Happy Halloween! May your days be spooky and sweet. Mo dao zu shi, please.
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Jiang Cheng can't believe that worked.
"Why is he here?" his father asks, pointing a thumb in Wen Ning's direction.
Wen Ning continues rowing the boat with that wide eyed, trusting expression. It's incredible that he hasn't been killed yet.
"Why are either of you here," his mother snaps, back straight and looming down her nose at them. Being beaten half to death hadn't done much to affect her attitude. "We gave clear instructions."
"You're welcome," Wei Wuxian says, more sarcastic than she'd normally be, but she's also bleeding quite a lot, despite Jiang Cheng's best efforts to put pressure on the wound and the packet of herbs Wen Ning had given her.
Jiang Cheng doesn't have the energy to care about his fiance and mother's sniping. He's already resigned himself to having to tune it out for the rest of his life. "How far are we from Yiling?"
He should know better, having navigated this river his whole life. But he'd been too busy with keeping Wei Wuxian alive to care.
"Not far," Wen Ning says. "Qing-jie is expecting us. Don't worry, Wei Wuxian is going to be fine."
"It's going to close soon enough on it's own," she says, poking Jiang Cheng in the chest. "Some of us have cultivated cores that are efficient like that."
He's not in the mood to be teased.
When he saw he on the floor, surrounded by all that blood, he'd thought she was dead.
"They're going to be after us," his father says. "If not for us, then in revenge. They're going to be pissed they lost Wen Zhuliu."
"Oops," Wei Wuxian says cheerfully.
Wen Zhuliu had been dead, lying far enough away that Jiang Cheng hadn't noticed him at first. Wei Wuxian insists that most of the blood had been his, but he doesn't believe her.
"You're lucky you didn't lose your core," he hisses. "You're lucky you're not dead! What were you thinking?"
"Uh, that he was right there and easy to kill?" She grimaces. "How was I supposed to know he was resistant to the drug? Also, I won, which I feel like we're all glossing over."
"Shut up," he says tiredly.
He's never going to have an obedient wife, but he'd settle for one who wasn't hell bent on giving him a heart attack.
