#madam Lan

[pakhnokh]

Birthday boy whose only wish is to be next to his mama :(

(Originally drawn two years ago, on January 2022.)

#lan wangji #lan zhan #lan furen #madam lan #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #the untamed #crown of gentians for baby boy!

[hellinglaozu]

To the Immaturity of the Season

CW! Blood, murder

I’d like to think Mama Lan made a choice of leaving love in her boys’ hearts over bitterness. I’d like to think there was an initial attraction between mama Lan and qhj, removed from other social context and ties that they later had to discover. I’d like to think mama Lan found a value in remembering that, as fleeting as it had been. I’d also like to think mama Lan had a hint of sardonic sense of humour while qhj was a blushing fumbling straightforward boy.

#Mdzs #mo dao zu shi #fan comic #qhj #wangxian #the grandmaster of demonic cultivation #gusu lan #madam lan

[korpikorppi]

Guys, I just now noticed one more interesting little detail in the Untamed!

You know the names of the buildings in the Cloud Recesses: the lecture room/hall Lanshi (兰室, Lánshì, "Orchid Room"); Yashi (雅室, Yǎshì, "Elegant Room") – the reception room/hall; the spirit-summoning room/hall Mingshi (冥室, Míngshì, "Underworld Room" or "Room of Darkness"); Hanshi (寒室, Hánshì, "Frost Room") - Lan Xichen's residence; and Lan Wangji's Jingshi (静室, Jìngshì, "Quiet Room"), right?

The character used to write the "shì", room, in the names is 室, here seen in the Lanshi and the Yashi (the names are read from right to left):

As a side note, the Lan seem to use the traditional rather than the simplified characters, so the "lán" in the Lanshi is written with 蘭 rather than 兰.

BUT. Not so in the Jingshi! Instead of the 室, a slightly different character is used for the "room":

My trusty dictionary did not know the character in question, so I started to look at what was different:

As such, the character 凶 (xiōng) means act of violence, murder, evil. An evildoer. A murderer. And as Lan Xichen told Wei Wuxian, we know who lived in the Jingshi before it became Lan Wangji's residence: "It is the place where our mother lived in the Cloud Recesses".

So, it seems that when the house became Madam Lan's prison, the character was changed to reflect her crime, denoting the place as the quiet room of a murderer. Accentuated by the reversed colours of the sign:

This has probably been quite self-evident to anyone who actually speaks and reads Chinese, but was quite an oooff! to me as I realised. One more killer detail in CQL 😟.

And while I was at it, I just had to check what it says above the gate (seen here when LWJ returns home with the Emperor's Smile):

As far as I can read it, the characters are 影竹堂 (yǐng zhú táng), which I freely translate as "Bamboo Shadow Court". An apt name for the place.

Hopefully it offered some solace to Madam Lan.

And oh, I just have to add! As Hanshi is the Sect Leader's residence, Lan Xichen is living in their father's house, while Lan Wangji is living in their mother's. And the two houses are more or less identical, down to the furnishings (just check the scene where Lan Xichen confronts Wen Chao and his muddy boots in ep8 vs. The Wangxian Scene in ep43). So did Qingheng-jun have the house built for his wife, identical to the house she was not allowed to live in? That is quite plausible, in universe. Out universe, they probably had only so many buildings to shoot in :).

#jingshi #madam lan #lan wangji #cloud recesses #theuntameddaily #all the details they put in #the untamed #cql #cql meta #translations and explanations #my translations #so they might be questionable #random late night thoughts #korpikorppi #mine

[jengarie]

baby a-zhan and a-huan with mama lan 🥺

(originally tweeted on oct 2021)

#mine #doodles #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #lan wangji #lan zhan #lan xichen #twin jades #madam lan #babyji

[qourmet]

this is the first time i'm explicitly putting a name to a character that canonically exists, xiao laopo doesn't count cos that's a title but madam lan didn't have a known title before she was madam lan, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

they're talking mad shit about u tho

#mdzs #madam lan #lan furen #my art #fanart #i still don't have a tag for this i'm open to name suggestions #layzeal sold me on golden-eyed madam lan when i was firmly in the golden-eyed qhj camp with her love for jwqs #& i hope i did poorly-drawn-mdzs proud with my horses cos vhvhdsoihvcs 🥺 #ur horses are infinitely better than mine & ur comments keep me going o)-< #mo dao zu shi #the grandmaster of demonic cultivation #forces qhj to be bisexual because i said so #qourmet: aga

[lilapplesheadcannons]

Okay, we all think Lan Qiren was very much like a young Lan Wangji when he was a teenager, baby faced, fuddy duddy, stickler for rules. But what if he was more teasing and smiling like Lan Xichen and changed drastically after you-know-what happened?

Young Lan Qiren: Why do you care what X-guiniang does? She's a rogue cultivator anyway.

Qingheng Jun: She's arrogant, impulsive...

Young Lan Qiren: Xiongzhang has a crush! Xiongzhang has a cruush! Xiongzhang, X-guiniang sitting on a tree, K-I-S....

Qingheng Jun: Preposterous!!

Modern day

Lan Wangji: Wei Wuxian is disruptive, impudent...

Lan Xichen: Aww, sounds like you have a little cru...

Lan Qiren: Don't you dare finish that sentence!!

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #mdzs crack #mdzs headcanons #wei wuxian #lan wangji #lan xichen #lan qiren #qingheng jun #madam lan #Sorry I don't know her maiden name

[writeitinsharpie]

ever think about the great sect madams of the generation before?

about madam yu, the violet spider, one of few in her generation to earn a title (even her husband was only ever sect leader. even wen ruohan was never regarded by a title other than sect leader wen). about yu ziyuan, about what she was like before years of jealousy and envy twisted her to only her most bitter parts? about the girl who was the third daughter of a sect leader, and then the wife of another, and yet all of her immense martial power meant nothing to the society around her.

about madam jin, known only by her title and never given a name or a natal sect, who was still somehow the closest friend to yu ziyuan. the mother of the sect heir and yet a wife who can do nothing but stand by as her husband dishonors their marriage over and over again.

about madam lan, the murderess locked up for her crimes, never seeing a trial and dying alone, only allowed to see her children once a month. who was she before she was the wife of the lan sect leader? was there a reason she killed the lan elder? did she want that marriage to qingheng-jun? did she even want the children she was kept from?

about the madams nie and wen, who only exist by implication, by the knowledge that their children exist and therefore so must they. about how so little is even implied about them?

#sharpie says shit #ma dao zu shi #mdzs #cql #madam yu #yu ziyuan #madam lan #madam jin #madam nie #madam wen #idk i just find the women of the generation before Very Interesting #mostly because we get barely anything about them compared to their husbands #madam lan is the exception but only kinda because there are still SO MANY QUESTIONS #this isn't madam yu apology btw i just think looking at her character is Neat #she is obviously a woman of great physical power #but due to the state of Being Female all of her social power is basically dependent on jfm #and i think years of being powerless while Wanting More takes their psychological toll #also how did she and madam jin even become friends? were they sisters? sect sisters? sworn sisters? #we're never told

[zyzyawa]

#mdzs #madam lan #lan furen #lan xichen #mdzs lan xichen #the untamed #cql #lan huan #zewu jun

[seineko]

i seriously don't get it when people say that lan wangji doesn't really know love outside of wei wuxian.

his entire damn character is about learning about love, about what is love and what is obsession and how he loves way too much.

he knelt in snow, an entire day every month, for god knows how many years, just to get a glimpse of his mother - just looking for a small sign that indicated that he hasn't lost one of the only few people that understood him.

his love for his brother, the only person who ever understood him completely, and the only person who put his happiness above everyone and everything - as quite as breathing, but just as necessary. i strongly disagree with anyone who says that lan wangji might not have done the same thing as wei wuxian if the twin jades swapped places with the yumeng prides (giving his golden core to his brother). because while lan wangji might've lived for his wei ying, i'm pretty sure he'd just as easily die for his brother.

his love for a-yuan, his dear son, which he might believe to be selfish - not letting go of the last piece in the world that still had ties to wei ying - but is most certainly what gave the child a new life. a life in which he would not be scowled upon, a life where he doesn't have to live under the pressure of a war in which all the part he had was being born into the stomach of a wen, and a life which gave lan sizhui the childhood he had to give up. it's clear in the way he raised him, to not become a shell of what he was, to be able to question when necessary, and put himself and his safety above all - even rules. it's clear in the way lan sizhui grew up to be. he might have taken in a-yuan because of wei wuxian, but he more certainly loved lan sizhui enough to burn the entire world for him.

(even his love for little soundless creatures is as fierce as it can get.)

and i don't even have to talk about wei wuxian. his silent, unconditional devotion towards the love of his life, not expecting anything in return, did not even expect the love back. just wanted to protect the one of the most important person in the entire world for him and fight alongside him. be there by his side as long as wei wuxian's willing to accept him because he would die before he would force wei ying and let him become a shadow of what his mother was. he might have inherited his love from his father, but he loved his mother enough to never let anyone face the pain she went through if it was in his hands.

lan wangji is the embodiment of what lan sect is - what it actually was, when it was established - in every way. he cannot control how fiercely he loves and that, is both a curse and a boon in one.

wei wuxian might have the heart to love as many people as the ocean is wide, but lan wangji has the heart to love the people he cares for as deep as the said ocean.

they both teach us so much about love!

fuck! i absolutely love this novel.

(i wrote this in a very emotional state after reading a very angsty piece so i apologize if it sounds like gibberish, but i sincerely hope what i mean to say comes through.)

#mo dao zu shi #chen qing ling #the untamed #the grandmaster of demonic cultivation #the founder of diabolism #lan wangji #lan zhan #wei wuxian #wei ying #lan sizhui #lan xichen #madam lan #a yuan #mxtx #mdzs #cql #mxtx mdzs #mo xiang tong xiu #🐈‍⬛boba.rants

[wifiwuxians]

xichen birthday art from 2020 to 2022! unfortunately i was sick this year and forgor💀 but at least we have these to look back on

#lan xichen #nie mingjue #jin guangyao #madam lan #lan wangji #these are fun bc they let me see my progress too somewhat #my art

[littleartbot]

Happy Mother's day~💕☀️🌕

#cangse sanren #wei ying #wei wuxian #wei changze #madam lan #lan zhan #lan wangji #lan huan #lan xichen #mdzs #cql #The untamed

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Thank you all for voting in the poll to decide who was going to be the leader of the band! It turned out to be such a close race!

#poorly drawn mdzs #better drawn mdzs #mdzs #madam lan #A-qing #Band AU #(Reminder that Madam Lan's design inspiration goes to Qourmet!) #Madam Lan may have been the winner per vote count but there were so many strong advocates for A-Qing! #I played around with a few versions of what the 'poll winner' art was going to be and ultimately decided I wanted them both. #As any good theater love knows though - The battle for leadership was a ruse. They *all* get a chance to be featured. #Cooperation was the real end goal! However I do think these two have the best frontman energy of the group. #Or at least 'crowd favourite' energy. I also really loved hearing what people thought their vocal styles would be like! #This was probably one of my favourite polls to do and I love drawing these characters a lot B*) #I'd love to spend a bit more time in this AU so count on me bringing it back. #One thing I keep feeling like I need to redeem myself on is Madam Lan's Translucent skirt. I have *not* done the concept justice yet. #It is such a crack-platonic ship but I want to think Madam Lan and A-Qing would enjoy each other's company. #Possibly also with JYL as well. They can be like mutually beneficial therapy dogs to each other. #Madam Lan never got to see her kids grow up into teenagers after all. She only had sons. Never daughters. #Even if she saw her kids once a month we do know she treated them with so much love and kindness. #She would bite the shit out of YZY for yelling at JYL. What a sight to see. A-Qing would also start biting (for fun).

[sukizula]

mdzs dad alignment chart thingy

#ok before yall argue about how no one character is truly good or bad yadayadayada i know and i agree #this is just for the funsies and to bash jgs #you can look at it objectively and ill do my best to answer #but yeah. just my silly thoughts #lan qiren & jiang cheng arent here bc they are uncles but if they were they would be “complicated person / good uncle” #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #jiang fengmian #jiang cheng #wei wuxian #jiang yanli #qingheng-jun #lan wangji #lan xichen #madam lan #yu ziyuan #wen ruohan #wen xu #wen chao #jin guangshan #qin su #jin guangyao #mo xuanyu #jin zixuan #former nie sect leader #nie papa #nie mingjue #nie huaisang #jin rusong #lan sizhui

[angstymdzsthoughts]

I saw a fic where Madam Lan lives because she faked her death and ran away, then she comes back post-canon - she's trying to "rescue" Wwx because she thinks Lwj is just like his father - and the twin jades forgive her without even a second thought. BUT WHAT IF she came back and they didn’t forgive her for leaving them behind? Yes, they understand why she did that, but how can they forgive her for not taking them too when Lxc was the one who had to raise his younger brother because their father never bothered with it and Lqr was a poor excuse of a father figure? When they needed her and she wasn't there, just like their father? And how dare she come back after 3 decades just to basically accuse Lwj of being like his father without any proof? They understand why she did what she did, but she's now nothing but a stranger to them, and they want nothing to do with her.

I like this. All I can think of is LWJ silently crying when he realizes that she chose to leave and that she thinks he's a monster who abuses his husband. LXC, who has been holding back the entire conversation, loses his shit when he sees his baby brothers tears and rips her a new one unleashing decades of repressed emotions.

#mdzs #reply #madam lan #lan wangji #lan xichen #twin jades

[friedwizardwhispers]

Yu Ziyuan has been disqualified because I decided to put only the mothers of main characters but mostly also because she is terrible and abusive ..

Honorable mention to Jiang Yanli who is a mother but not of a main character although she did sorta become the mother/big sister figure in Wei Wuxian's life.

#mxtx #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #cangse sanren #wei wuxian #madam lan #lan wangji #svsss #luo binghe #the unamed washerwoman #su xiyan #scum villain #scumbag system #scum villain self saving system #shen yuan #shen qingqiu #tgcf #tian guan ci fu #heaven official's blessing #hob #the queen #xie lian #hua cheng #i wish mxtx would have named the queen at least.. she is actively in the story at some point #anti yu Ziyuan #grandmaster of demonic cultivation

[robininthelabyrinth]

My third prompt, which I just think would be Neat: He Kexin didn't die when lxc and lwj were young, and instead it was their father who passed away on a night hunt

A Significant Difference - ao3

Lan Qiren wouldn’t have thought that there was much difference between being acting sect leader and raising one’s nephews because your brother was in permanent seclusion and being acting sect leader as regent for one’s underaged nephews because one’s brother was dead, but apparently there was.

A significant difference.

He meditated on this difference for a while, then went to He Kexin precisely on schedule. It was the start of the month, half a month of time from Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji’s monthly mid-month visits, and it was the first time he had visited since he had broken his scheduled visits with his sister-in-law to inform her of her husband’s death. When he had done so, she had stared at him blankly, dull as if with shock. She had asked, firstly, how it had happened – the official answer was a night-hunt, and the true answer not too far removed from that, only the object of the night-hunt had been festering internally rather than pursued externally – and then, blinking rapidly, what that meant for her.

At the time, Lan Qiren had told her that he did not know, but that she should assume that nothing would change for the immediate moment and that he would inform her promptly of any developments.

He was fairly sure she had listened to him, but he was still cognizant of the fact that there were some differences in her demeanor when he arrived this time. She had been increasingly ill the past few months, her vivaciousness fading like the bloom come off a rose towards the end of summer, and although they had never spoken on the subject, Lan Qiren knew that her illness was not wholly physical, having more to do with the doctor’s too-blunt revelation that she was unlikely to bear more children to accompany her in her seclusion for a few too-short years than it did with any real disease. Now, however, she seemed both better and more anxious, which he could understand.

“Are you really going to make me go through the small talk first?” she asked as he started preparing the tea, and he sighed quietly to himself – He Kexin had never had much appreciation for etiquette, something his brother had found charming and which Lan Qiren had found irritating, finding her manner suggestive of a fundamental selfish disinterest in anything that got in her way rather than merely a careless desire to not waste time with that which seemed to her to be unimportant, the way it was for Cangse Sanren. Though perhaps he was simply biased in favor of the woman who was his friend, and who hadn’t murdered a member of his family and ruined his life.

“I am not,” he said. “But I would prefer to have some tea prepared in advance of this discussion.”

“Why? What’s the reason? Is it bad news?”

“There is no news. Nothing has changed since the last time we spoke, other than that I have investigated the impact of recent events on your situation and have come to you to hear your views on the subject before any decision is ultimately made.”

“Slow and steady, always contemplating,” she said, tone biting and scathingly provocative as always, but her shoulders relaxed. “Why the tea, then, if no decisions have been made?”

“I am making tea,” Lan Qiren said, rigidly controlling himself as always, “because l have observed that you like to have something to sip whenever you don’t want to respond to something I’ve said. I thought it polite to provide the option.”

As always, He Kexin looked taken aback by the notion that someone might do something for someone else when there was no benefit in it for themselves – for the longest time she’d been convinced that Lan Qiren had some sort of infatuation with her, and it had taken considerable time and effort to dissuade her from both the belief and her occasional attempts to take advantage of what she believed he felt. By now he was fairly sure that she had accepted that Lan Qiren genuinely disliked her, lacked any sort of attraction to her whatsoever, and that he would nevertheless advocate for her interests just as stridently as if he loved her, and yet he was also aware that to this day she did not understand why he would do such a strange and pointless thing.

At least she waited with more or less grace until the tea was ready.

“Well?” she asked. “Have your elders decided that I’m officially useless to them now that there’s no hope of any more heirs? Are they going to make me drink poison or order me strangled or something?”

Lan Qiren’s eye twitched. “You read too many novels. And before you ask, no, that isn’t a prelude to me cutting off your access to them.”

“You say that as if you didn’t cut me off from that traveling opera troupe I liked that one time,” she sniffed.

“Firstly, I did not cut you off from opera troupes in general, merely that one in specific. Secondly, I did that because it turned out that they were thieves and the entire purpose of the troupe was a means of gaining access to the Cloud Recesses to scout out our defenses.”

“Thieves or no thieves, they put on a damn good opera.”

Lan Qiren suppressed another sigh.

“The elders are not advocating for your immediate execution,” he said instead. “On the contrary, the situation has shifted in a material manner, which is why I wished to get your thoughts on the subject. If you are amenable?”

He Kexin pointedly took a sip of her tea instead of answering.

Lan Qiren wished that he could be petty and respond in kind, making it clear that he was equally willing to sit in silence for as long as He Kexin’s limited patience could hold out, but he was viscerally aware – he was never not aware – of the power dynamics that underlaid all of their interactions. However unwilling he might be, he was He Kexin’s jailor, and the power was always on his side. It was therefore incumbent upon him to keep his temper on a short leash and to be as obliging as he could be, no matter how obnoxious or deliberately provocative her behavior might be.

“I will assume that you are,” he said neutrally. “Although, as always, if you wish for this conversation to end, you may say so at any time and I will depart at once.”

He paused, but she said nothing – more desperate for company and news than disdainful of it, no doubt. He had tried several times over the years to find a way to allow her some company that she might prefer, perhaps someone of her own gender and age, unburdened by the history between them – someone other than the servants she disdained – but he had never had any success convincing the elders of the necessity. Even his own visits had been hard-fought victories, premised entirely on his insistence that to properly raise his nephews he needed the input of their mother.

It had never sat well with him.

“Very well,” Lan Qiren said, moving on. “With my brother’s death, the role of sect leader has now devolved unto Xichen, although naturally he is too young to accept the role. As a result, I am now officially regent in his stead.”

“Does that change anything?” He Kexin asked, and she sounded genuinely curious.

“It does,” he confirmed. “Before, my role was that of a temporary caretaker –”

“Temporary? For ten years?”

“For as long as it would have taken, yes. As long as my brother lived, he was Sect Leader, regardless of where he was or whether he carried out the duties of the position –”

He ignored He Kexin’s mumble of “Well, that’s bullshit”, even though he privately agreed with the assessment.

“– and as only a temporary caretaker, my ability to implement change was heavily prescribed by tradition, in order to forestall the risk that I seek to take advantage of my brother’s absence.”

He ignored this second “Bullshit!” as well, though he appreciated it.

“However,” he said, trying desperately to get to the point as quickly as his rigid manner could manage, “as regent, my status is different, and so is the scope of my jurisdiction. I have all the rights and powers of a true sect leader, able to implement my will on behalf of my nephews.”

“That distinction makes no sense at all.”

It did if one looked at the historical background behind each type of position, but Lan Qiren didn’t allow himself to be distracted by an academic debate He Kexin wouldn’t care about in the slightest.

“Regardless of how much or how little sense it may make, it means that I have more flexibility in arranging sect matters than I did before,” he said. “Including in regard to sect discipline and justice.”

He Kexin paused with her cup halfway up to her mouth.

“What does that mean?” she asked sharply. “Don’t talk around the subject. My fate was sealed long ago – if I leave this house or break my seclusion in any other way, I die. Is that not still the case?”

Lan Qiren looked at her steadily. “The sect leader has the ability to commute punishments for conduct that he was not involved in, as long as justice remains served.”

She exhaled. Hard.

“You have several options,” Lan Qiren said. “I could lighten the terms of your isolation, whether by allowing you more company here or by allowing you to live in the female quarters of the Cloud Recesses; as you know, men and women are separated here, with the exception of married couples. You would be permitted to see your sons more often – every afternoon, if you so wished.”

He Kexin pursed her lips. “What’s the catch?”

“That approach would only be a lightening of your original punishment. You would still be confined to the Cloud Recesses, and your sentence of execution would still be applicable should you ever depart from our home.”

“An expansion of walls,” she murmured, then frowned. “You said ‘that approach’. What’s the alternative?”

“I could change the nature of the punishment entirely,” he said. “I cannot simply lift it, you understand – you murdered an honored teacher, perverting the rules of both justice and hospitality, and no matter my sympathy to you in regard to the matter of not being permitted to see your sons, my nephews, that does not change what you did. You were wrong then and remain wrong now. To refuse to punish you would be for me to fail in my duty to my ancestors.”

“You’re stepping around the subject,” she observed. “That’s unlike you. What’s the second approach? What would the new punishment be?”

Lan Qiren took a breath, steadying his nerves. “Exile.”

He Kexin blinked, and then she started to smile. “Exile? You mean, leaving this place, never to return, that sort of exile?”

“That is correct,” he said, and before the joy had fully entered her face, he added: “Your sons would, however, remain here.”

Her smile faded.

“That seems unfair,” she said after a moment. “I’m their mother, after all.”

“They have already separated from you and entered the men’s quarters, and their surname is Lan,” Lan Qiren said, a touch censoriously. “They are the heirs of a Great Sect, with all that attends that. You cannot expect to simply take them with you as if you were the rogue cultivator you once were.”

Nor would he permit such a thing. Bad enough to have one Cangse Sanren out there, a rogue cultivator who took husband and child along with her to face whatever dangers there were out there by her side, but his nephews? He would rather die than risk them getting lost or hurt in a moment’s carelessness.

He Kexin tapped her cheek thoughtfully. “Would I still be able to see them at all if I took that option?”

“You would be able to see them outside the Cloud Recesses. Naturally we could arrange something in which I would escort them outside for the purpose of seeing you…assuming you were within reasonable distance.”

It wouldn’t be every afternoon, though. It might not even be every month, the way it was now – not unless He Kexin wished to live near the Cloud Recesses, which Lan Qiren assumed she did not.

He remained quiet after that, drinking his tea and waiting for her to think it over. He knew what type of choice he was presenting her with, and he disliked it, though he did not see any other path forward. For his nephews’ sake, he hoped that she chose the first option, or at minimum a delayed exile, choose to stay within the Cloud Recesses until her sons were of age, or at least a little older than they were now – that Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji might have the benefit of their mother for a little longer, and the way they should have had her all along, a constant presence rather than a rarely-seen figure hidden away. Even if it meant that he himself would have to suffer her presence more often, have to look upon the woman who had destroyed his dreams every day rather than merely twice a month, it would be worth it, for their sake.

Yet for her own sake, he felt he had to make her the offer of freedom now. For all that Lan Qiren saw himself firstly as his nephews’ guardian, then as a member of his sect, and only lastly as an individual, He Kexin was in a different situation. She had never wanted to marry his brother in the first place, and she’d borne two children as much for the company they’d given her as because she’d actually wanted them.

She was a person, not merely a mother. She was the one who had to make the decision. Lan Qiren could not decide for her, not even if he believed one choice to be better for his nephews than the other.

“If you would like to think about it for longer, you may,” he said. “Overnight, or even for a few days…”

He Kexin put down her cup with a definitive thunk.

“I’m not a slow plodder like you lot are,” she said, head held high and voice scathing as ever. “I know how to be decisive. I know what I want.”

Lan Qiren braced himself.

“Well?” he asked. “What have you decided?”

She told him.

#mdzs #lan qiren #madam lan #my fic #my fics