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I say... Wei WuXian started to use his black robes after he'd come back from Gusu, an au.

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As a Jiang disciple he'd stuck with the uniform unless he had a day of, but he didn't have any black robes then. He used the comfortable dark purple ones from the sect that had taken him in as a ward. The place where he belonged to. This and his Clarity bell were a part of him, and he was happy and proud to show it.

Madam Yu had not have a real reason to prohibit him from his chooses in clothing, since even if the people spoke wide and at length of the boy the Jiang Sect Leader had taken in, and what his origins may be, she couldn't bring the matter to her husband without causing further harm in their already stumbling household. Wei WuXian was not worth the effort and the sacrifice, so she didn't complain. She still glared plenty, but never voiced her mind.

Of course, the perfect excuse arrived with her patience, to finally put an end and a division between the dirty ward and her children.

When Wei WuXian came back from Gusu, alone, she struck him with Zidian until he couldn't sit straight anymore. Jiang Fengmian allowed Jiang Cheng to stay in the Cloud recesses, as he allowed Jiang YanLi to stay too. He thought making friends was still necessary for his children, and so, he only picked up Wei WuXian to sent him back home to Lotus Pier.

"You filth! How dare you think yourself an equal to the Jin Heir!" She screamed, her voice bouncing to an stunning volume inside the discipline hall walls. Zidian sparked alive, the electric power in it showing the power and the bad humor of its wielder.

Wei WuXian remained in silence, head pressed down to the floorboards. He just hoped she would stop before whipping him to the next life.

"You just ruined my daughter's marriage arrangement! Don't even dream of getting out of here by feet! I should've dropped you to the streets right back the same day Fengmian brought you here! And yet, after I feed you, clothe you and raise you, you repay the kindness of my heart with..." She paused her wording, her arm raising in the air dangerously and then dropped down with a scalding aim, "this!"

Zidian found its target, making Wei WuXian's skin burn and bubble under the thunderous whip. The boy bit his lips until they bleed, but he was not going to make a sound of complain, were it to rise the woman's anger.

"A-Li's future has been compromised because of you! And I will not permit you to bring future harm to my home! You will learn, or you will die!" The marks in the back of the boy kept appearing as she spoke, Zidian making a quick work of him.

At the beginning, he restrained his voice from spilling, but as the punishment proceeded, he found he didn't have the strength to make a sound. His body was trembling in pain and exhaustion, eyes filled with unshed tears because his body didn't want to keep losing any more fluids. He was dangerously close to passing out now, but Zidian had never been kind to him. Or so he had thought.

Numbed, his mind compared the last times he'd been punished with the spiritual weapon, and he found it had never been to this point where his vision had started to fill with dark spots everywhere, and his back just ached as a whole. Each strike, he used to differentiate. Now, he couldn't tell how many had fallen upon his spine.

"You're nothing but a nuisance! You do not deserve to wear anything that relates to us! Since you only bring disasters to our home!" She spoke clearly, the purple, the feeling of home, the dread, the purple whip finally receded. She sent one of the maids to pick up his clothes from where he'd been made left them besides his now fallen body.

The girl gave him a pitifully glance, but did as she was told. No one, not even her husband or children would go against her word.

"Take those and the spares, burn them. He can wear whatever he wants, but nothing of mine." She stated dry. He stared from the small space that formed between his folded legs as the girl disappeared swiftly from the hall. He hoped she didn't find his father's clarity bell.

The Madam left him there, not even a candle was lit once everyone else poured out of the room.

The moon was full, high in the sky when he finally made it back to his quarters, after many falls and a lot of silent screams and pleas. No one had come for him, and with no purple left, he found himself wishing for the feeling of a long lost home, of his mother's laugh and his father's kind smile.

He passed out on the threshold.

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When he woke up, he was still alone. Back hurting under the restless sunlight who beamed like no bad thing had ever happened in the world. Wei Ying crawled inside and closed the paper and wood doors with great difficulty.

Whatever small movement he made, his back complained with a thousands needles strength. He hissed and stumbled his way to the bed, and he fell asleep instantly after laying in his chest and stomach.

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"Wei-gonzi?" A voice called from outside, making the boy startle awake with his heart stammering inside his ribs. Moments later, the person who was outside took the silence as an invitation to come in, probably aware of the state of the inhabitant of the room... maybe to check if he was still around. "Ah, Wei-gonzi. This one apologizes for the intrusion... but after your punishment, I was sent to clear your room... and I happened to notice gonzi wouldn't have much to wear with all the purple being taken. I do not wish to impose, but I have brought a set, so Wei-gonzi can wear until he can get more."

Wei WuXian stared at the girl, recognizing from her words that it was the one servant that had been sent to take his clothes away. He merely blinked as an answer, mildy reminding himself of the one Lan boy that used to give responses like that too. Maybe now, he could put his knowledge about non-verbal responses to use!

She smiled at him pitifully, knowing he probably wouldn't be able to do anything but rest for a while, and let herself walk further inside the chambers. The girl silently arranged the set of clothes in the correct place, and even served him a cup of water that he stared at helplessly.

She didn't ask. He didn't ask either.

She helped his head up until he sipped the water away, and then other cup, and one more.

As the days passed, she aided him the best she could, sneaking past midnight into his chambers and bringing him food, water and medicines for his injuries. He spoke softly when he opened his mouth, and she listened to anything he might be needing.

Jiang WanYin and Jiang YanLi arrived from Gusu three months after.

His back, thanks to the girl that had helped him, was far better than it would've been if not for her help. He still couldn't lean his entire weight into his muscles, nor sleep on his back, or make many movements with his arms over his head. The skin had torn one too many times by accident after the first two weeks he'd been told he had to get back on his feet and duties as a head disciple.

He didn't disobey his Madam's words.

At the end of the two week's time, he'd asked the girl to bring him more sets of robes, black outer robes and red inner ones to match his ribbon. He gave her money, and she came back with what he'd asked for.

Wei WuXian only started to use black robes after coming back from Gusu, and to his martial siblings puzzlement, he also has started to act too weirdly!

He wouldn't play around with Jiang Cheng anymore, nor look at any of them whenever their mother was around, which happened to be almost always.

Madam Yu started to give him more and more duties to do, such as training the younger disciples instead of the older ones, or even doing the transcript of the accountable books of the month. Many of the duties were not for him to do, most were from other sections of the sect, and even some of them were done by the house servants, but Wei WuXian didn't complain of this treatment. Even when Jiang Cheng did.

"How can a Head disciple do s servant's job, mother? This is nonsense. He's just losing time!" He stated a bit roughly, already worn out by the weirdness of the Lotus Pier he'd come back to. It was almost as if a ghost had taken upon the household and enchanted it to appear a different reality!

Madam Yu sneered at her son, "he ought to know his place! A-Cheng, you've got it wrong because of the negligence of your father towards this matter! It's not that he's a Head disciple doing a servant's job, but that he's a servant doing a Head disciples job!" His mother said as an ultimatum, not leaving space for any complaints.

Jiang WanYin was left speechless, regardless of the space his mother left for further discussion on the matter. He felt the coldness inside his body for the first time since he'd nursed a Golden core. He stared quietly the scene in front of him, and understanding sliced his throat, making it impossible for him to make any other sound, chocking him.

When he retired, he finally allowed himself to tremble, eyes wide and teary.

His brother's future in the Lotus Pier would never be what they had hoped for. His mother had called him a servant's son before, but never him. She had regarded Wei WuXian as if he'd been a mere servant receiving a prize and a recompense for being promising. She said he should be grateful for being given the chance to cultivate, to be an acting Head disciple when he could be as well, cleaning the kitchens.

His brother, his right hand, cleaning kitchens and attending the main family instead of standing beside him. His mother had stated clearly how Wei WuXian was bellow. And this had made Jiang WanYin feel angry, at first.

Then, he realized how his brother wouldn't complain, wouldn't look up, wouldn't say a thing and obeyed... he felt dread. And he needed to do anything, something, to prevent this situation from getting worse.

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