Prompt: JGY/WQ expansion from the Ship Meme fic you wrote--he does marry her and liberates the Dafan Mountain Wens.
The first Wen Qing heard of it was after they had already been rescued.
She’d been mindlessly heading to the Lotus Pier, desperate for help to find and rescue Wen Ning – Wei Wuxian would help her, she was sure of it; his sense of honor and obligation wouldn’t let him do anything else, and he was already so much of a social pariah in the cultivation world that it seemed impossible that anything he could do on her behalf would make his reputation any worse than it already was. She’d planned to throw herself at his mercy, then at his feet, and then, if that still didn’t work, to try to blackmail him with the knowledge she had, the story of what she’d done at his request, at what they’d both done to Jiang Cheng.
Only, when she got there, she didn’t have time to do any of that. Instead, Wei Wuxian raised her up at once and told her that it wasn’t necessary.
“They’re – safe?” she said blankly. “My family? A-Ning? They’re all safe?”
“There was a whole big to-do about it,” Wei Wuxian said. He looked apologetic. “You’re not wrong about the Jin sect using labor camps, prison camps, instead of resettling people like they’d promised – it’s just that it all already came out, causing a giant fuss. The Jin sect leader claimed he didn’t know and no one believed him, lots of arguing…the usual, really. Anyway, the remnants of the Wen sect, including most of what’s left of Dafan Wen, have all ended up actually resettled now. Lianfang-zun even asked for people from the Lan sect to make regular supervisory visits to make sure that they’re being well treated.”
“Lianfang-zun,” Wen Qing echoed. She’d never heard that name before in her life.
Wei Wuxian misunderstood her confusion and nodded. “It’s really rather impressive,” he said. “I mean, I knew he was impressive – Lianfang-zun was the one who killed Wen Ruohan in the end, after all, and I’m given to understand that his spying was very important to the Sunshot Campaign’s survival through some of the harder portions of the war, but it’s somehow even moreimpressive that he went up against his own father for the Wen sect’s sake. Even if it is the righteous thing to do, most people wouldn’t have, you know?”
None of those words made sense. The person who’d spied and killed Wen Ruohan had been –
Wen Qing remembered Meng Yao very vaguely. He’d been very polite to her any time they’d met, even when she’d been rude in return; he himself had needed medical services only very infrequently, a sign of how favored he was, and yet they interacted semi-regularly whenever she was called to assist in preserving the lives of some of the victims of the diabolical machines he’d invented to please her uncle.
There had been times when she’d been very rude.
Thinking back on it now, she thought she might have heard it said somewhere that Meng Yao was one of Sect Leader Jin’s bastards, the one that had gotten thrown out of Jinlin Tower with such dramatics that one time – she hadn’t thought much of it, other than that awkward time at the beginning where she’d incorrectly assumed his surname was Jin.
But none of that explained why he had suddenly taken the side of her kin. A man who did the work that Meng Yao had done was no righteous man, prone to irrational and impetuous acts of honor; he was a schemer, through and through – so what was his goal in doing this?
“Jin Guangyao, now,” Wei Wuxian corrected her. “He’s been officially recognized by the Jin sect, you’ll be happy to hear.”
“Happy?” she said blankly. “Why would I be happy?”
Wei Wuxian blinked at her. “Aren’t you two engaged?”
Wen Qing gaped at him.
“Oh, there’s no need to be shy! Lianfang-zun explained, everyone knows the whole story now – all about how you’d helped him with his spying in the Nightless City, covering up for him and helping him get out his messages out to our side to help out with the Sunshot Campaign, even helping save some of our people out of the Fire Palace, and of course all about how you two grew close at the time and swore that you’d marry once you both got out…” He trailed off, clearly seeing the disbelief on her face. “Am I getting something wrong?”
He was getting everything wrong.
Wen Qing had taken the coward’s way out of the war: she’d refused to bloody her hands by participating herself, but she’d done exactly nothing else to stop it or to stymie its effects. She’d even managed a Supervisory Office in Yiling, pretending that the forms she filled out were purely administrative and not the very real signs of the horrors her Wen sect’s soldiers were inflicting on the populace and that all the supplies she processed weren’t being used to feed and equip an army that was even now devastating the other sects; she hadn’t even messed up provisioning or sent people home instead of back out to fight…she hadn’t done anything that might have impeded their progress. Even Wen Ning had done more to oppose the war than she had – might have done even more than he had, if she hadn’t stopped him, afraid of the consequences that might fall on their heads if anyone found out about it.
She’d certainly never helped a spy pass messages back home. The closest she’d come to aiding the enemy was in helping Wei Wuxian with all that had happened with Jiang Cheng.
And she definitely hadn’t agreed to marry anyone!
“What exactly did Meng Yao say?” Wen Qing asked.
Wei Wuxian looked suspicious, but also confused, so he hesitantly answered: “He said just what I said, that you’d helped him and that you were engaged – he said that saving your brother and your people could be seen as his wedding gift to you.”
A chill slid down Wen Qing’s spine at that last bit. It wasn’t the lover’s declaration of faith that most people (including Wei Wuxian) were taking it as, she knew – since she knew, as they didn’t, that she and Meng Yao weren’tlovers. They had no oaths between them that needed honoring.
No – it was a threat.
Or rather, perhaps more accurately, it was an offer. It was as she’d suspected, Jin Guangyao being every bit as scheming as he’d ever been when he went by the name Meng Yao; it was only that she hadn’t expected to be the target of his latest scheme.
If she accepted and played along, her name would be cleansed through false acts that no one could disprove, her honor restored in the eyes of the cultivation world, her family safe and sound.
If she declined…
Wen Ning and Granny Wen and the rest were all still in Jin sect hands. Even with Lan sect ‘supervisors’, any number of terrible ‘accidents’ could happen….
The only thing she didn’t understand was why. Why would Jin Guangyao decide that he wanted to take her on as his wife? Based on what little she knew of him, he wasn’t the sort of person to have developed some sort of wild infatuation with her, though if he had she supposed he probably would have done exactly this – but he wasn’t, so it must be something that he thought she could offer him, something she brought to the table. Something so valuable that he was willing to go up against his sect and lose face in front of his father to get it for his own.
Her medical skills, presumably.
She supposed it made a certain amount of sense, in its own dark way. Back at the Fire Palace, Jin Guangyao had been a master of destruction – putting aside his machines, he still knew a thousand ways to kill a man, many undetectable; if he wanted to get his father out of the way in a believable way, he could do that all on his own, and none the wiser. But none of those skills in destruction would help him in getting into the good graces of his fearsome eldest sworn brother, whereas Wen Qing’s innovative approach to medical techniques might her invaluable to someone lingering on the precipice of a qi deviation. Her, and anyone who backed her.
If Jin Guangyao had decided to throw in his lot with Nie Mingjue and Lan Xichen as his backing rather than Jin Guangshan, snatching her up to as a potential bartering tool to secure his place with them was perfectly logical.
It made sense.
Wen Qing didn’t have to like it, but it made sense. And that was something of a relief, in its own way. It meant that Jin Guangyao was acting logically, and logical people could be reasoned with – negotiated with. She might have to marry him, but she thought she stood a good chance of getting Wen Ning’s safety for real out of it.
Certainly a better chance than stealing him away with Wei Wuxian and trying to just out run everyone else would.
“…Mistress Wen? Is something the matter?”
“No,” she said, getting her emotions under control. “I hadn’t heard, that was all. I was just feeling relief. Could I ask you to take me with you when you go to see…to see Lianfang-zun?”
She put a smile on her face that she wasn’t sure she meant.
“I think we have a lot to talk about.”
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Nooooo you can't leave us on a cliffhanger like this! 😭😭😭 Please tell us what happens to LZ after WY yells at him. Is he and the baby gonna be OK? Poor WY too will be feeling so guilty even if he didn't mean to hurt LZ 😭 do wangxian reconcile and get back together or is the rel between them forever broken? 😭😭😭
That night, after Wei Yuan had fallen asleep, Lan Wangji knocks on Wei Wuxian's door. "Please," he began. "Let me apologize... and explain myself."
Wei Wuxian was tired. It had been a long day and he still felt shitty for making Lan Wangji cry earlier and he really, really didn't feel like talking about it, but he knew it had to happen. He opened the door wider to let Lan Wangji inside.
Lan Wangji wanted to run away when Wei Wuxian sighed. He's bothering him. He's intruding where he isn't wanted. It seems to be all he ever does. He enters Wei Wuxian's room with his eyes downcast.
He takes a calming breath. "I am sorry, Wei Ying. I shouldn't have said such things. It was a lie. As much as I wish otherwise, you are not the father of the baby."
The thing is, Wei Wuxian can understand why Lan Wangji would want him to be the father. Despite everything between them, he knows that Lan Wangji thinks he's a good father. It was the highest praise Lan Wangji ever gave him when they were married. He wouldn't have let Wei Wuxian take their son with him if he had thought he would be mistreated or neglected. Even now Lan Wangji sometimes watches him with A'Yuan with a soft look in his eyes. Of course he would want his second child to have a good father.
It just sort of hurts that this is the only reason.
"Thank you," Wei Wuxian said. "I'm... thank you for apologizing. I'm sorry too. I... I shouldn't have said what I said about you not knowing who the father is. Or threatening to write to your brother. I don't really understand what you're running from, but I won't force you to face it until you're ready."
Lan Wangji could leave it at this. He could say goodnight and return to his room. Things will remain a little awkward and out of place for a few days before settling. He didn't have to tell Wei Wuxian more then then the very little he already has. He gathered as much courage as he could and said "The thing I am running from... is my brother. And Jin Guangyao. They..."
Wei Wuxian stayed quiet, waiting for Lan Wangji to find the right words. He knew all too well how conniving Jin Guangyao was. It was the mans scheming and support among the Lan clan that led to him divorcing Lan Wangji and running off with A'Yuan after all. Jin Guangyao's anger at Lan Yuan being the sects heir while he was still childless had led to multiple attempts at their lives and with Lan Wangji being pregnant...
"Did they try to make you lose the child, Lan Zhan?" He asked, unable to hold back. He wouldn't put it pass Jin Guangyao to resort to such things. Tampering with he and Yuan's meals had been a common tactic of his.
Lan Wangji shook his head. "Jin Guangyao is infertile. He will never be able to have a child. He... The two of them wanted to claim my child as their own. I had already entered seclusion after you left so no one would suspect I was with child. Xiongzhang... he said... that the child would still... have to be his by blood..." The words were difficult to get out and Lan Wangji couldn't stop the tightening of his throat or the hot sting behind his eyes. He had told himself that he would keep his composure. That he had shed all his tears earlier today and that he wouldn't break down like this again. Now he realizes how foolish he was for thinking himself capable of that.
Wei Wuxian felt his stomach twist. No, he... he must be misunderstanding. Theres no way... He had always thought Lan Xichen was a good older brother to Lan Wangji. He was indulgent and supportive and patient with him. Theres no way he would... that he would...
But if Lan Wangji was telling the truth about him going into seclusion after he left... It had been more then a year since their divorce. Lan Wangji was maybe six months through his pregnancy. You aren't allowed to have guests while in seclusion- only immediate family were permitted to see you. It would be nothing for Lan Xichen to visit him in seclusion as often as he wanted.
Oh gods, please let this be a horrible misunderstanding.
(This is my fourth rewrite of this. Please take it away from me)
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