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#I heard them called the twin treasures of lanling in a fic once
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I am having Jin Sibs thoughts and feelings again.
Pre-legitimization Meng Yao standing awkwardly at a banquet, surrounded by Jin cultivators, stage-whispering about his mother and his history and isn’t it so shameful that the bastard whore-son has come crawling, searching for scraps? Doesn’t he have any shame? And Jin Zixuan doesn’t say anything, tries to pretend he can’t hear the whispers, but he gets tenser and tenser and tenser until his cup shatters in his hand, and he stands and storms out of the room.
Everyone assumes he left because he was so furious and disgusted with the presence of his bastard half-brother, everyone figures he’s angry to have to share space with Meng Yao. The whispers pick up, get louder, nobody is even pretending they don’t want to be heard, and Meng Yao smiles and smiles and stares at his feet and grits his teeth until his jaw aches and smiles and smiles and smiles
Jin Zixuan returns only a moment later, scowling furiously, robes whipping around him as he storms across the room to Meng Yao. He raises his hands — Meng Yao flinches — Jin Zixuan grabs him firmly by the jaw, tilts his head back roughly.
Uses his pinky, wet with paint, to dab a vermilion mark, right between his brother’s eyebrows.
Wordlessly, he drags Meng Yao to his own table, bullies him into sitting down. Turns to snap at a gossiping servant — well? Jin-er Gongzi has not been served. Do you think this is acceptable? In the stunned silence that follows, Jin Zixuan stares resolutely at the pot of tea (he tries to pour himself a new cup and can’t, on account of he broke the last one and doesn’t have a replacement yet.) The whispers will start up again as soon as Jin Zixuan is out of earshot, but for now, at least, the hall is quiet.
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