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I wanted to write something decided I was totally inspired!!

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It’s been months, but the hate, anger, and grief are still so strong in his heart. He had been moved to a house near the back mountain with gentians surrounding it, for “secluded cultivation”.

Lan Sizhui- No, Wen Sizhui knew that it would take a lot more than Clarity to be played to heal him of his resentful feelings.

Ever so gently, he traces the names Suibian and ChenQing on his mother’s last mementos to him. A memorial tablet and his mother’s ashes in a beautiful jade urn sit in front of him. Sizhui clutched the sword and flute tight in his arms.

If only he had been at the Cloud Recesses to go with his mother after HanGuang-Jun divorced him. But he had been on a night hunt, without a single care in the world that just before he left, that would be the last time he would see Wei Wuxian alive.

A knock briefly interrupts his brooding, but he pays it no mind. He is grieving. If it’s Jin Ling or Lan Jingyi, then would have announced their presence and then open the doors. This knock was hesitant but firm.

It could be a number of the adults or servants who are here to bring him food and try to get him to talk or for his regular cleansing so as to not go into another Qi Deviation.

The door opens and it’s HanGuang-Jun with a tray of food and tea.

Sizhui ignores him. He has no wish to see or interact with the man who drove his mother away and to his death.

“Sizhui, it’s time to eat.” HanGusng-Jun says softly.

As much as Sizhui would just love to throw the food back into HanGuang-Jun’s face, the rules and discipline of No wasting food is too ingrained into him. He never lets go of ChengQing and Suibian, but lovingly placed them in his lap so he can use his hands to eat.

The faster he finishes, the faster HanGuang-Jun will leave. The room is quiet but stifled as Sizhui does his best to pretend the man he thought of as his father for thirteen years does not exist.

He piles his bowls neatly back on the tray once he finishes, grabs the sword and flute back into his arms, and turns away to once again face his mother’s memorial tablet.

HanGuang-Jun doesn’t move, but Sizhui will not be the one to speak first, though it is extremely difficult to not once again stab HanGuang-Jun with a sword. It would be sweet irony if he did it with Suibian, to see HanGuang-Jun’s pained look as he is stabbed by his former husband’s sword wielded by his son.

“Sizhui.”

His violent fantasies are broken when the man speaks.

“I am sorry.”

Sizhui bites his tongue so hard he can taste the iron filling his mouth.

“I did not mean for this to happen. I did not think Wei Ying would kill himself. He used to be much stronger when he was young.” The man says.

That is the last straw.

“You’re wrong! Wei Wuxian is- was the strongest person I knew!” Sizhui growls out. “He single handedly rescued me and the rest of the Wens from death! He created Demonic Cultivation all on his own! He raised me as best as could with what little we had, before everyone killed him!” Sizhui yells. “SO DON’T TELL ME MY MOTHER WASN’T STRONG! YOU AND EVERYONE ELSE ARE SO QUICK TO JUDGE AND CONDEMN HIM FOR EVERYTHING! YOU KILLED HIM!”

“Sizhui.” HanGuang-Jun trues to interrupt.

“GET LOST!”

If Sizhui has been looking at his father, he would have seen the obvious pain upon HanGuang-Jun’s face as those words Wei Wuxian had screamed at him so long ago are once again said to him. At that moment, he sees a ghostly image of Wei Ying over lapping with his son as he continues to screams the words “GET LOST!”

Lan Wangji heartbreakingly grabs the tray with dirty dishes and hurries our of the Gentian House.

Sizhui heaves in anger and sadness at what his family has become. He the lone living survivor of the Wen Clan and the son of a broken family, who are responsible for his mother’s death.

Late into the night, a coded knock is heard upon his door. Sizhui quickly gets out of bed and opens it for his Uncle Ning and making sure no one else is around.

“Uncle Ning, are they ready?” Sizhui whispers excitedly.

“Yes, A-Yuan. Here are the news robes you commissioned.” The Ghost General hands the wrapped parcel over.

Sizhui puts on the robes and instantly smiles. They are a mix of the old Qishan Wen and Yiling Patriarchs robes. There is the sun motif upon the sleeves along with the added flames from his mother’s Yiling Patriarch robes. The outer robe goes from white to different shades of gray in the middle to black at the bottom. His inner robe is red. He ties his hair up with one of his mother’s red ribbons into a high ponytail.

He puts on his new black boots and quickly packs away his qiankun pouches he had hidden away with supplies. Lastly, he gently places his mother’s ashes and memorial tablet into a different qiankun pouch and hangs around his neck so that it rests near his heart.

He tucks ChengQing into his belt as he’d seen Wei Wuxian do, ties Suibian upon his back, and his own sword by his waist.

“I’m ready Uncle Ning.”

Wen Ning nods and they quietly leave the Gentian House and finally Cloud Recesses.

Sizhui gives one last glance to the home he knew for most of his life, before turning away with resolved determination. He is no longer a disciple of GusuLan, nor HanGuang-Jun’s son.

He is Wen Yuan, courtesy name, Sizhui, son of Wei Wuxian, the Yiling Patriarch and Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation.

Aftermath of the Divorce!AU

What does he do now? The world will soon know the Yiling Patriarch has been cast away and is free game. Unfortunately, Mo Xuanyu’s face has become common knowledge as well, so he might be recognized wherever he goes. Even if he covered his face, both Chenqing and Suibian are too famous so he can’t use them either.

Haha, he never really thought about his infamy coming back to bite him in such a way. He can only imagine how much bullshit Lan Zhan had to go through to keep him safe.

…

The gaping hole within his chest grows with every heavy step away from what used to be his home. Haha, he should have gotten used to things like this already, didn’t he expect this from the beginning? Just leave the past in the past and look forward into the future!

What future. Where? The Jins will string him up the first chance they get unless A-Ling expends more effort than is reasonable for their relationship. Nie Huaisang is still sworn brothers with Lan Xichen and would probably find Wei Wuxian more trouble than he’s worth. Jiang Cheng…

He misses Lotus Pier. Desperately. Although their relationship is barely tolerant, maybe he could stay for just a few days until he calms down and sorts things out? One day? One hour?

Even just one minute.

“Sect Leader is busy.”

“Ah?” Wei wuxian blinked. He clearly heard Jiang Cheng in the training grounds just now.

The Jiang disciple guard narrowed his eyes. The infamous Yiling Patriarch that killed the Jiang family, shamelessly coming to bother their Sect Leader who hates him so much. How dare he just waltz over here, thinking he can speak to Jiang Cheng whenever he wants.

Wei Wuxian just gave him a shaky grin, “Come on, can’t you just tell him I’m here? I’ll wait until he’s free!” The guard clicked his tongue and went to report. Wei Wuxian rearranged his smile into something brighter. It’s only expected to get treated this way after everything he did! It’s nothing personal. Well, it is, but he did this to himself. No hard feelings.

Wei Wuxian perked up at the sound of stomping footsteps coming closer. He waved as soon as the gate slammed open, “Hey, Jiang Cheng-”

“Deal with it yourself!”

Wei Wuxian’s smile froze, “Eh? I didn’t even say anything yet…”

Jiang Cheng huffed in irritation, “Some of us actually have work to do, so if you want to play then do it on your own damn time.”

Wei Wuxian slowly let his hand slip down to lightly grip the other one in comfort, “I’m… not here to play. I just wanted to stay for a little while. Not long! Just… some stuff happened, and-”

“Then just get an inn!”

Wei Wuxian’s hands began to tremble within his sleeves, “Aw, come one. Just one night!” Inns are kind of out of his budget right now, haha.

Jiang Cheng sighed deeply, “Don’t think you can just crawl back here when you two have some marital spat and expect me to put up with it.” Three years. It’s been three years since the Guanyin Temple incident, and not once has Wei Wuxian tried to visit Lotus Pier. Not even when passing through Yunmeng on his lovey-dovey travels with his husband. Did he think jiang Cheng wouldn’t know he was there? But of course, he only came to show “Lan Zhan” around. He never came to see Jiang Cheng. Even now, he’s only here because of Lan Wangji. When Wei Wuxian wants to visit the Ancestral Hall, or A-Jie’s room or Jiang Cheng, then maybe Jiang Cheng will humor him with that particular vacant room in the disciple’s quarters.

He snaps out of it just in time to see the smile finish slipping off Wei Wuxian’s face. His blank expression makes Jiang Cheng wonder if he went too far, but before he can say anything a small, soft smile curls up on Wei Wuxian’s face. His eyes are warm as he nods, “I understand, sorry to bother you.” Then with a fluid motion wei Wuxian turns around and walks away.

This… he should have expected this. Of course Jiang Cheng wouldn’t want him on Lotus Pier. Really, he’s gotten so arrogant. Just because Jiang Cheng tolerates him doesn’t erase Wei Wuxian’s crimes against Yunmeng Jiang. Haha, Lan Zhan really spoiled him, making Wei Wuxian forget who he really was. I mean, isn’t this why Lan Zhan divorced him? Because Wei Wuxian really wasn’t the person Lan Zhan had tried to convince them both he was? Lan Zhan was right. The Wei Wuxian he wanted to be… the bright, prodigious XianXian of Lotus Pier… that person died a very long time ago.

This person now, has always been just the Yiling Patriarch.

Jiang Cheng stands frozen watching Wei Wuxian’s retreating back. He thought (hoped) that he would surely keep pestering, whining until Jiang Cheng got fed up and just let him in to avoid the public spectacle. He should feel pissed that his time was just wasted over nothing, that Wei Wuxian really didn’t care enough to fight for a visit. Instead… watching that red ribbon fade into the crowd, Jiang Cheng feels like he lost something.

Forever.

Two days later he receives the news of the divorce. Just like his father Jiang Cheng runs out in the middle of a meeting to fly around searching for Wei Wuxian. Unlike his father, he doesn’t find him.

It was as hard as he thought. Truly, his reputation precedes him.

Everytime Wei Wuxian found a nighthunt he could do, he had to hide from the other cultivators. He couldn’t use Chenqing at all, and had several close calls with Suibian. Even staying the night at his clients’ homes kept him up all night, ready for the slightest whisper of an ambush.

There’s no point to this. The Yiling Patriarch doesn’t belong among righteous cultivators. It’s time to give up that fantasy and find a secluded place to eek out the rest of his life, just like before.

Wei Wuxian sows up another worn tear in his frayed robes, shivering from a particularly cold gust of wind. He doesn’t have much time to waffle about this decision, he needs to find a good place to build his shack before the first snow.

The house isn’t perfect, but it has a roof and any holes can be patched up with some mud. It may be kinda cramped, but it’s his.

This, at least, is still his.

Wow, it’s been so long since he had pheasant. He’d almost forgotten how good it was! And to catch such a nice fat one with such a rudimentary bow and arrow, truly he amazes himself sometimes, haha.

It’d be nice if he had some spices though, so Lan Zhan could-

A smoked flavor is fine too.

It’s been a while since he’s seen another face. Though, for the Yiling Patriarch that should be a good thing right?

Maybe it’s been long enough that people started to forget his face?

How long has it been, anyway? He hopes he didn’t miss any of his kids’ special occasions.

Well, not that he could participate…

The pheasant tastes rather bland today.

Wei Wuxian isn’t hungry, but he knows he has to eat in case A-Yuan comes to visit.

A-Yuan is such a good kid, he’s far too filial even towards someone like him. If anyone, A-Yuan will come. And Wen Ning will definitely go with him. They could have a little family reunion, it’ll be great!

So he has to eat.

Wei Wuxian hasn’t been hungry in weeks. The results of his cultivation must be paying off for his inedia to advance to such a degree! His ribs have gotten a bit sharp, but it must be because this core isn’t as powerful as his first one. You can’t expect the effects to be the same!

Wei Wuxian went to a nearby town to buy a new pot. Normally he would find a way to make do without or patch it up, but he’d already done that before and this was the last one.

Face wrapped in scrap fabric, Wei Wuxian shuffled through the alleys, keeping to the shadows and pausing whenever a group of people pass.

As he was paying for his pot with his few precious coin, Wei Wuxian heard some cultivators speaking, “-and then he cleaned up the entire surge of corpses with a single note. That Lan Sizhui is truly a talent!”

For the first time in a while, Wei Wuxian began to smile. His A-Yuan grew up to be such a fine man. What are these people saying, of course his son is talented!

The cultivator’s partner huffed, “Well with a father like Hanguang-Jun, how could he not be talented?”

Wei Wuxian’s smile wobbled as he bit his lip, hurrying away from the town.

Silly.

How absolutely silly.

A-Yuan is Lan Zhan’s son. Lan Zhan was the one to raise him, teach him. How could he be so arrogant as to attribute any of Lan Zhan’s and A-Yuan’s efforts to himself?

Of course A-Yuan hasn’t come to visit. Why would he? He may be Wei Wuxian’s son, but Wei Wuxian was in no way his parent.

A-Yuan had always liked Lan Zhan better anyway, even back in Yiling, haha.

Haha.

…

Ha.

The sound of a brush on paper was all that resounded through that cold and empty night on the mountain.

It’s been a long time since Wei Wuxian entered the Burial Mounds. He used to go burn paper money with the others way back when, but…

He hopes the Wens will be okay with a stick instead of incense.

A clinking sound brought wei Wuxian’s eyes down to his waist. Suibian is acting up again. This entire journey Suibian has been trying to move him in any other direction, even flying out of his sheath so Wei Wuxian would have to chase it down. Eventually he had no choice but to wrap some vines around it and slap on some talismans to keep it locked in. Chenqing also had to be wrapped in a cloth, the flute singing hymns of death that raise corpses just enough to grab his ankles to keep him in place.

Should Wei Wuxian be proud to have cultivated such powerful spirits?

He is. He’s very happy. Even if he never uses them, Wei Wuxian is sure A-Yuan will take good care of them as a proper master, unlike himself.

Wei Wuxian finishes the array, gently placing Suibian and Chenqing in the middle. He gives them a slow, careful stroke, as if memorizing their forms with his touch. Then he activates the array.

Lan Sizhui really hates Discussion Conferences sometimes. He has to pretend to like people he hates and stay quiet while they talk about pointless or irritating things. His Uncle Xichen usually intervenes before those people venture too far into a certain forbidden area, but it doesn’t stop the bitter taste in his mouth.

He wishes Uncle Ning could be here. Uncle Xichen may change the topic, but that’s the most he’ll do in public. Uncle Ning, for all his gentleness, would never let them get away with badmouthing Wei Wuxian.

Unlike the Lans, Uncle Ning would never abandon his mother.

It has been a difficult two years, but they’re finally narrowing down possible locations. Surprisingly, Sect Leader Jiang has offered his help to them. Lan Sizhui thought that maybe Jin Ling had talked to him, but apparently he’s just gotten nowhere in his own search.

For some reason Uncle Ning was slightly hostile to Jiang Cheng, but even more surprising was that Jiang Cheng put up with it.

Why was he so desperate?

At least their combined information bore some fruit. As soon as this stupid conference ends they’ll fan out a search.

They’ll find him.

Sensing a sudden influx of spirit energy, Lan Sizhui snapped to attention in time to catch a bundle that appeared out of thin air. No, two bundles. Lan Sizhui furrowed his brows, who would teleport something like this during a Discussion Conference?

Who could teleport something into the Cloud Recesses Discussion Conference?

Silver eyes widened as Lan Sizhui caught sight of two black grass butterflies peeking out of the fabric. Uncaring of the eyes on him, Lan Sizhui tore off the wrappings in frenzy, revealing a certain sword and flute. They were both still.

Lan Sizhui grabbed them and ran out at a full sprint yelling, “UNCLE NING! I KNOW WHERE HE IS!!!”

Going at their fastest speed, Lan Sizhui were able to arrive at the Burial Mounds within a few hours. Wen Ning had to support him when he nearly tripped over his own feet, but Lan Sizhui couldn’t bother with that right now.

He’s here.

Mom is here.

Of course he would come here eventually. What were they thinking, writing off the Burial Mounds when they didn’t find him there the first time? They should have set up alarms!

Taking a deep calming breath, Lan Sizhui’s eyes sharpened as he and Wen Ning ran into their once-home. There was no point searching blindly, if Wei Wuxian returned here he would only go to one place.

Entering the Demon-Slaughtering cave brought an onslaught of memories both good and bad, the familiar scent of the blood pool more comforting than it had any right to be.

Wen Ning brought his attention to a pair of footsteps in the dirt leading into the very back. With quick but silent steps, the two reached the blood pool, but there was no Wei Wuxian in sight.

A letter lay carefully folded under a rock in front of the pool.

The footsteps don’t stop.

Unfolding the letter with trembling hands, Lan Sizhui and Wen Ning began to read. A second later Lan Sizhui felt himself slinking to the ground as Wen Ning dived into the blood pool, an anguished roar piercing even through the thick liquid. Gasping through the tears, Lan Sizhui scrambled forward with whatever strength he could find to follow him, ignoring the vile sensation of blood coating his entire body, stretching his senses to their very limit to find something. Anything.

He almost wished he didn’t find anything.

A loud crash rang through the conference hall as a pair of doors were smashed in. A thick scent of blood pervaded the room, the cultivators tensing with their swords ready, until Sect Leader Lan cried out, “Sizhui?!”

Everyone blinked as Lan Xichen hurried forward in worry, “What happened?! Are you hurt?!”

The soaked man stayed quiet, gaze fixed on Lan Wangji who had also made his way forward, only to be frozen in place by Lan Sizhui’s piercing glare.

Lan Wangji furrowed his brow, wondering what’s going on, “Si-”

He was stopped by a choked sob.

On the side, Jiang Cheng felt dread pooling in his gut.

Lan Sizhui took a few slow heavy steps forward, silent as he lifted his head and whimpered,

“I hate you.”

Lan Wangji’s eyes widened in horror as Lan Sizhui lunged forward to stab his sword into his father’s stomach. Lan Sizhui glared harder, hysterically crying, “I HATE YOU! I HATE ALL OF YOU!!!”

Lan Xichen blanched in horror before pulling out his Xiao as he realized, “He’s undergoing Qi Deviation!”

The other sects made room while the Lans coordinated with the Nies to attempt to suppress Lan Sizhui, but they vastly underestimated his strength. Sizhui slashed at whoever came close, injuring close to a dozen cultivators before Jiang Cheng clicked his tongue and joined the fight. If this continues things might just get violent for real, and he doesn’t care about a Wen-dog, but he can’t let his nephew Wei Wuxian’s brat get hurt.

The kid put up a hell of a fight, but he didn’t grow up fighting someone much more difficult. A few minutes later had Jiang Cheng stepping on Lan Sizhui’s back, Zidian wrapped tightly but harmlessly around his body as the Lans played Clarity. It took a bit more time than Jiang Cheng would have liked for Lan Sizhui’s struggling to fade into trembling as the boy laid on the ground crying, “I hate you, I hate you so much…”

Jiang Cheng huffed. So the brat finally saw reason and learned to hate Lan Wangji like he should have two years ago. He sneered at the older Lan as a healer sat next to him closing his wound, praise ready on his lips when he heard a muted sob, “Father, Jiang Cheng, I hate you both so much…”

Jiang Cheng stilled as lan Sizhui glared behind his neck at him, “…So. Much…”

Swallowing hard, Jiang Cheng forced a glare on his own face, “And who do you think you are to do that?” Even Jin Ling doesn’t speak to him like this.

“Wei Wuxian’s son.”

Jiang Cheng feels his heart go cold as Lan Sizhui wriggles around to slide a blood-stained letter out of his sleeve. Snatching it up, Jiang Cheng rakes his eyes over the paper with a growing desperation. It’s a series of short letters. Wen Ning, Lan Sizhui, the juniors, Lan Wangji, even Lan Xichen.

Dear Jiang Cheng,

(His fingers start to tremble.)

If you haven’t burned this letter as soon as you saw it’s from me, I count it a success! Haha, don’t worry, I’ll be quick.

(Don’t, slow down.)

I’m sorry I ruined our last meeting. I knew better than to intrude on Lotus Pier, but still got ahead of myself. Have I always been that presumptuous? Apologize to Uncle Jiang on my behalf.

(Who ruined it? Apologize yourself.)

I would do it myself, but… I think we both know where I’m going.

(…)

But that’s fine. Even that is more than I deserve. I know that.

(…)

You were right.

(…)

About me. Everything.

(…)

I know I’m not your brother anymore, but you never stopped being mine.

I’m sorry I couldn’t be better.

(*drip*)

Jiang Cheng didn’t realize he had crumbled the paper until gentle hands carefully unfurled his fingers. He stared blankly as Lan Xichen patted his shoulder and moved him off Lan Sizhui. Lan Sizhui, the only thing left of his brother.

He wondered if this is how Wei Wuxian felt when he met Jin Ling for the first time. He unconsciously reached out only for lan Sizhui to flinch back and glare at him again. Jiang Cheng’s hand froze.

But.

He reached forward again and held the struggling Lan Sizhui tight.

For the first time, he understands why Wei Wuxian clung to Jin Ling so fervently. This one precious person. No matter the attitude, no matter the heritage.

He’s all I have left.

Lan Xichen carefully walked over to a dazed Lan Wangji, gently placing a hand on his head and quietly handing him the letter. With blank eyes, Lan Wangji found a passage for him.

Dear Lan Zhan,

Thank you.

I’m sorry.

#lan wangji #wei wuxian #the grandmaster of demonic cultivation #yiling patriarch #lan sizhui #divorce au #mdzs

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