Happy Valentines, Shana! More Female!Mo Xuanyu!Wei Wuxian please? The drama and identity porn and hijinx are Too Good!
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Through several death defying feats and lots of bruises, Wei Wuxian has finally strengthened Mo Xuanyu’s core enough to track the threads of the curse mark. This should be a moment of triumph, what he’s been building towards, finally able to see who it is that drove Mo Xuanyu to such foolish, desperate lengths.
Mostly he’s just frustrated.
“Jin Guangshan?” he demands once he pulls himself out of his meditation. “Of all the – he’s not even that good of a cultivator! If she had the power to summon me, surely she had the power to murder him herself!”
Probably not enough power to get away with it, to keep herself from getting caught and tried and executed, but that shouldn’t matter. She died anyway.
Great. Just great. Even if he were willing to kill him, he’s nowhere near Jin Guangshan. Mo Xuanyu should have really left him a note or something. Then he could have dealt with this before being dragged to Cloud Recesses.
Wei Wuxian pauses, considering. Is he willing to kill Jin Guangshan? He’s never liked the man. From his lecherous behavior to his actions after the war and especially with how he’d treated the Wen, he’s never gained an ounce of respect from him. Not to mention forcing Mo Xuanyu into this marriage and legitimatizing her only to prevent his son from being with the man who loves him.
Is that worthy of death? He’s killed for less, but Jin Guangshan is also his sister’s father in law and his nephew’s grandfather.
He wishes Shijie was here. She or even Jiang Cheng would know what he should do.
The thought sends a pang through his chest that he does his best to ignore. He misses his siblings. Being able to see Lan Zhan again, especially when he started being sort of nice to him, is wonderful. But the days he’d been able to spend with Shijie and Jiang Cheng had been too short, and too little, when he couldn’t tell them who he was and had no reason to want to be around them so desperately.
He’d only managed to get glimpses of his nephew, who had his sister’s sweet face and Jin Zixuan’s unfortunate scowl. He’d wanted to go over and pinch his cheeks, but even as his aunt that hadn’t felt like something that he was allowed.
Wei Wuxian breathes in then out, forcing the phantom pain out on his exhale with years of practice.
He can’t ask his siblings. But he can ask Mo Xuanyu’s.
If anyone knows the true moral character of Jin Guangshan, it’s Jin Guangyao.
Wei Wuxian had been avoiding him, both because he wasn’t sure how well Jin Guangyao had known his half sister and he didn’t want to arise suspicion, and also because he hadn’t known him that well the first time around. He’d known him first as an overly polite Nie general, then their spy during the war, and finally as Jin Guangshan’s dutiful son.
None of those roles had ever seemed to fit him quite right. Seeing him interact with Lan Xichen is the closest Wei Wuxian has seen him to relaxed.
He guesses it’s time for the two of them to get to know each other properly.
