[ Wangji's lips purse, ever so slightly, at the mention of Jiang Wanyin. He led the siege of the Burial mound. He had wanted Wei Ying dead. His own shidi, who had mattered so much to Wei Ying... Still did.
But the anger fades away in the face of Wei Ying's tense shoulder, the lightness in his voice that doesn't quite sound right. He still lets out a small huff at Wei Ying trying to offer wine to not one, but two Lan clan people, one of them rather young. ]
This way.
[ He turns to lead the way, his steps even and steady, letting one or both walk side by side with him, if they wish. ]
Sizhui. Did I take him to the jiangshi?
[ He is a little surprised at how lightly he manages to sound. But he needs to know if he knew, or traveling together might have been for another reason. ]
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But the anger fades away in the face of Wei Ying's tense shoulder, the lightness in his voice that doesn't quite sound right. He still lets out a small huff at Wei Ying trying to offer wine to not one, but two Lan clan people, one of them rather young. ]
This way.
[ He turns to lead the way, his steps even and steady, letting one or both walk side by side with him, if they wish. ]
Sizhui. Did I take him to the jiangshi?
[ He is a little surprised at how lightly he manages to sound. But he needs to know if he knew, or traveling together might have been for another reason. ]