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you know, i love how fan changyu was visibly taken aback by how handsome xie zheng actually is when she first sees him properly but it was never that big of a deal to her because she has other things to think about. meanwhile, xie zheng sees this confusing bewildering silly kind amazing woman who apparently carried him to safety and is a butcher and he offers to marry into her family without question
Do not ever be rude or condescending to someone who asks "obvious" questions, no matter how obvious or silly you think the question is.
For one, in some cultures asking an obvious question is just a polite way of acknowledging the situation. So for example, if you just put your jacket on and start clocking out, a co-worker asking "oh, you done for the day and heading out now?" doesn't deserve you sneering at them like an idiot, scoffing, and saying "uh duh, just like I do every day at this time" when it's likely they knew the answer, but were just asking as a polite way of acknowledging the situation.
But even if they were genuinely unsure that you're leaving even though it seems obvious to you from context clues, so what? What does being rude and condescending to them achieve? Maybe they couldn't sleep last night so they're really out of it today, maybe they're dissociating, maybe they're about to pass out from low blood sugar, maybe some other employees sometimes put on their jacket and only clock out briefly but come back.
There's all sorts of reasons they could be confused about whether or not you're leaving, but intentionally making them feel bad achieves nothing except, well, making them feel bad. Either way, they're not hurting you or anyone by asking a "stupid" question, so there's no point in being rude about it. If you still want to make them feel bad about themselves for looking "stupid" when they weren't hurting anyone, that is the mindset of bullies and abusers.
Thank you everyone who is pointing out in the notes that this is usually an attempt to connect with someone and/or strike up a conversation. Because honestly in my experience 9 times out of 10 when someone asks an "obvious" question that's what they're trying to do. If someone walks into the kitchen and asks "oh are you cooking?" while you're standing over the stove holding a spatula, they probably already know the answer, but they're just trying to start a conversation with you and connect to you.
All the more reason it's sad and hurtful when these attempts are met with sneering and being treated like an idiot.
There are no stupid questions, only assholes providing snarky non-answers. Because aside from the bid for connection or genuine confusion, sometimes there are REASONS why you might get an obvious question.
“Oh, are you cooking?” asks person who thought you were going out tonight.
“Are you leaving?” asks time-blind person who’s surprised it’s 5:00.
“Are you going to lunch?” asks person who remembers there’s a meeting in 30 minutes.
This is where I make my occasional reminder that Emily Post said the reason for manners is to make others comfortable and foster kind, thoughtful human interactions.
“Oh, are you cooking?”
asks person who thought you were
going out tonight.
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Changyu be like: "I begged him to marry me"
What??? No girl, you asked a pig and he volunteered as a tribute!
when everything has calmed down and xie zheng and gongsun yin are hanging out and gongsun yun makes some comment like "your best decision ever made was when you gave in when she begged you to marry her" and xie zheng just freezes, blinks, turns to him "who told you she begged me. make no mistake: i love my wife so much she didn't even have to ask"
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The Arrival (Of Fan-Xie clan)
Read full chapter here
Despite Xie Wu’s best efforts, the forest path proved only marginally less murderous.
The carriage bounced. It rattled. It personally insulted their ancestors. And then—They hit it.
The pothole. A crater. A declaration of war.
The carriage launched—Gongsun flew from his seat like a scholar achieving enlightenment mid-air—straight into Xie Zheng’s lap. Changyu toppled sideways, wedging Qi Shu firmly between herself and the wall. Somewhere in the chaos, dignity died.
“Are you alright?” Qi Shu asked immediately, pushing herself upright and pulling Changyu with her.
“I’m—”Changyu stopped. Everyone stopped. Because at that exact moment—A very unmistakable gush of water followed.
Silence. Qi Shu froze. Gongsun froze. Even Xie Zheng, who had been half asleep, suddenly looked wide awake—as if his memory loss had politely stepped aside for sheer panic.
Qi Shu turned, eyes sharp. “Your water broke.”
Gongsun went pale. Xie Zheng went paler. Between the two of them, it was unclear who looked closer to giving birth.
“What do we do?!” Gongsun demanded, his voice climbing several scholarly octaves higher than usual. Meanwhile, Xie Zheng sat there, utterly still—like a man who had just been personally selected by fate for something he did not remember signing up for.
In the span of a heartbeat, he went through all four stages of emotional rollercoaster: Denial—This has nothing to do with me, Doubt— …Does this have something to do with me? Realisation—His gaze shifted, slowly, to Changyu. To her hand, that automatically gripped his. To the very obvious situation unfolding—This definitely has something to do with me. Regret—I should have shown more self-restraint.
“Find a quiet place. Now,” Qi Shu ordered, trying to keep everybody in check.
“Shouldn’t we turn back to a village?” Gongsun blurted. “Somewhere with… people? Facilities? Basic sanitary… and sanity?”
Qi Shu looked at him flatly. “And announce to the entire population that the Marquis of Wu’an’s wife is about to deliver in the middle of their street?”
“…When you put it that way—”
“You insisted on secrecy,” Qi Shu continued calmly but dangerously. “You made the entire academy swear not to breathe a word about this! You made General He raise the salary of all his servants to keep a tight lip or die. Congratulations!”
Gongsun closed his mouth. “Right,” he said faintly. “Panic noted. Regret ongoing.”
“Xie Wu, Xie Qi—faster!”
The horses surged forward at a speed that suggested they, too, understood the situation—and wanted no part of it.
Inside the carriage, another contraction hit. Changyu sucked in a breath, gripping the edge of the seat.
“Here,” Qi Shu said quickly, grabbing Gongsun’s hand and offering it to her. “Squeeze this.”
“Wh—why is it my hand?!” Gongsun protested, horrified.
“Because your hand is currently contributing nothing to society!” Qi Shu replied briskly, already rubbing Changyu’s lower back while instructing her how to breathe through a contraction. Occasionally, she would wipe the droplets that appeared on Changyu’s forehead with her handkerchief and whisper, “You are doing great.”
Changyu turned her head and looked at Gongsun’s hand.
She paused. Considered.
She was, after all, a woman who could stun a large pig with one strike. She had the strength to carry a man nearly twice her size, and that happened not just once. Gongsun’s hand, on the other hand, looked like it had never survived anything more violent than turning a book on advanced algebra too aggressively.
“…Perhaps not,” she said diplomatically.
“Wise choice,” Gongsun whispered, immediately retracting his hand like it had just narrowly escaped execution.
And then—Another hand reached out. Steady. Unhurried.
“Take mine,” Xie Zheng said.
His voice was calm, almost gentle, as though they were discussing tea rather than imminent childbirth in a violently shaking carriage.“It’s only a minor injury,” he added, before anyone could object, though the bandage wrapped around his hand told a quieter truth.
Changyu looked at him.
There was something in that steadiness—something unchanged, even now. Stripped of memory, of past, of everything that had once defined him… and yet still the same at his core—He was always kind and dependable. Just like the first time when he suddenly said yes to marrying into her family before she asked him.
But was this a good idea?
For a fleeting moment, she hesitated—uncertain whether reaching for him would mend something in her… or break it further.
And in that small space of uncertainty—His hand moved. Slowly, gently, he closed his fingers around hers, as though the choice had already been made—just not by her. As though, even without remembering why… he still knew to hold on.
Outside, the carriage thundered through the forest, wheels protesting against every bump and root.
Inside, it was chaos—orders barked, breaths counted, pain rising and falling like waves.
And somewhere amidst the jolting, the panic, and the rapidly approaching reality of parenthood—Gongsun came to a deeply unfortunate realisation.
If anything went wrong today…
He was going to be remembered as the man who brought a labouring woman on a scenic detour through potholes.
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In less than an hour, the carriage screeched to a halt beside what could only generously be described as a seasonal fishing hut—meaning it was useful in summer and utterly abandoned in winter… much like Gongsun’s courage at the moment.
By the time they got Changyu inside, things had escalated from “slightly concerning” to “this is definitely happening.”
Changyu was in no condition for dignity. She was bent over in pain, breathing unevenly, gripping Xie Zheng’s hand like it had personally signed a lifelong contract.
To his credit, he did not pull away. To his misfortune, his hand was probably no longer his.
“Xie Wu—boil water! Xie Qi—get the brazier going, she must stay warm!” Qi Shu snapped.
The two men fled with impressive efficiency. No matter how joyous the occasion was, no man in his right mind wanted to partake as an honorary guest in the delivery room.
Inside the hut, Qi Shu turned to Gongsun. “Lay everything down. Coats. Silk. All of it.”
Gongsun blinked, brain processing.“…All of it?” He stared at the state of the floor, which certainly did not just look vintage with a lot of signs of wear, but also was not exactly clean.
“Yes, unless you’d like her to give birth on this filty floor and personally haunt you afterwards.”
That decided it.
Moments later, layers of outrageously expensive garments—each worth enough to buy a respectable home in Lin’an—were unceremoniously sacrificed to the cause. If wealth could talk, it would be screaming.
They helped Changyu down.
Xie Zheng followed, still holding her hand, now promoted from “support” to “lifeline.”
Qi Shu checked quickly between her legs.
“Good. Very good,” she said. “We are nearly there.”
“Nearly?” Gongsun echoed faintly as Qi Shu just declared Armageddon was coming, the sky was falling, and he got only minutes to live.
“Towels," Qi Shu ordered instead of answering his question. It was best that these clueless men knew as little as possible of what was coming. "And something sweet. She’ll need energy. I left some persimmon juice in the top left corner of the carriage.”
Gongsun obeyed. Because at this point, disobedience felt like a worse decision. He rushed out, tripping over absolutely nothing on the way.
Inside, Qi Shu arranged Changyu to lean on a tower of cushions and then pointed sharply at the direction of the Marquis. “Jiuheng. Come here! Hold her legs.”
Xie Zheng froze like a man who had just been told to negotiate with death itself.
“…Must I?”
“Yes.” If this were a better situation, Qi Shu would find it very funny to see the formidable national hero who had performed a massacre on thousands of soldiers was about to pass out in the delivery room.
“I—” Xie Zheng opened his mouth and closed it again. What happened to that plan not stressing him out?
“I need my hands to catch the baby,” Qi Shu said sternly. “You don’t have to look.”
This was, unfortunately, not as reassuring as she intended. He stepped forward anyway. Slowly. Reluctantly. Like a man about to be executed.
And then—He looked. Just for a second. A fatal mistake.
His face drained of colour so quickly it was almost impressive. If this continued, they might need another physician.
“Scared?” Qi Shu said dryly. “You helped start this process. It’s only fair you stay for the delivery,” and even had the guts to add. “It’s a bit unfair if men only join the fun and never take the part of knowing the consequences, no?”
Xie Zheng opened his mouth—Closed it again. Wisely. He was about to say the fun Qi Shu was referring to—he didn’t remember any of it.
Beside him, Changyu was too busy surviving labour to notice his ongoing existential crisis.
Outside, Gongsun returned, clutching towels and a canteen of juice like a man bringing offerings to appease higher powers.
“Here!” he said, a little too loudly.
“Lower your voice,” Qi Shu snapped. “She’s giving birth, not attending a banquet.”
Gongsun immediately shrank. Between them—One woman in labour. One physician in command. One marquis who was on the verge of fainting. And one scholar was rapidly reconsidering becoming a celibate.
Qi Shu clicked her tongue.
Honestly.
She had delivered babies before. But never, she thought grimly—had she needed to manage this many children at once.
obsessed with how chi cheng always goes "what about me :(" when suowei has a gift for xiao cubao
what plays in my head when this guy comes on screen
“average person eats 3 spiders a year” factoid actualy just statistical error. average person eats 0 spiders per year. Spiders Georg, who lives in cave & eats over 10,000 each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted
The way his little face drops when Changyu refers to him as being like an older brother
the yin and yang visual in the bath scene from pursuit of jade and the waltz-like footwork from can this love be translated sit at the same table for me
"Dad, I found you a daughter-in-law. Aside from the fact that he's a man, he's perfect."
I fear I will never be over Pursuit of Jade, I think big part of that is that it wasn't perfect, if it were I would've been able to move on
it is my problematic fav forever
