cut through him. “I can’t forget when this took up years of my life. Do you know what it’s like?” he snapped, his voice growing more punctured with each word he uttered. “To come back to nothing? To see everything you built, everything you loved, destroyed? And then to rebuild it—by yourself—with no one to help? When you promised. You promised, Wei Wuxian, but I raised A-Ling. I raised the orphans whose parents were killed by the Wens. I cleaned the blood off of the ground. I rebuilt Lotus Pier from the ground up while you were—”

The words hung in the air, a blade that neither dared to draw further.

Wei Wuxian bristled, his jaw tightening. “And you think I wanted that? You think I wanted to leave you to deal with it by yourself?! I couldn't leave the Wens when they were innocent too.” His voice rose slightly, though he quickly lowered it, glancing at Jin Ling to make sure the boy was still asleep. “I made mistakes, yes. But you did too. Don’t act like I abandoned you on purpose, Jiang Cheng. You’re not the only one who’s suffered.”

“You didn’t have to be here to suffer,” he shot back bitterly. “You got to leave. You didn’t see how Jin Zixuan loved A-Jie, yet they were ripped away from each other. You didn’t have to see A-Jie cry for her husband. You didn’t see Wei Wuxian, you never see!”

The words struck Wei Wuxian hard, but he refused to back down. “You’re wrong,” he said, his tone firm despite the quiver in his voice. “You think I got off easy? You think I didn’t mourn them? That I didn’t carry their loss every day, every night when I slept?”

Jiang Cheng didn’t reply immediately, his grip on Jin Ling tightening. The boy shifted slightly in his sleep, murmuring softly. When Jiang Cheng spoke again, his voice was quieter but still filled with bitterness. “He deserves better than this. Better than me. Better than you.”

Wei Wuxian’s chest ached at the rawness of Jiang Cheng’s words. “No, Jiang Cheng. He doesn’t see it like that,” he said softly. “He deserves exactly what he has—a jiujiu who would give everything for him. Someone who loves him fiercely, even when the world is unfair. You think he doesn’t know that? You think he doesn’t see how much you’ve done for him?” 

Jiang Cheng’s lips thinned, his gaze fixed on Jin Ling’s sleeping face. “Just leave it in the past, isn’t that right, Wei Wuixan?” he muttered.

Wei Wuxian stilled for a moment, and then sighed, his voice gentler now. “I’m sorry.” 

The room fell into silence again, heavy with unspoken words. Wei Wuxian crossed his arms, leaning against the wall as he watched his brother hold Jin Ling close.

“And for the record,” Wei Wuxian added quietly, “if you keep blaming me for everything, you’re going to get wrinkles. And you already look old enough.”

Jiang Cheng shot him a glare, his expression as sharp as ever. “Get out, Wei Wuxian.”

Wei Wuxian smirked faintly, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “Fine, I’ll go. But just remember—you’re doing more than anyone ever could for A-Ling. He doesn’t need perfection. He just needs you.”

Jiang Cheng didn’t answer, his eyes fixed on Jin Ling’s peaceful face. His silence was heavy, but not as cutting as before. Wei Wuxian lingered for a moment longer, then pushed off the wall with a soft sigh, heading for the door.

As he opened it, he glanced back. “You know, Jiang Cheng,” he said, his tone unusually warm, “A-Ling grew up knowing what it means to be loved, something we both never knew growing up. He is as stubborn and protective as you.”

Jiang Cheng huffed, but there was a faint snort of something close to reluctant amusement. “He’s not going to grow up to be anything like me.”

“Sure, sure.” Wei Wuxian’s grin was back, faint but genuine this time. “But don’t let him catch you stroking his hair like that when we reverse the curse, or he’ll never let you live it down.”

Jiang Cheng’s lips pressed into a thin line, but the tension in his shoulders eased just a fraction. As the door closed softly behind Wei Wuxian, the room settled into silence again. 

Jiang Cheng glanced down at Jin Ling, his expression softening as he adjusted the boy’s weight in his arms. The dim light cast gentle shadows across the room, but his quiet words carried clearly in the stillness.

“You’re better than me,” Jiang Cheng muttered, his voice low, almost inaudible. For a moment, the bitterness in his eyes was replaced with something far more tender.

He allowed himself a small smile, one that barely reached his lips but held an undeniable warmth. His arms tightened protectively around Jin Ling, drawing the boy closer. “You’re everything I never was—and everything I could never be.”

Jin Ling shifted slightly in his sleep, his face relaxing further as if responding to the quiet reassurance. Jiang Cheng exhaled softly, leaning his head back against the wall, the faintest glimmer of peace settling over his features.

Outside the door, Wei Wuxian lingered, unseen but listening. A rare, bittersweet smile touched his face as he turned and walked away, leaving his brother and nephew to their quiet moment.

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The sun hung high in the sky, its bright light pouring into the courtyard of the inn. Jiang Cheng sat on the veranda, his arms crossed and expression firm as Jin Ling perched on his lap, half-asleep but stubbornly clinging to his uncle’s robes. Wei Wuxian lounged a few steps away, his back against the wooden beam, idly twirling Chenqing in his fingers.

The quiet was interrupted by the familiar chatter of Lan Jingyi, who strolled in holding a tray of neatly arranged bowls of sweet soup. “Sect Leader Jiang,” he greeted with a bow that was just a bit too enthusiastic. “Young Mistress—oh, I mean Young Master—oh no, what do I call him now?”

Jiang Cheng’s sharp eyes immediately narrowed. “You call him ‘Young Master Jin,’ or I’ll make sure your legs never step into this courtyard again.”

Lan Jingyi froze mid-step, eyes darting to Wei Wuxian, who grinned like a fox. “Wow, what an honor, Jingyi. The Sect Leader is giving you such special attention,” Wei Wuxian teased.

“Stop encouraging him,” Jiang Cheng snapped.

Jin Ling stirred at the noise, rubbing his sleepy eyes with tiny fists. “You’re so mean.” he mumbled, voice muffled against Jiang Cheng’s shoulder. “You can’t call me ‘Young Mistress.”

“I wasn’t being mean!” Lan Jingyi protested, setting down the tray hurriedly. “I was just confused. Lan Sizhui told me you’re so little now!"

"I am A-Ling!" Jin Ling declared. 

"I am not calling you A-Ling, you young mistress!" Lan Jingyi teased and stuck out his tongue.

"No!" Jin Ling yelled as tears began to gather. "You're not my mean cousins! Call me A-Ling."

Wei Wuxian, who had been leaning lazily against the doorframe, stilled when he caught Jin Ling’s words. His teasing grin faltered for just a second as he processed them. He straightened slightly, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully.

Jiang Cheng, however, was quick to respond. His expression darkened, and he adjusted his grip on Jin Ling, pulling the boy closer. “Who’s been mean to you?” Wei Wuxian demanded sharply.

Jin Ling sniffled, his small hands clutching at Jiang Cheng’s robes. “My cousins. They always call me names and say I’m spoiled. But Jiujiu says I’m not.”

Wei Wuxian blinked, genuinely taken aback. “Wait... your own cousins?” he asked, his voice uncharacteristically serious. “They’re mean to you?”

Jiang Cheng’s jaw tightened, his free hand curling into a fist. “I’ve handled it in the past." he muttered darkly. 

Wei Wuxian ignored him, crouching slightly to be eye-level with Jin Ling. “A-Ling,” he said gently, his usual playful tone replaced with something softer. “Why didn’t you tell me they were being mean to you?”

Jin Ling shrugged, his little shoulders rising and falling as he buried his face further into Jiang Cheng’s shoulder. “I don’t care about them,” he mumbled. “They’re stupid. And I can't do anything, shushu said they won't change.”

For a moment, Wei Wuxian was silent, his brows furrowed. Then, he broke into a grin, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Well, I think they’re just jealous because you’re so much cooler than they are.” He tapped Jin Ling’s nose playfully. “They’re probably mad they don’t have a Jiujiu like yours.”

That earned a small giggle from Jin Ling, who peeked up at him with watery eyes. “Jiujiu is the best.”

“Obviously,” Jiang Cheng muttered, though the faintest hint of a smile tugged at his lips. He rubbed Jin Ling’s back in small, soothing circles.

Wei Wuxian, now determined to lighten the mood, turned to Lan Jingyi with a mock-serious expression. “You hear that, Lan Jingyi? No more teasing the Young Mistress.”

“I wasn’t—” Lan Jingyi started to protest, but Wei Wuxian cut him off with a raised hand.

“No excuses!” Wei Wuxian declared dramatically, pointing an accusatory finger. “You don’t want to end up like those mean Jin cousins, do you?”

Lan Jingyi froze, his eyes wide in false alarm. “What? No! I’m nothing like them!”

Jin Ling perked up at that, his tears momentarily forgotten as he pointed at Lan Jingyi. “Then call me A-Ling!”

Lan Jingyi groaned, throwing his head back. “Fine! A-Ling. Happy?”

“Yes,” Jin Ling said smugly, resting his cheek against Jiang Cheng’s shoulder.

Wei Wuxian chuckled, his grin returning in full force. “There you go. Problem solved.” But even as the room settled into laughter, a shadow of concern lingered in his gaze as he glanced back at Jin Ling. 

"I didn’t know what to say. I mean, how am I supposed to bow to someone so small?” Lan Jingyi continued saying, and demonstrated with an exaggerated bow that nearly knocked the tray over.

Jin Ling scowled, fully awake now. “I’m not small! I’m going to grow big again soon, and then I’ll make you bow properly!”

Wei Wuxian burst out laughing, while Jiang Cheng gave Lan Jingyi a withering look. “Do you want me to escort you out personally ?”

Lan Jingyi raised his hands in mock surrender. “No need, Sect Leader Jiang! I’ll just—uh—leave this here.” He pointed to the tray and started to retreat.

But Jin Ling, still cranky and tired, leaned forward in Jiang Cheng’s lap. “Wait! I want the soup. Jiujiu, look soup! Feed me!”

Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes but nodded nevertheless. 

“Finally, someone appreciates my effort,” Lan Jingyi muttered under his breath, though he wisely didn’t linger.

Jiang Cheng sighed but picked up a bowl, carefully stirring the contents to cool it down. Jin Ling leaned against him, looking far more content as he opened his mouth for a spoonful. Jiang Cheng would lightly blow on the spoonful of soup before feeding Jin Ling, who would eagerly swallow it all.

Wei Wuxian watched the scene with an amused but softened expression. “You know, Jiang Cheng, you’re not so bad at this.”

“Shut up,” Jiang Cheng said automatically, but his movements were gentle as he fed Jin Ling another spoonful.

Lan Jingyi peeked back in from the doorway, clearly not ready to be done with the entertainment. “You’re a good uncle, Sect Leader Jiang. Jin Ling used to always talk about how you coddle him!” he said with a grin. “Like a mama bear!”

Wei Wuxian wheezed with laughter, and Jiang Cheng nearly dropped the bowl. “ What did you just say? ”

Jin Ling giggled through a mouthful of soup, completely unaware of the murderous intent radiating from his uncle. “Jiujiu is like a bear. But I think he’s more like a tiger!”

Lan Jingyi wisely took that as his cue to leave before Jiang Cheng could fulfill his earlier threat.

“You! Lan Jingyi! Get back here before I break your legs!”

 Meanwhile, Wei Wuxian wiped a tear of laughter from his eye and leaned back with a satisfied smile. “See, Lan Zhan,” he said to the silent figure standing in the shadows of the courtyard, “family time at its finest.”

“Mn.”

Wei Wuxian grinned, strolling over to him and throwing an arm around his shoulder, leaning in close. “Did you find anything?” he asked, casually fiddling with Lan Wangji’s hair ribbon, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

Lan Wangji tilted his head slightly, his gaze steady but unreadable. “Mn. The cause of the curse is identified.”

Wei Wuxian blinked, his playfulness faltering as genuine interest sparked in his eyes. “Really? What was it?”

Jiang Cheng, who had been sitting with Jin Ling in his lap, looked up sharply. “You’re telling me you’ve known this whole time and you’re just standing there?” His tone was sharp, but his eyes betrayed his concern.

Lan Wangji glanced at him briefly. “It was... an old talisman,” he said slowly, as if weighing each word.

Wei Wuxian straightened, his curiosity now fully piqued. “An old talisman? What kind of talisman? Who used it? Where did it come from? Don’t tell me it was another shady relic someone dug up from the Burial Mounds!”

Lan Wangji’s gaze flickered to Wei Wuxian’s eager expression. “It was buried under the training field. Near the lotus pond.” he explained, his voice calm but purposeful. 

“Ah!” Wei Wuxian spoke. “I remember! A-Yuan found A-Ling there!”

Jiang Cheng’s jaw tightened. “So this happened because someone put a talisman under A-Jie’s pond?” He stood abruptly, careful not to move Jin Ling as he shifted the boy to his shoulder. “And how long until this mess is fixed?”

Lan Wangji met his glare without flinching. “Few days.”

“A few days, huh?” Wei Wuxian repeated, already slipping back into his usual cheer. “That’s nothing! A-Ling will be back to his usual bratty self in no time.”

Jin Ling looked at the sound of his name. He caught sight of Lan Wangji and muttered, “Er-shu...?”

Wei Wuxian snorted, clapping Lan Wangji on the shoulder. “Jiang Cheng, do you hear? Lan Zhan has been promoted to Er-shu! How does it feel to join the family?”

Lan Wangji’s expression didn’t change, but there was a slight twitch at the corner of his lips. “Mn.”

Jiang Cheng scowled, glaring at Wei Wuxian. “You think this is funny?”

“It’s hilarious,” Wei Wuxian said with a grin, though his eyes softened as they landed on Jin Ling. 

Jiang Cheng, still fuming, turned his attention to Jin Ling, who was staring at Lan Wangji with wide, confused eyes. “A-Ling,” Jiang Cheng said firmly, “Lan Wangji is not your Er-shu.”

Jin Ling blinked, then furrowed his little brows. “But he looks just like him!”

Wei Wuxian’s laughter erupted again, loud enough to echo through the courtyard. “A-Ling, are you saying Lan Zhan and his brother look the same because they’re brothers? That’s how families work, you know!”

Jiang Cheng pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering under his breath about how even toddlers could be exasperating. “Lan Wangji is not Lan Xichen. They’re brothers.”

Jin Ling squinted at Lan Wangji, then at Jiang Cheng, clearly trying to piece things together. “So... he’s not Er-shu?”

“No!” Jiang Cheng snapped, his tone sharper than he intended. “He’s not your Er-shu. Lan Xichen is your Er-shu. This is Hanguang-jun .”

Jin Ling’s face scrunched in confusion before a spark of realization hit. “Wait… are you sure? They look identical!”

Wei Wuxian clutched his stomach, tears forming in his eyes. “A-Ling, you’re adorable. But no, Lan Zhan doesn’t magically transform into Xichen-ge at night.”

Lan Wangji remained perfectly stoic, though the faintest sigh escaped his lips. “Mn.”

Jiang Cheng glared at Wei Wuxian, his patience clearly wearing thin. “Can you stop encouraging him?”

Jin Ling pouted, looking back at Lan Wangji. “If you’re not Er-shu, why do you look like him?”

“Because they’re brothers!” Wei Wuxian repeated while laughing. 

“B-but if you’re brothers why don’t you act like Er-shu? He always smiles and hugs me!”

Lan Wangji inclined his head slightly, his voice calm as always. “I am myself.”

Jin Ling tilted his head, as if trying to decipher the cryptic response. “I’m scared,” he declared finally, before snuggling back into Jiang Cheng’s arms. 

Jiang Cheng glared at Wei Wuxian one last time, muttering, “This is your fault.”

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The soft rustle of robes accompanied Lan Sizhui’s entrance into Jin Ling’s secluded room. Interestingly enough, the room was simple compared to the other rooms in Lanling. There were hints of purple hues, accompanied with a clarity bell, certainly not Jin Ling’s, hung near the door. His calm demeanor immediately brought a shift to the atmosphere, soothing the lingering chaos like a gentle breeze dispersing storm clouds.

“Sect Leader Jiang, Young Master Jin,” he greeted politely, inclining his head toward Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling. “Wei-qianbei. Ah–Jingyi.”

Jiang Cheng responded with a curt nod, his sharp gaze softening only when he looked down at Jin Ling, fully awake but still nestled securely in his arms.

“A-Ling!” Lan Jingyi exclaimed dramatically, drawing a small laugh from Jin Ling.

Lan Sizhui gave his friend a faintly disapproving look. “Lan Jingyi, perhaps we should be more mindful of addressing Young Master Jin properly, even in informal settings.”

“Ugh, he hates being called Young Master Jin. Remember how annoyed he would get when you called him that, even when he was older?” Lan Jingyi grumbled, rolling his eyes. “But fine, Young Master Jin.”

Jin Ling giggled, clearly enjoying the attention. “I told you before, you can call me A-Ling,” he said, beaming.

Lan Sizhui smiled warmly. “A-Ling it is, then.”

Lan Jingyi wiggled his eyebrows and leaned close to Jin Ling. “He’s a Gege and so am I.”

Jin Ling tilted his head. “Gege,” He repeated. When he turned to look at Jingyi, he offered a mischievous smile. “Jingyi.”

“Ah-!” Lan Jingyi spluttered. “He’s Gege and I’m just Jingyi!?”

“You don’t act like a Gege.”

“You-!”

As the group settled into a more relaxed rhythm, Wei Wuxian leaned against the veranda railing, his sharp eyes watching the interplay between the younger generation. The moments of peace were fleeting, but he cherished them nonetheless.

“Aiya,” Wei Wuxian drawled, stretching dramatically. “Isn’t this nice? A beautiful morning, good company, and a very handsome man such as myself to brighten the day.”

Jiang Cheng shot him a withering look, his lips curling into a faint sneer. “You ruin the mood just by opening your mouth.”

“Ah, Jiujiu is mean,” Jin Ling said with a pout, though he seemed more amused than upset.

Before Wei Wuxian could fire back another quip, Lan Sizhui stepped forward, his expression growing serious. “Sect Leader Jiang, Wei-qianbei,” he began, his voice steady, “there’s something I believe you should know.”

Both men turned their attention to him, the shift in the atmosphere palpable.

“What is it?” Jiang Cheng asked sharply, his tone immediately guarded.

Lan Sizhui hesitated for a moment, then squared his shoulders. “After speaking with some of the innkeepers and merchants in the area, I overheard rumors pointing to someone who may have tampered with Young Master Jin’s safety. It seems... Jin Chan was seen acting suspiciously near the inn shortly before the curse took effect.”

The courtyard fell silent. Jin Ling’s small hands clutched at Jiang Cheng’s robes, his wide eyes flicking nervously between the adults.

“Jin Chan,” Jiang Cheng said slowly, his voice low and dangerous. “That little—”

“Now, now,” Wei Wuxian interrupted, raising his hands in a placating gesture. “Let’s not jump to conclusions. Sizhui, are you sure about this?”

Lan Sizhui nodded, his expression resolute. “The accounts were consistent. I believe it warrants investigation.”

Jiang Cheng’s eyes darkened, and his grip on Jin Ling tightened protectively. “He’s always been envious of A-Ling,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. “I should’ve—”

“Don’t go blaming yourself again,” Wei Wuxian cut in, his tone firm. “If it’s true, we’ll handle it. But for now, let’s focus on reversing the curse.”

“No one can know about this.” Jiang Cheng said sternly. Everyone nodded.

Jin Ling tugged at Jiang Cheng’s sleeve, his small voice breaking through the tension. “Jiujiu... did Jin Chan do something really bad?”

Jiang Cheng’s expression softened as he looked down at his nephew. “He’s not worth worrying about,” he said, his voice surprisingly gentle. “I’ll take care of it.”

Jin Ling shifted in Jiang Cheng’s arms, his small brow furrowed. “Jiujiu, back when my cousins used to pick on me, Shushu would just tell me not to worry about it. He said it wasn’t worth the fuss.” He glanced up curiously. “Do you think... we should ignore him?”

Jiang Cheng stiffened, his jaw tightening at the mention. His grip on Jin Ling’s shoulder became slightly firmer, though his voice remained measured. “Your Shushu had his way of doing things. That doesn’t mean it was the right way.”

Wei Wuxian raised an eyebrow but chose not to comment, instead leaning back against the table. “What matters now is how we’re going to deal with it, A-Ling. Your Jiujiu’s here, and trust me, no one’s brushing anything off.”

Lan Sizhui nodded, his calm demeanor steadying the tension in the room. “Senior Wei is right. We’ll make sure this is resolved properly.”

Jin Ling nodded slowly, though his thoughts seemed far away, still lingering on his Shushu’s enigmatic ways. Suddenly, he paused, glancing up with wide, curious eyes. “Where is Shushu? Why isn’t he here?”

The question hung in the air like a thunderclap. Jiang Cheng’s grip on Jin Ling tightened, his expression hardening as his jaw clenched. Wei Wuxian’s usual easygoing demeanor faltered, his smile slipping into something more restrained. Even Lan Sizhui looked away, as if sensing the sudden tension.

“Your Shushu…” Jiang Cheng started, his voice quieter, almost strained. “He’s not here anymore, A-Ling.”

Jin Ling blinked, confused by the weight in his uncle’s voice. “Not here? Did he leave—?”

“That’s enough,” Jiang Cheng interrupted, his tone sharper than intended. He closed his eyes and took a steadying breath, softening when he noticed Jin Ling flinch. 

“Aiya Jiang Cheng, don’t be so harsh.” Wei Wuxian sighed. “A-Ling, your Shushu isn’t around right now, but that’s okay–”

“When’s he coming back?”

“Ah… your Shushu is…” Wei Wuxian began, his voice light and casual, but still unsure. “Well, he’s very busy right now. You know, important sect matters and all that. Big responsibilities.”

Jin Ling nodded. 

His brows furrowed suddenly as he looked around, clutching Jiang Cheng’s robes tightly. “Where’s Fairy?” he asked, his voice rising with worry. “Jiujiu, where’s Fairy? Did Shushu take her somewhere?”

Jiang Cheng blinked, clearly unprepared for the sudden outburst. “What are you talking about? Fairy’s probably outside.”

Jin Ling’s eyes started to water, his voice trembling. “But what if she’s not? What if Shushu—what if he took her? I heard my cousins say Fairy was too big and scary! What if she’s gone?”

Lan Sizhui stepped forward, his voice soothing. “Young Master Jin, Fairy is very loyal. She wouldn’t wander far. I’m sure she’s nearby.”

“Exactly,” Jiang Cheng grumbled. “She’s fine.”

But Jin Ling wasn’t convinced. He began to wiggle himself in Jiang Cheng’s grip, attempting to get up. “No, we have to find her now! What if—she was sent away?”

Wei Wuxian’s face was drained of color. “Wait, Fairy’s gone?” he blurted, turning to Jiang Cheng. “The- the giant , terrifying dog Fairy?”

“Yes, obviously,” Jiang Cheng replied flatly, rolling his eyes.

Wei Wuxian staggered back a step. “And she’s loose? Out there? Somewhere?”

“She’s not loose!” Jiang Cheng snapped, exasperated. “Stop being ridiculous. Even if she was, I wouldn’t let her near you”

Lan Jingyi raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. “Wei-qianbei, Fairy is the easiest dog to please, you’re still scared of her? She’s just a mini young mistress but without the tantrums.”

Wei Wuxian jabbed a finger at him. “A dog ? That’s not a dog; it’s a demon in disguise! She’s big enough to carry Jin Ling like a sack of rice!”

Lan Jingyi snickered. 

Jin Ling, now fully distressed, tugged on Jiang Cheng’s sleeve. “Fairy!” He called out but received no response. “Jiujiu, you have to find her!”

Lan Sizhui tried again, his tone calm but concerned. “Young Master Jin, Fairy will be okay. But if it would make you feel better, we can look for her together.”

Wei Wuxian was already edging toward the door, his hands raised defensively. “Jiang Cheng, I’m warning you—if Fairy sees me, I’ll be the one who needs rescuing. That dog hates me!”

“She doesn’t hate you,” Jiang Cheng growled, rubbing his temples. “You just keep provoking her.”

“She tried to bite me last time!” Wei Wuxian exclaimed.

Lan Jingyi snorted, and even Lan Sizhui couldn’t hold back a small chuckle, though he quickly composed himself.

Jiang Cheng gave Wei Wuxian a withering glare. “A-Ling, Fairy’s probably in the courtyard or with the servants. We’ll find her, so stop crying.”

Jin Ling sniffled but nodded. “Okay... but you’ll check everywhere, right?”

“Yes, everywhere,” Jiang Cheng muttered, patting Jin Ling’s back.

“Great,” Wei Wuxian said hurriedly, backing toward the exit. “You handle that. I’ll... stay here and make sure no curses sneak in!”

Lan Jingyi shook his head, grinning. “This is priceless.”

“Priceless?” Wei Wuxian repeated, glaring at him. “You’ll be singing a different tune when she starts chasing you!”

“Fairy wouldn’t chase us!” Jin Ling snapped, wiping his tears with a pout. “She’s the best dog ever!”

“ To you ,” Wei Wuxian muttered darkly. .

Jiang Cheng sighed. “Let’s just find the dog before he has a heart attack.” he muttered. “Wei Wuxian, hold A-Ling while I look for her.” 

Wei Wuxian brightened at that, and reached over to hold Jin Ling. The boy immediately wrapped his legs around Wei Wuxian, and laid his head on the elder’s neck with a content sigh. Wei Wuxian couldn’t help the warm feeling that spread in his chest.

Wei Wuxian couldn’t stop the grin that tugged at his lips as Jin Ling nestled against him. “ See, Jiang Cheng? A-Ling clearly likes me better than you.” He gave a mockingly triumphant look, earning a sharp glare from Jiang Cheng.

“Don’t push your luck,” Jiang Cheng growled. “Just keep him calm while I find that damned dog.”

“Be nice to Fairy!” Jin Ling yelled, but Jiang Cheng ignored him.

Lan Sizhui stepped forward, his expression thoughtful. “Sect Leader Jiang, do you want us to help search as well? Fairy might respond to more people calling her name.”

“That mutt barely responds to me half the time,” Jiang Cheng muttered, though his frown eased slightly. “Fine. But if you find her, don’t get too close. She doesn’t take kindly to strangers.”

Lan Jingyi raised an eyebrow. “Then why would you bring her to a cultivation conference? Isn’t that asking for trouble?”

Jiang Cheng’s glare was sharp enough to silence him. “Fairy’s loyal. She doesn’t move without command, unlike some people.”

“Let’s move on before we all get scolded,” Lan Sizhui said diplomatically, tugging Lan Jingyi’s sleeve to lead him out.

As the group dispersed, Wei Wuxian gently swayed back and forth, still holding Jin Ling. “You see, A-Ling? Your Jiujiu may act tough, but deep down, he loves Fairy as much as you do. He’s probably worried too.”

Jin Ling sniffled, his small hands clutching Wei Wuxian’s robes. “Do you think she’s okay?”

“Of course,” Wei Wuxian said, patting Jin Ling’s back. “Fairy’s too big and strong for anyone to mess with. She’s probably just taking her time finding the best spot to nap.”

The boy let out a small giggle, his earlier panic starting to fade. “She does like to sleep a lot,” he admitted.

“See? Nothing to worry about,” Wei Wuxian said, his grin widening. “But if she’s gone for too long, we’ll just tell Jiang Cheng to get you a new dog. Maybe one that’s smaller, less terrifying—”

“ No! ” Jin Ling exclaimed, pulling back to glare at him. “Fairy isn’t replaceable! And she’s not terrifying!”

Wei Wuxian pretended to cower, shielding himself dramatically. “Okay, okay! No new dog. Fairy it is!”

==

After a few minutes, Wei Wuxian heard a loud bark echoing from the courtyard. Jin Ling’s head shot up, and his eyes sparkled with hope. “Fairy!”

“Thank the heavens,” Wei Wuxian muttered, adjusting his hold on Jin Ling. “Come on, A-Ling, let's go see.”

When they arrived at the courtyard, they found Jiang Cheng standing stiffly, arms crossed, while Fairy bounded around him, wagging her tail like a giant flag. The sight of the massive dog made Wei Wuxian freeze in his tracks.

“There she is!” Jin Ling cheered, squirming to get down. Wei Wuxian hesitated, then reluctantly set him on the ground. The boy ran straight to Fairy, who barked joyfully and licked his face as if nothing had happened.

“Fairy you’re soo big!” The boy exclaimed and giggled. “Did they feed you too much?”

“You’re the one who feeds her too much Lingling!” Lan Jingyi laughed.

“Jingyi…” Lan Sizhui chided, albeit lightheartedly. 

“See?” Jiang Cheng said, shooting Wei Wuxian a smug look. “I told you she was fine.”

Wei Wuxian crossed his arms, scowling. “Fine? That beast was missing for half the day! I almost got a heart attack.”

“ You almost got a heart attack?” Jiang Cheng repeated incredulously. “What about A-Ling?”

Lan Jingyi, who had just returned with Lan Sizhui, snickered. “Wei-qianbei, are you afraid of Fairy or jealous of her?”

“Neither!” Wei Wuxian snapped, narrowing his eyes.

Lan Sizhui chuckled softly. “I’m glad she’s safe. A-Ling,  you must feel much better now.”

Jin Ling nodded fervently, wrapping his arms around Fairy’s neck. “Fairy would never leave me. She’s the best.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Wei Wuxian muttered. “Until she decides to chase someone down for fun.”

Fairy barked loudly, and Wei Wuxian immediately took a step back, holding his hands up defensively. “Okay, okay! You win! I wish Lan Zhan was here, he would help me!”

 Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes. 

Lan Jingyi grinned. “This has been the most entertaining conference yet.”

“Glad I could be of service,” Wei Wuxian said dryly.

As the group began to head back inside, Jin Ling walked beside Fairy, his earlier tears replaced with a beaming smile. Wei Wuxian watched him fondly before whispering to Jiang Cheng, “He really loves that dog, huh?”

Jiang Cheng’s expression softened as he looked at his nephew. “She’s all he has left of him .”

They all knew who “him” was.

Wei Wuxian’s teasing smirk faded, and he nodded. “You’re a good Jiujiu, Jiang Cheng.”

“Don’t start,” Jiang Cheng muttered, though his tone lacked its usual bite.

The courtyard fell quiet, save for Fairy’s happy panting and the sound of their footsteps. For a brief moment, it felt like everything was as it should be.