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1.

Nie Huaisang has always made the most of his leisure time. He makes sure his leisure time is also used for very important tasks, such as catching pretty birds, writing poems in beautiful calligraphy, and practicing art on every fan possible.

He is a master of doing absolutely nothing but appreciating the nature of living as a free human.

Nie Mingjue Da-ge is fed up with Huaisang’s diligent effort to be a lazy young master. His best friend, Lan Xichen, offers to let Huaisang study in Cloud Recesses, where rule, order, and discipline are the way of life.

Who knows if this would encourage Huaisang to adapt with other Lan disciples, eh?

Huaisang is very upset to be separated from Da-ge and his comfortable home in the Unclean Realm. Da-ge is ruthless, but he goes beyond Huaisang’s expectations to even dare to send his delicate little brother away for a year.

Okay fine, he’ll just get his revenge by being the worst guest disciple in Cloud Recess. Da-ge can’t make him love studying and cultivating saber practice no matter what. 

Also, flip off, Xichen-ge. Just because you’re Da-ge’s best friend, you have no right to drag me into your mountain.

During the first lectures, Lan Qiren notices that this Young Master from Qinghe Nie is lazy and unmotivated. Always skipping cultivation practice and daydreaming during lectures. No one under Lan Qiren’s strict and watchful eyes dared to do so.

At least, he should appreciate Huaisang’s audacity.

Huaisang accepted his punishment for writing the legendary 3000 rules of the Gusu Lan Sect without much complaint. He pays no mind when the other cultivators from different sects start whispering Huaisang’s name mockingly. Other disciples compete to become the best, but Huaisang seems content with being the last in every lecture.

Lan Qiren sees him as a lost cause, but he holds pride in the title of Esteemed Teacher Lan. As a prodigy in history and culture, everyone in the cultivation world respected him. His knowledge and wisdom goes beyond saying, educating young people, and prepare them to become the future of cultivation worlds.

There are so many high-ranking cultivators and even Sect Leaders who had been in Lan Qiren’s lectures. He is the most feared but also the most respected master. He can shape the unruliest disciple into an astonishing cultivator.

Now, Huaisang is a challenge. His title as an Esteemed Teacher is at stake here. Lan Qiren held a belief that there’s no bad or dumb student. There’s only a lazy or unpracticed sword. He is sure that with personal tutor and care, he will surprise Sect Leader Nie as if he hadn’t known his little brother.

Lan Qiren nodded to himself. At the moment, he didn’t realize that it was the first mistake and many more embarrassing mistakes he would make in the future.

2.

Nie Huaisang's goal is to survive long enough and still be able to enjoy every minute at Cloud Recesses. Those luscious green fields, floating clouds, and gentle sun will be a waste of time only to spent on lectures in indoor classes.

After one week of writing them daily, he already remembers all the 3000 Lan rules. He is still trying to find a way to escape swordplay and night hunting. The meditation period is his favorite; he has always mastered the art of sleeping while sitting.

Right now, he is confined to a lecture about the history of the five Great Sects. He doesn’t want to waste his brain space remembering every name of the famous Sect Leaders from many sects. He would rather use it to capture every gentle wave of the green leaves and pretty birds sleeping peacefully on its branches.

“Nie Huaisang.”

At the sound of his name, Huasaing froze. His brush hovering on an over-detailed sketch of a sparrow. Huaisang gulped because Lan Qiren had never outed him like that. Huaisang looked up only to meet the unimpressed gaze of Lan Qiren.

“Yes, Lan-xiansheng?”

“I asked you about what had happened after Lan An’s discovered the land of Gusu.” Lan Qiren asked coolly.

Huaisang grinned sheepishly. He quickly held up his book, flipping to a random page of notes mostly filled with doodles and paintings by now. That didn’t go unnoticed by Lan Qiren.

“Care to explain why you are drawing instead of taking notes?”

“Err… Well, Lan-xiansheng, this is how I study. I am simply illustrating my understanding of the lesson because I prefer to draw instead of writing notes!”

Lan Qiren nodded, “Then you must be able to explain the discovery of Gusu Land?”

Huaisang gulped. Now, he just makes trouble for himself. How is he supposed to retell a boring history when all he could describe is Gusu Lan’s ethereal beauty?

The whole class fell silent, feeling the tension of Lan Qiren patiently waiting for an answer and Huaisang nervously trying to make any excuse. Lan Xichen, who had been assisting his uncle, stared in pity.

“So I’ve thought,” Lan Qiren unceremoniously took the book from Huaisang’s hands.

He flipped through the pages, landing on a new dried ink page. He saw one sentence about the name of five Great Sects, an over-detailed painting of luscious leaves and birds, and doodles of what suspiciously looked like a drawing of himself.

Lan Qiren sighed, “You will stay after class.”

3.

Staying after class with Lan Qiren was not part of Huaisang’s plan. Even though he lived a leisurely life, he still had a to-do list, you know. He is supposed to be in the back mountain today, watching the birds migrate to their nests at sunset.

Lan Qiren made him sit right in front of him. The only thing separating them was the small table to take notes. Lan Qiren sat on a platform that made him appear more prominent and imposing. Lan Qiren returned Huaisang’s book, expecting him to sit and start an extended lecture.

“Lan-xiansheng, I’m so sorry... I didn’t mean to mock your beard or anything. I swear I will draw it better next time.” Huaisang is hiding beneath his paper fan, only showing his fearful eyes.

Lan Qiren would want to question this boy’s way of thinking very much. How he'd rather apologize for his bad drawing than for not listening properly in the lecture. Ridiculous.

Lan Qiren handed him a brush. Huaisang looked at his teacher, confused, because he had handed him a paintbrush, not just any brush.

“You said you will draw it better next time?”

Huaisang can not comprehend it. Did Lan-xiansheng want him to paint a picture of himself right now?

“You draw me. Or something, whatever you want. I will recite the history of the Five Great Sect, and by the time I finish, I need you to recite what I said.”

Huaisang whined, “But, Lan-xiansheng!! I can’t multitask like that!!”

“It wasn’t you who said you can understand better if you paint while listening to the lecture?”

“I mean.. it was just—“

“Did you say it was a lie? Lying is forbidden in Cloud Recesses, and you will get more punishment. Of course, you need to finish this punishment first.”

Huaisang furrowed his brow. It was already past afternoon. Who knows how long Lan Qiren would talk? Lan Qiren is most probably a perfectionist teacher. He wouldn’t let Huaisang go if his answer was not perfect. And he also wants him to write 3000 rules? It would be considered lucky if he still got to join dinner!

Huaisang sighed in defeat, “Alright, Lan-xiansheng. I will do as you say. Please go easy on me.”

And so, the long lecture on the history of the Five Great Sects begins again.

4.

The explanation was brilliant. It was like a perfect copy of Lan Qiren’s lecture. Lan Qiren is very satisfied. He was right that Huaisang was not a dumb student, just very unmotivated.

“Lan-xiansheng, you are not going to review my paintings?”

Huaisang seems more interested in the side task of painting Lan Qiren. At first, Lan Qiren didn’t mind what Huaisang was drawing. Still, he was the one who ordered him to draw, so at least he would appreciate Huaisang’s handiwork.

“Let me see,”

“Here! Now it looks better, right?”

It was a great drawing with clean and seamless brush strokes. His paintings were alive with free emotions. Lan Qiren could see the burning passion in every drawing hidden beneath a lazy exterior.

“Art is a discipline, just like education and cultivation,” he said, “I believe if you insist on pursuing both of them, you will be an exceptional prodigy.”

Huaisang stared. No one had ever told him to pursue his art like this before.

“Lan-xiansheng, are you saying that I can continue to paint?” Huaisang’s eyes sparkled with joy.

“Only if you continue to pay attention during the lectures.”

“That I can not promise, xiansheng~”

“I will call you here after every last lecture of the day. You then review what you just studied during the day while you can paint whatever you like. I might even paint with you if you want. Sounds like a good deal?”

“Lan-xiansheng will paint with me?” Huaisang looks at him with bright eyes, which makes Lan Qiren uncomfortable because something is beating inside his usually very calm body.

“Let’s see your track record. If you can’t review your lecture, I might revoke your permission to paint with me and face an even greater punishment.”

Huaisang nodded with excited agreement. He never had a friend who would paint with him, not even the gentle Xichen-ge who preferred instruments. If the said friend is an untouchable teacher who’s quiet and strict, he’d still take what he can get.

“Now go back and prepare for dinner.”

“Alright, Lan xiansheng~ I will see you tomorrow!”

“You forget your drawing page.”

“This one is for Lan-xiansheng. You can admire yourself while you see this painting, xiansheng. Okay, byeee!”

Lan Qiren stared at Huaisang’s painting left on the small table. His proportion is graceful, an unmatched beauty. The brush strokes make the best on the gentle wave of hanfu sleeves. A sign of highly talented craft, and this beautiful drawing is gifted from Huaisang to him.

“Shameless!”

5.

Huaisang had been behaving well under Qiren's supervision. He listened to the lectures and reviewed them while drawing his painting. 

Qiren guessed that the young disciple may not be eager to study. It almost feels like he just wants a company to paint with. That made Qiren wonder if Huaisang ever felt lonely or disassociated from his peers because of his lack of interest in cultivation.

So, Lan Qiren brought another set of paintbrushes. Sometimes, there's even tea during their session. Lan Qiren learned that Huaisang likes his tea with berry essence. Huaisang also sneaked in sweet snacks, which made Qiren scold him. However, small disobedience like that only reserves small punishment, which Huaisang takes gracefully.

After Lan Qiren made him run around the courtyard for a few laps, Huaisang, with all his sweat and sweet smile, offered his snacks to Qiren. It made him wonder if these were the few moments when he let a disciple bribe him.

Huaisang never kept his painting with him. He always left it on the table or even shoved it into Qiren's lap. When Qiren asked why, Huaisang said he only likes to paint but is not good at keeping things with him. He also said his room is too small to keep all his paintings.

What a ridiculous reason.

Still, Lan Qiren's cabinet was full of Huaisang's paintings after a while.

Lan Qiren observed that Huaisang's progress in education was significantly good. After achieving that, Lan Qiren thought that now was the time to hone Huaisang's cultivation, especially in saber art.

6.

“Lan xiansheng, my arms hurt.”

“We haven't even started yet.”

“I know. I know they will hurt, so I’m just warning you in advance.”

Lan Qiren exhaled slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose. Nie Huaisang would let Qiren lose all his beard hair.

They stood in one of the Cloud Recesses’ secluded training fields, the morning gleam casting a warm glow, yet Huaisang complained about how cold he was.

“Silence. A respected cultivator would be patient facing a harsh environment.”

“But xiansheng~ do you know I have no fats to keep me warm? Do you also forget that my cultivation is so low that I can’t manage body heat like you!!” Huaisang put an accusatory tone, as if he's jealous of Lan Qiren's pristine silk hanfu clothing yet not shivering even once.

“More reason to cultivate seriously. Let us begin shortly. I promise you will gain body heat after sweating during practices.”

“That's too much effort!”

Lan Qiren huffed, annoyed by Huaisang's stupid reasoning to escape saber practice. They won't start until noon if Huaisang’s smart mouth keeps saying nonsense. 

The esteemed teacher then stood closely in front of Huaisang. He took both of Huaisang's hands, which puzzled the boy. At once, Qiren channeled a warm surge of qi in Huaisang’s body. The boy flushed when he realized his teacher was casually keeping him warm with his qi.

“Now that your face is red, you are ready to start our session.”

Huaisang nodded breathlessly. He wished he would bring one of his fans to hide himself from Lan Qiren's watchful eyes.

7.

Huaisang took the saber Lan Qiren offered. He looked at the sharp weapon as if it had personally offended him.

“Now, stance. You should at least be able to do this.”

Huaisang sulked, dragging his feet as he half-heartedly raised his saber. His posture was so terrible that you can compare it to a bending shrimp. His grip on the saber is as weak as a shivering leaf.

Lan Qiren sighed deeply.

This was going to be a long day.

“Huaisang. Could you take it seriously? Was my effort to warm you just a waste?”

“N-no! I’m sorry, xiansheng. I’ll try my best…” Huaisang adjusted his posture. 

“Better. Now sway your saber like this.”

The first movements were easy. Lan Qiren taught him the basic moves of using the saber. In no time, the moves became more advanced.

“Do it one more time.”

“Lan xiansheng, please... I’ve done it fifty times already! I just can't understand what I did wrong!”

Huaisang whined, partly because he was already feeling tired of the saber practice.

“Alright, then I will help you.”

Lan Qiren, with all the propriety of a teacher, stepped behind Huaisang. He placed his hand over Huaisang's arms. He corrected Huaisang’s grip and adjusted his stance. 

“Don't overly do it, just enough while balancing your stance. Do you understand?”

“Xiansheng, my feet are tired. Let me lean on you for a while.”

Lan Qiren winced. The realization hit him like a thunder strike. Huaisang fit so perfectly on his chest. It’s like holding a very precious little creature. His shoulders are much narrower than him. He was warm and soft.

Their height difference and position make Huaisang need to tilt his head when talking to Qiren.

“Lan xiansheng, you feel like an oversized pillow!”

Lan Qiren let go immediately.

8.

Lan Qiren stepped back like he had been burned. This was fine. Everything was fine. He was still the Esteemed Teacher Lan, who was calm and composed.

His thoughts were definitely not spiraling. His heart was surely not pounding. He was just suddenly aware of how unfairly cute Huaisang was.

Qiren cleared his throat. “Stop playing around. Focus on your stance,” he commanded.

“Lan xiansheng… I said I was tired and only rested for a while… Why are you so cruel?”

Lan Qiren begged to differ. He was not the one who rudely messed with someone's heart.

Thankfully, his older nephew came to check on them. Bless his ever-gentle presence, it was enough to calm down Qiren’s inner turmoil.

“Shufu. A-Sang. Good morning.”

Huaisang immediately escaped to Xichen. He wailed dramatically while clutching his sleeve, “Xichen-gege, save me! He’s working me so hard. Please tell him to stop because it's already breakfast time!”

“Well, that's why I came to call you two. I believe you must be hungry after the rigorous practice.”

Huaisang looked at Xichen as if he were a savior angel. He continued clinging to Xichen, using the elder as a shelter because there was no way Lan Qiren would get angry at his nephew.

Suddenly, Xichen realized how quiet his uncle had been. His expression looked more tense than usual, and his posture was too rigid. Xichen’s eyes caught his uncle’s hand clenched inside the sleeves.

“Shufu, is there anything bothering you?”

Lan Qiren glanced at his nephew, then at Huaisang, who was still clinging like a lifeline to his nephew. It made him feel sour.

“Teaching Nie Huaisang is a challenge even for someone experienced like me.”

“Oh, c’mon! I wasn't a very hard student, right?”

“Debatable, A-sang”

9.

Nie Huaisang had done satisfactory work for Lan Qiren in reviewing the lectures. Huaisang was very motivated because Lan Qiren let him paint, drink tea, and eat sweets. Actually, those were the only reasons Huaisang was doing well in his reviews.

Weekly tests and exams are different matters. He didn't want his beauty sleep disturbed by exam preparation. He would rather accept bad grades than sacrifice his beauty sleep. The Gusu Lan waking hour is already a nightmare enough, please.

So right now, he was sitting in the library with Lan Xichen, dragging his brush across the paper. He was suffering because of remedial lessons.

“A-Sang, your handwriting is pretty when you try enough,” Xichen said patiently.

“Thank you. I’m doing my best.”

Xichen smiled serenely, “Are you, really?”

Huaisang slumped over his desk dramatically, “No.”

Xichen chuckled, flipping through another set of homework.

“Shufu was very upset with your grades. He probably was crushed because he believed you were finally being serious about your study.”

Huaisang, face still squished against the table, sighed, “That’s his mistake… Not even Da-ge trusted me.”

“Mm.” Xichen hummed, glancing at Huaisang's bending posture. “I do trust you. Also, I know you lied. If Da-ge didn't trust you, you would not be here in Gusu Lan right now.”

“Part of it was because Da-ge wanted to get rid of me!” Huaisang lifts his head to complain, “and Xichen-ge doesn't count. Gege is always nice to everyone.”

“It does make me wonder though…”

Lan Xichen looked at Huaisang deeply. He was silent for a moment, thinking about his uncle. When Lan Xichen invited Huaisang to be a guest disciple through Nie Mingjue, he thought he would be responsible for Huaisang's whole being.

It's his duty and promise to Nie Mingjue that he will take care of his little brother. He knows Huaisang’s tendency to neglect his study and cultivation, so he was prepared to be very hands-on during Huaisang's stay in Gusu.

On the contrary, Huaisang behaved well during lectures. Though he made little mischief, it was still considered tame. What surprised him was how Lan Qiren was attentive to Huaisang, going as far as giving him private sessions. Xichen was puzzled because he knew how busy Lan Qiren was being both a Sect Leader and an active teacher.

“A-sang,” Xichen closed his book, “I heard Shufu is giving you private tutors on education and cultivation practice. I think you must be his favorite.”

Huaisang snorted, “I think it's the opposite! Lan xiansheng is ashamed to have a poor disciple like me, so he started giving those tutors I didn't ask.”

“Really? What kind of tutors did he give you?”

“Usually, he makes me review my lectures while we paint. Sometimes, he’s an overbearing tyrant who confined me to a lecture about the importance of discipline while serving a painfully bitter tea for hours. Once, I was too sleepy to continue my reviews, and he let me nap in his study room. When I complained about the cold weather, he gave me his qi to keep me doing saber practice in an ungodly hour. I was very surprised when I found out he kept all my drawings in his cabinet!”

Xichen stared in disbelief as if Huaisang was telling a very different individual than the uncle he knew. The only time Lan Qiren showed his care like that was when he and Lan Wangji were about 10 or something.

“I knew Shufu my whole life but never saw him act like that with any other disciples.”

Huaisang’s brain stuttered, “He doesn't?”

“Shufu has very little personal space, almost non-existent to be exact. Shufu always puts a clear distance toward other people. Shufu letting you take his time privately and touch him amazes me.”

“He still punishes me, though. I won't forget when he forced me to drink bitter tea to balance my sweet snacks.”

“I think he does that for your good. Wasn't his action always like that?”

Thinking about Lan Qiren letting Huaisang paint while reviewing classes until keeping him warm for saber practice, Xichen's words are accurate.

Huaisang opened his fan to wave himself swiftly. 

“I don't know. I really don't know why, Xichen-ge. Please don't ask me. I haven't yet finished my remedial paper.”

Xichen nodded and kept himself quiet for now, letting Huaisang focus on his paper. Xichen can't help but think that maybe he had an idea of his uncle’s unusual behavior. 

10.

The full moon is beautiful tonight. The sky is dark and clear, making the rotund golden coin the center of attention. Its ethereal light reflects on the quiet waves of the lakes.

Huaisang is feeling restless despite today being exceptionally exhausting. He can't turn off his brain even if he tries to close his eyes.

Staring blankly at the dark scenery outside the window, he realized something that made him sad. He left his cozy and warm bed to open his hidden container, which was filled with jugs of Qinghe wine.

His long sleeves hid the wine jug perfectly. When walking outside, he must be careful of the Lan patrols. He didn't bring a lantern not to warn the patrols. Thankfully, the golden moon and stars were enough to let him see his surroundings.

He had found a hundred-year-old oak tree standing calmly near the lake. Huaisang lifted his body and climbed the strong branches. Tree climbing is a necessity for catching birds, so of course, it was easy for Huaisang.

Leaning on the bigger branches, Huaisang opened the wine jug. He drank it, and it burned on his tongue, soon replaced with a sweet fruity aftertaste. It tasted like home—like the one he stole from Da-ge’s chamber and got scolded for drinking it. He was 15 back then.

Today was his birthday.

Lan Xichen-ge gave him heating talismans, which was the same as saying he should be more diligent about morning saber practice. Huaisang shamelessly asked for birthday greetings from Lan Qiren, only to get a distasteful look. 

He didn't care about the shitty birthday he had. The only regret he feels the most is because the one he wanted to be with the most was not here.

Huaisang let the wine burn his throat, feeling angry at Da-ge. How dare Da-ge send him to a place where alcohol is forbidden?

Da-ge must hate him so much. 

If not for Huaisang's resourceful nature, he wouldn't be here, having the time of his life drinking the fine Qinghe wine.

What a cruel big brother he has.

To let his little brother spend his birthday alone. Huaisang is going to punch Da-ge when they meet again. A letter is appreciated, at least! Huaisang won't be surprised if Da-ge truly forgets his didi’s birthday.

Huaisang was busy cursing his Da-ge, so he didn't hear a rustle under the tree. 

“Nie Huaisang?”

Huaisang choked on his last sip. That voice was familiar, and it was not a good sign. He glanced down slowly, feeling his heart sinking. There it was, the upright, rule-abiding tyrant Lan Wangji.

Lan Wangji looked suspiciously at him. When he focused, he finally saw the jug in Huaisang's hand. Wangji was furious.

“Not sleeping past curfew. Drinking alcohol. You're punished.”

“Wait, you misunderstood! It's— This is medicine! A special medicine made in Qinghe! You know I have a weak constitution, right?”

Seeing Huaisang making up excuses, Wangji is even more sour. 

“Get down. I’ll report you to Shufu.”

“No! You can't make me do that!”

“...Fine.”

At first, Huaisang thought there was no way this pristine Lan could climb a tree. How foolish because Lan Wangji could easily fly with his sword and float right before Huaisang.

“Please! Let me go tonight. I’ll face the punishment tomorrow!”

“You're drunk. You’ll fall if you sleep here.”

Well, thank you. Huaisang didn't know the emotionless Wangji could be attentive. He still appreciated it if Wangji had just left him alone, though.

Realizing that Huaisang wouldn't move an inch from his tree nest, Wangji made the decision to haul Huaisang’s body up like a sack of flour.

“Wangji!! Could you put me down? I don't think your saber could hold two people!! Please, I don't want to die on my birthday!!”

“Noisy. Do not underestimate me.”

Huaisang cried. Why was he always suffering?

11.

Huaisang found himself standing before Lan Qiren in the usual study room, looking absolutely guilty while Lan Wangji reported the crime.

When Wangji finished, Qiren sighed. “Explain yourself, Nie Huaisang.”

Huaisang, still tipsy, fidgeted.

“Lan xiansheng, please…” he began, making a round innocent eyes, “it was just a tiny sip—”

“You reek of alcohol.”

“…A small jug, then.”

“Wangji found the evidence.”

“…Okay, maybe a medium jug—”

Qiren rubbing his forehead. Huaisang seems like he have a talent to add Qiren’s problems.

“Alcohol is strictly forbidden in the Cloud Recesses, Huaisang. You remembered the rules”

Huaisang pouted. “It’s not like I drink it every day…”

Qiren’s gaze darkened. “It is a rule nonetheless.”

Huaisang looked away. “Rules, rules, rules…” he muttered under his breath. “Whatever. I don't care. Fine. I’m the problem. You happy?”

Something in his tone made Qiren pause.

Whenever Huaisang breaks some rules, he always makes up excuses. Sure, he whines and complains about the punishment, but he never gets upset. Right now, Huaisang sounds like he's angry and mad. Brows furrowed and lips pouted, His red drunk face made him look angrier.

Lan Qiren, doing his part of being responsible, nodded his head, “Thank you, Wangji. You may rest. I’ll handle Huaisang’s punishment.”

“Thank you, Shufu.” Wangji bowed respectfully and finally, he left his uncle with the unruly disciple.

12.

“How much did you drink?” Qiren lifted the awkward silence in the air.

“…I don’t know,” Huaisang admitted, his voice smaller than before. “Please, don't ask me. I don't know how to count.”

“Did you drink because it was your birthday?”

Huaisang burst, “Of course, I won’t let my birthday go to waste! Xichen-ge was being silly, and you didn't indulge me. I thought I’d just spend my birthday alone, but your Wangji ruined it, too!”

To Qiren's absolute horror, Huaisang almost burst into tears. His voice sounds distressed, like a pilled-up emotion wanting to be released.

“I know I’m a disappointment! An embarrassment for the Nie Sect and dragging you down for being a bad student! I just— Today was special for me, okay… I wanted— I just want.”

Huaisang's barrier is not enough to hold all the bottled-up emotions. He was standing in front of Qiren, tears flooded like he couldn't bring himself to stop it. It was a loud wailing cry like a baby. 

If Lan Qiren is an esteemed teacher in front of other disciples, he might show no emotion. Criticize to restrain their emotion, upholding cultivators' strong and prideful title. Yet, this is Huaisang.

Huaisang who loved painting and appreciated beauty. Huaisang who was a spoiled Young Master from Qinghe Nie Sect. Huaisang who was weak from the cold and had a small posture. 

Lan Qiren was always a man who abided by strict law and order. He would take fierce action according to the rules, not even bending by the slightest emotion. 

However, the few months of private tutoring made him understand Huaisang a little bit better. 

Qiren sighed. Then, carefully, he stepped forward and rested a hand on Huaisang’s shoulder.

“Huaisang,” he said quietly, voice softer than before. Huaisang, sniffly and miserable, looked up.

The moment Qiren gently pulled him into an embrace, Huaisang broke down completely. He clung to Qiren’s robes, crying into his chest, his small hands shaking. He held him carefully, his large hand stroking slow, calming circles on his back.

“Lan xiansheng, you're so mean! Do you have to wait until today's end to hug me?”

Lan Qiren wanted to answer, but Huaisang's loud wail drowned his voice. Qiren nodded to himself, It's not the time to speak. What Huaisang needs the most is to let go of all his emotions first.

Huaisang buried his face in Lan Qiren's robes. The fine silk of Gusu would've been ruined by now, but Huaisang couldn't care less about teacher-student propriety right now.

Huaisang mumbled to himself, “—miss Da-ge.”

“Yes?”

“I miss Da-ge. The wine reminds me of Da-ge and home. I was sad.”

Qiren watched, helpless, as Huaisang’s shoulders trembled. Huaisang was always so bright and cheerful, not showing any sign of loneliness. He wondered how many other guest disciples considered Huaisang a friend. He never truly talked with anyone except Xichen and himself.

“Alright, I'm here now. You don't have to feel lonely anymore.”

13.

They stayed like that for a while.

Qiren said nothing, simply letting Huaisang cry. He clings to him like he used to with Lan Xichen. 

Qiren's only source of entertainment was his thoughts. He didn't remember the last time he embraced someone like this, probably when Wangji was a small baby that fit in his arm. When he started walking, he absolutely refused to be held by someone.

Huaisang's loud wail gradually softened. He left tired, tipsy, and emotionally drained. His face was messy, and his hair was crumpled like a bird's nest.

“Xiansheng…”

Qiren hummed.

Huaisang shifted, pressing his face deeper into Qiren’s robes.

“…You’re always so warm,” he mumbled sleepily.

Qiren’s heart skipped a beat. To his absolute disbelief, Huaisang snuggled closer. When Huaisang found himself cozy, he sighed contently.

“…M’gonna sleep here.”

Qiren blinked.

“…No, you are not. There's only one bed in my room.”

Huaisang was already half-asleep. It was like Qiren's problem was for Qiren to solve. Huaisang just wanted to sleep. Lan Qiren sighed. Then, he carefully adjusted Huaisang in his arms and carried him to his only bed.

Looking at Huaisang's peaceful face, Lan Qiren is scared for himself. He cannot even lecture and punish Huaisang properly. He let Huaisang cry on his arm and could not be mad because of it.

This boy held too much power and slowly became his greatest weakness.

Lan Qiren is doomed.

14.

The next morning, Huaisang woke up with a headache and a dry and uncomfortable mouth. A ray of sunshine passed through the window, already high enough.

The realization hit Huaisang as he saw the blanket pooling on his waist. He is not in his bed or his room. He is familiar with the study room, the usual place for his reviewing session.

It means he conquered his teacher’s bed. Fuck, then where was Lan Qiren sleep in? Seeing the sun to count the times, Lan Qiren really let him skip the morning lecture. 

Huaisang didn't remember last night's event. He remembered Wangji was being an ass to report him and was so angry and upset. He thought Lan Qiren was also there to witness him breaking down because of silly matters, such as a bad day on his birthday.

Fuck. Nie Huaisang groaned.

How embarrassing. Now, he didn't dare to face Lan Qiren. Who knows if he did more embarrassing stuff that he didn't remember? Lan Qiren is going to castrate him.

“You wake up, at last.”

Nie Huaisang winced, not ready to meet Lan Qiren. He was very thankful when it was not Lan Qiren, rather Xichen-ge walked in, holding a cup of tea and sweetened congee.

“Last night, I was concerned about hearing your loud cry. I was going to help, but Shufu was handling it well.” Xichen’s eyes twinkled knowingly.

“Gege, please tell me I didn't throw up on Lan-xiansheng or something like that.” Huaisang looked at him in horror.

The elder laughed, “Of course not. Actually, I was pretty impressed by how gentle Shufu is with you.”

“Huh….?”

“Tell me, A-Sang. How did you convince Shufu to hug and comfort you when you cry?” Xichen smiled leisurely.

“I did that?!”

“You didn't? Then, Shufu goes beyond my expectations. He surprised me by letting you sleep on his bed, skipping morning saber practice and lecture. He also sends me here to give you breakfast.”

Nie Huaisang was in hell.

It was not because of the pounding headache, the dry mouth, or the fact that his entire body felt sore.

It was because how would he face Lan Qiren after acting like a… 

Huaisang didn't know the better wording. Why must there be a Lan Qiren who comforts him during his most vulnerable time?

Huaisang let out a strangled whimper, curling further under his blanket. Maybe if he stayed here long enough, he’d simply disappear and Lan Qiren wouldn’t remember he existed.

“A-Sang, don't get comfortable in Shufu’s bed, please,” Xichen laughed amusedly.

“I AM NOT!” Huaisang is very grumpy, Lan Xichen didn't make it better.

“Then quick, finish your breakfast. You still need to face the punishment. I will be supervising you.”

Huaisang trembled. Smuggling and drinking alcohol is considered a heavy prohibition. Usually, it relates to physical punishment. This will be the first time he’ll be punished in the discipline hall.

15.

Nie Huaisang was suffering. His hangover was mostly subdued after drinking the tea. It’s also not because of his eternal shame of last night's events. He was suffering because Lan Xichen made him practice something he absolutely hated.

Huaisang groaned loudly. He dramatically slumped forward, his saber slipping from his exhausted grip. Now, he really misses Lan Qiren’s warm blanket.

“It doesn’t count if you did it unseriously like that.” Xichen watched nearby with quiet amusement.

“May I rest, Xichen-ge? I promise I will finish the one hundred strikes by the night.”

“Absolutely not. Keep focused. You are not even reaching fifty strikes yet.”

“I’m really going to die here~” Huaisang whined.

Xichen chuckled, “Count your blessings. Shufu was quite generous in not summoning you in the Discipline Hall, A-Sang.”

“I prefer writing the rules, gege. At least I can sit around and not sweat like this,” Huaisang pouted.

“Shufu told me to make sure you’re doing the practice well so all the toxins from the alcohol could be removed. It’s for your benefit, okay?”

“I still hate saber practice!”

“Oh yeah? How surprising, you didn’t change at all.”

The doors to the backyard field slammed open. When Huaisang saw who had just entered, his soul left his body. Nie Mingjue, towering and imposing, stood at the entrance. His arms crossed, eyes narrowed as he looked at Huaisang in dismay.

At first, Huaisang’s face brightened. Then he remembered he was in a punishment session. He immediately paled.

“D-da-ge—”

“A-Sang.” Mingjue’s voice was sharp, disapproving. The hidden question of ‘ what have you done?’ can be heard clearly. Huaisang squeaked.

“I can explain, Da-ge—”

“I don’t need to waste my time hearing your lame excuses. Sect Leader Lan already told me all about it.”

Yikes. Da-ge being here adds to his life problems and, pray not, punishments.

“Here I thought, visiting you on your birthday would motivate you to study harder. I was late because of the North Storms. I suppose it was a warning for me because you made so much trouble for yourself, Sect Leader Lan, and even Xichen here.”

All Huaisang’s worry was forgotten for a while, “Da-ge planned to visit me?”

“Hmph! I don’t think a poor student like you deserves any gifts, though…”

“Not fair! You can clearly see I’m practicing my saber!”

“Xichen, how many?”

“Twenty-six,” Xichen answered eagerly.

“Finish before the sun sets. If not, I’ll return to Qinghe with your new paper fans.”

Nie Mingjue didn’t leave Huaisang any space for negotiation. After the ultimatum, he goes back to where he came from. Closing the door with so much force, a wind brushed Huaisang.

“Let’s continue. We don’t want to keep Mingjue waiting all day.” Lan Xichen smiles encouragingly. Huaisang could only grumble, defeated by the ultimatum.

16.

“Thank you for coming. I tried sending an invitation to Sect Leader Nie, but he came faster than expected.”

“I was on the way to Gusu Lan when the message came. May I inquire as to the reason for your invitation?”

Lan Qiren took a slow sip of his tea. A long, heavy silence floated in the air. Mingjue is patient with it. “Something about Huaisang.”

Here it comes. Mingjue knew the Could Recesses would complain about his little brother sooner or later. He was mentally prepared before Sect Leader Lan showed him a list of the rules Huaisang had broken during his stay.

“I am pretty much aware of Huaisang’s behavior. Sect Leader, I apologize in the name of the Nie sect for burdening you heavily.”

“I must admit that Huaisang is a lazy student who hates cultivation and likes to ‘cause little mischief. However, He was not the unruliest student I ever taught.”

Mingjue snorted, “You don’t have to sugar-coat it, Sect Leader Lan. He was not the most brilliant even in his own Nie Sect.”

“He has talent in art, though it would be useless for politics. He can review the lectures and remember all the 3000 Gusu Lan rules. I don’t understand why he’s lazy in studying even though he’s very capable?”

“That I do not understand. He’s been having a great time, which is making me stressed over his behavior.” Mingjue gulped his own tea.

Lan Qiren. Nie Mingjue. Two powerful, most respectable Sect Leaders. Both of them were sighing heavily, facing the same problem. Only one Nie Huaisang can keep two powerful men on their edges like this.

“To be honest, that’s not the main reason why I called you here.”

“Did Sect Leader Lan need something from me?”

“Yesterday, Huaisang broke one of the rules for smuggling alcohol. He was already drunk when I interrogated him. He was upset and crying because he missed his big brother.”

There’s so much going on in Mingjue’s brain. He already planned to march out of the room to find his didi. This unruly boy is not even reaching mature age, yet he dares to drink wine in the Cloud Recesses, where alcohol is strictly forbidden. 

However, the reason his didi drank in the first place almost struck his heart. He did try to surprise Huaisang, but who knows if he was that upset when Da-ge seemed to forget his little brother’s birthday.

That was the last conclusion. Sect Leader Lan? Immediately asking Nie Mingjue to come just because his didi cried wanting to meet his big brother?

“I’m sorry, but do you need to do that?”

“Sect Leader Nie must come for an important matter. I’m sorry to trouble you, but your little brother needs you. He must feel lonely here. He doesn’t even make friends outside Lan Xichen. Seeing a familiar face would make him very happy.” 

Nie Mingjue was stunned. He didn’t know Sect Leader Lan had this softness in him.

“Where is A-Sang?”

“The backyard field to receive punishment. I asked Lan Xichen to assist Huaisang in doing one hundred saber strikes.”

Nie Mingjue finished his tea, “Alright, I must check on him.”

“Right now, Sect Leader Nie? How about your important matter? You may explain it briefly, and let’s see if I can help you with that while waiting for you and Huaisang.”

“Nie Huaisang’s birthday is an important matter!” Mingjue said gruffly.

Lan Qiren blinked at Mingjue, who said as if it was very dumb of him to question it. It turns out that Qiren didn’t need to send an invitation to summon Mingjue.  He is witnessing the fierce love of an overprotective big brother. 

Even though Lan Qiren drinks his tea calmly, his heart and brain are not so much. He didn’t know if Huaisang having a Da-ge with brother issues, a powerful Sect Leader, would be suitable for his benefit or trouble him even more.

17.

Nie Mingjue was waiting for Huaisang in the guest room, accompanied by an unnamed Lan disciple who hadn’t talked much. 

When Huaisang forced himself into the guest room, the sun was already past the highest point to the west. He sat down beside Mingjue and weighed all his weight on his big brother.

“Get off, you heavy little brat.”

“Da-geeee, I feel sore all over! I’m afraid I can't move my limbs for the next three days.”

Mingjue exhaled sharply, listening to all his little brother’s complaints, such as how heavy the saber was (it's lighter than any Nie saber), how cruel Xichen-ge was (Xichen is the softest soul Mingjue has ever known), how he feels all his bone are broken (he practiced for only six hours).

Mingjue is already used to didi’s dramatic remarks, so he lets him complain as much as he wants.

After a few minutes of whining, Huaisang was considered enough. He flop onto Da-ge's lap with exaggerated heavy limbs. Mingjue, without a word, tossed a rectangle package on Huiasang’s stomach. He still does it carefully, though. He knows how fragile Huaisang's trinket is. Wouldn't want to make his didi cry after the efforts to find this thing.

“What’s this, Da-ge?” Huaisang blinked.

Mingjue grunted. “Didn’t you say you wanted a paper fan with snowy mountain scenery and white flower paintings to match Gusu vibes? Too specific, I had a hard time trying to find this shit.”

“Oh, Da-ge!!” Huaisang opened the premium packaging, picked up the fan, and unfolded it.

It was beautiful. Fine, elegant craftsmanship, a handle carved from sturdy ebony wood, paper painted with a simple but striking mountain scene, and delicate white flowers spreading across the fan.

“I couldn't come on time, but happy birthday, A-Sang.”

Huaisang sniffled. He threw himself forward, hugging Da-ge's neck and clinging tightly.

“You- You're evil. I spent my last night messy, drunk, and crying because you didn't leave any message!”

Mingjue grunted, “Serve you right. You are not to drink alcohol before coming of age. When will you stop being dramatic!”

Huaisang hugged him harder as revenge for being scolded. It was a silent attempt to strangle his Da-ge, but with his tired limbs and Da-ge’s immovable body, all went to a useless effort.

“…I missed you, Da-ge. Missed you and Qinghe.”

Mingjue froze. He closed his eyes and sighed when Huaisang became eerily silent and upset.

“…Hn.”

In the rare moment, he tenderly hugged Huaisang back. Despite the heavy exterior deep inside, Mingjue also missed having a loud little brother running in the hall to escape saber practices. 

18.

Lan Xichen accompanied Nie Mingjue when Huaisang needed to return for a communal dinner. 

“You could have written him a letter, you know. I would also like to welcome my dearest friend.”

Mingjue grumbled. “I really should have if he ended up drunk and punished like this.”

Xichen laughed softly. Mingjue is awkward and confused when he tries to show his care for A-Sang. It always amused him because he knew Mingjue’s love for his little brother was pure and dedicated.

“Shufu mentioned this morning that he sent you an urgent invitation.”

Mingjue grimaces, “Yeah, about that. I also want to know. What the hell is happening with your uncle?”

“What do you want to know?” Xichen has an idea of what this is all about.

“I have this weird feeling. It's not that bad, but I was confused as hell. Xichen, your uncle invited me because Huaisang said that he missed me. What is this affectionate feeling I got from Sect Leader Lan?”

“I agree. He seems to do that. Shufu is quite invested in A-Sang’s education. He personally helped A-Sang to study and successfully dragged him to do saber practice.”

“How and why?”

“I still don't understand why A-Sang is special to him, but at the very least, I think he considered Huaisang as a friend.”

“Huh? You think that strictly old man would enjoy Huaisang's company?” Mingjue raised a skeptical brow.

“Well, He enjoyed painting with A-Sang. Your little brother is always attentive and secretly brilliant, so I think Shufu enjoyed talking with him. It’s maybe also the same as me, you know.” Xichen nodded with realization.

“You mean you with A-Sang?”

Xichen looked far too entertained. “I always think that A-Sang is a breath of fresh air, and you agree with me on this.”

Mingjue would rather die than admit it to Huaisang's face, though.

“You said that A-Sang is an adorable emotional support pet who is always clinging to you, demanding attention so you can be distracted from stress and work. Are you saying that Sect Leader Lan found comfort when talking with Huaisang?”

“Despite being pristine and composed, Shufu also has limits. Talking harmless topics with innocent youth may heal them from the heavy responsibility they carry.”

Mingjue came to an understanding. Xichen is still giving him a look.

“What? Is there anything else to say?”

“I might want to warn you, though… I’m not really sure, and it's still not a concerning situation regarding my Shufu and A-Sang’s relationship—”

Mingjue paused.

“A-Sang spent the night in Shufu's room yesterday. Though it was because of his drunk condition, Shufu’s fondness for A-Sang is growing rapidly.”

Mingjue didn't like the direction this was taking, “A-Sang is still young, and your Shufu has been unmarried for all his life! It’s not going to happen!”

Once, they talked about Huaisang making friends with a literal Sect Leader. The next, they talked about Huaisang's potential romantic relationship. Mingjue's day couldn't get any wilder than this.

“That's why I said it's a warning!! I know for now it's not going to happen, but when it does really happen, please don't be surprised or castrate them.” Xichen looked at him helplessly.

Mingjue thinks it's ridiculous, so he’ll just blame it on Xichen's anxiety. His didi is a free-spirited soul like his pretty birds. At the very least, he won't commit himself to marrying a disciplined old man.

“Shufu has been behaving weirdly, and A-Sang has become more comfortable around Shufu. I don't know what happened between them, but if A-Sang feels uncomfortable, I will handle it.”

Mingjue sighed one last time. Why is there always something to be concerned about every time he meets Huaisang?

“Relax. A-Sang won't do anything he doesn't want to do. Sect Leader Lan is a respectable man. If it comes to terms, I believe he will handle it maturely.”

19.

Nie Mingjue stayed the next day because the previous night's discussion with Xichen was reaching past midnight. Lan Xichen offered him to meditate in Gusu Lake, which was rich with yin energy. It's a good treatment to appease his ever-savage saber spirit. Mingjue could really use a relaxing bath.

After rewarding himself with a peaceful bath, Mingjue intended to check on Huaisang. He had been walking through Cloud Recesses before finding him in a small pavilion. What he saw nearly sent him into qi deviation.

Across the courtyard, seated at a quiet pavilion, were Lan Qiren and Nie Huaisang.

“Lan xiansheng, I don't feel like drawing. May I review the lecture while lying down?”

“Then review without painting. Manage good posture.”

“Ugh, an exchange for an exchange. If I can’t do what I want, I won't do what Lan xiansheng wants.”

Lan Qiren eyed him with contempt, “You must review. There's a weekly quiz tomorrow, and you skipped two lessons.”

They stared each other for a few seconds. Lan Qiren knowing he would eventually lose, sighed tiredly. “Fine, you may lay down for now.”

Huaisang beamed at his victory. He then lay on his side, head resting on Lan Qiren’s thigh.

“Why are you down there?!”

“Where else am I supposed to lie down? This bench is too small.”

“There's another bench on the opposite side.”

“That's too far.” Huaisang’s measurement of distance is literally the distance of a single table. Lan Qiren's vein popped on his forehead.

“Start to recite. Don't waste time.”

“Spiritual energy is a fundamental essence that sustains life in all living matters, from the smallest living creature to nature itself, and in the bigger cosmos—”

Lan Qiren calmly turned the pages of what he considered the material book. His stoic, unreadable, ever-pristine being is very inspiring.

Only if Nie Mingjue didn't watch how Qiren’s hand reached out absentmindedly, running his hand to his didi’s hair on his thigh, then tenderly stopped on his ear. Mingjue's fight or flight response is to confront the situation before anything else blows Mingjue's mind.

20.

“You seem comfortable.”

Lan Qiren’s hand stilled. He needs Huaisang to sit on his own and not sleep on his lap in front of the overprotective big brother. Unfortunately, Lan Qiren would bear the judgment because Huaisang really didn't have the sense to move.

Huaisang looked up to see Mingjue and smiled, “Da-ge is here to save me from my study session?”

“You are not to escape and fail another weekly test.” Lan Qiren said in firm tone.

Somehow, when Lan Qiren thought he would save the situation by maintaining a dignified teacher act, he seemed even worse by implying he didn't want Huaisang to leave his lap.

Mingjue paused.

“Yes. I’ll also be here to see your progress in your studies.”

Nie Mingjue sat across the table. His imposing stare was digging holes through Qiren’s being. This Sect Leader was younger yet managed to make Qiren feel like a crime offender.

“Leave me alone with Lan xiansheng! You're just going to criticize my study!”

Lan Qiren coughed, “Would you like some tea, Sect Leader Nie?”

“Yes, please.”

So, Qiren serves the tea. When Mingjue sees the other condiments on the tray, he almost throws up because there were dried berries in one of the small pots. That's Huaisang's favorite condiments.

Mingjue sighed. Deeply. He looked at Qiren carefully.

“What is your opinion on pursuing a too much young person?”

Lan Qiren stilled, “I believe having a youth around would make you feel less burdened with their innocent and genuine kindness. However, dealing with emotion, especially love, is no simple matter.”

“So you have no intention to pursue someone out of love?”

“That is an unknown emotion I never experienced before. Even if there's growing fondness, I'll nurture it patiently before making it known,” Qiren said carefully with respect.

“You're someone who follows ethical behavior and respects social hierarchy. Is there nothing to be afraid of people's judgment?”

“People talk all the time, but the heart only chooses what is true. All I should care about is if it's accepted by the chosen one and their closest family.” Qiren met his gaze evenly.

Mingjue studied him for the longest period of Lan Qiren's life. Qiren didn't know why he should be nervous. It's not like he's actively pursuing Huaisang, yet they discuss it as if Lan Qiren will do it in the future.

“Then I don’t have any objection as long as he was happy with the person he chose.”

“Wait, who are we talking about? Is Da-ge seeking relationship advice? Lan xiansheng is going to marry?”

Mingjue crossed his arms and grunted, “No one! Go back to your study.”

Huaisang pouted because of being left out by the adults talking. 

“A-Sang.”

“Yes, Da-ge?”

“When you choose someone in the future, make sure to think it carefully, yeah?”

“Why suddenly it's about my marriage?! It’s not me who's pressured by the aunties to get married!!”

Nie Mingjue pretended he didn't hear by not-so-calmly drinking his tea.

21.

Nie Huaisang was a force if he needed to be. Right now, he was getting bored out of his mind and needed distraction. So, when he heard from the Xichen that Lan Qiren would leave the Cloud Recesses and head down the mountain to Caiyi Town, what's better entertainment than following him along?

It's not usual that Lan Qiren is personally running errands down the Caiyi Town. He mostly stays in the lecture hall, teaching disciples, attending Sect matters, and meeting other Sect delegations.

He needs to pick up a remarkable relic from a renowned antique shop. The shop owner is a stingy businessman who won't sell his most high-graded items to ordinary cultivators even if they bring jade tokens.

Lan Qiren thought it was going to be a quick, efficient walk. If only he were not being followed by a very curious being. He had heard the quiet, careful steps trailing behind like a kitten waiting to be picked up by his chosen human.

Lan Qiren sighed deeply before he turned around.

“Nie Huaisang.”

Hausaing flinched a second, not expecting Lan Qiren to single him out at the moment. He then covers it up with a wide grin.

“Greetings, Lan xiansheng. What a coincidence!”

“Nonsense. I hear you ever since the stairs down the town.”

Huaisang laughed shamelessly, “Well, I just thought I’d keep you company.”

“Your company is not needed. Have you even finished your homework yet?”

“I was going to, but when I heard you're going to Caiyi Town, I got worried. What if Lan xiansheng feels lonely going there all by himself? And what if you're lost in the town since you have never been in a crowded place like that? Not to mention how scary it would be if you got kidnapped?”

If there was a kidnap or murder attempt, Lan Qiren was more than capable of handling it on his own. He's probably the one who’s going to protect Huaisang. Also, Lan Qiren has been building and visiting Caiyi Town for the past decades. Huaisang, who's a guest disciple mainly living in the Cloud Recesses for the past months, won't be any help.

“You’re not invited and definitely not supposed to be here.”

“Then you should’ve gotten rid of me from the mountain, xiansheng. I’m here now, so you're responsible for keeping me around~ Let’s go, I know the best steam bun vendor!”

22.

The antique shop is a quiet, respectable establishment famous for cultivation. It displays some of the most useful ancient relics, powerful talismans, and scrolls filled with spirit or qi energy.

“Greetings, Sect Leader Lan. I didn't expect you to bring some company.”

The shop owner was familiar with Lan Qiren. He paid great respect to Sect Leader Lan, as he was the one who helped him rebuild the second antique shop after it was raided by rogue cultivators.

“You don't have to mind him. He’s just my little shadow.”

The shop owner laughed while preparing Lan Qiren's order.

Lan Qiren ignored Huaisang, at first. Focuses more on the shop owner’s explanation of how the mechanic works. After a while, Qiren was puzzled by the lack of mindless yapping.

The unusual behavior only means something bad. Either Huaisang broke things and was scared to confess, or Huaisang was up to something, which are both definitely not a good sign.

Lan Qiren turned around to find him. What surprised him was how Huaisang looked engrossed in an engraved fan display. Huaisang's head turned left and right, trying to make sense of the intricate carvings and some mechanics installed in the fan because no ordinary fan was being sold there.

“Does the fan interest you, Young Master?” The shop owner noticed Huaisang's fascination.

“I really want to know how you could install a sharp metal stick between the fan.”

“Well, it does require high craftsmanship. No ordinary cultivator can make something like that.”

Lan Qiren's face turned sour, “What does that imply, Master Luo?”

The shop owner is now looking bewildered at Qiren.

“He's my disciple, and if he wishes to learn about something, he’s allowed to get the knowledge.”

“Apologies to respected Sect Leader Lan. I didn't mean to insult your little disciple. I was just trying to sell the special fan to the young master. I’m sure it would fit on him.”

“You greedy businessman.”

“Well, isn't that my job?”

The shop owner exhaled a sigh of relief. It was never his intention to disrespect Lan Qiren. He had been one of his most trusted friends for a long time, so he was surprised by how protective Qiren was of the young disciple.

“Add the fan to the bill and put it in a different package,” Lan Qiren whispered silently, just enough for Master Luo to hear.

“I’ll do it right away, Sect Leader Lan.”

Before the shop owner went to the warehouse basement, he glanced back at the young disciple. A little young master who looked delicate and enjoyed fine arts, his bright brown eyes sometimes brushed against the curtain of black hair.

Master Luo has so many questions to ask the Sect Leader Lan.

23.

As they left the antique shop, Huaisang kept stealing glances at Lan Qiren. He pressed his lips together like he was holding back a smile.

“Lan xiansheng, aren't you hungry?”

“Our errands are done. We need to go back to the Cloud Recesses.”

“It's already time for communal lunch! If we return now, we might be left only with the soup with no veggies!” Huaisang gasped, terrified.

“I’ll ask the kitchen to make something. Let's go back, Huiasang.”

“Tsk. tsk. tsk. You're no fun, Lan xiansheng. We're already in Caiyi, and there's so many options on the menu.”

Lan Qiren started to regret not sending Huaisang back to the mountain.

“I know this underrated dumpling house that serves high-quality food. I highly recommend the Xiao Long Bao—”

“Alright. Just show me the way.”

Huaisang laughed in delight. He dragged Lan Qiren by his hand to the dumpling house. Qiren started to meditate when Huaisang’s much smaller hand held his calloused hand. Thank god the feast house is not that far, or Qiren would deviate on the spot.

“Finally! A break at last!!”

Huaisang sighed dramatically as they settled at a table near the window, where the scent of freshly steamed buns and dumplings lingered in the air. He fluttered his fan with exaggerated ease.

Qiren raised a brow. "You hardly had any right to complain.”

“Ah. Ah. Lan xiansheng, being tired and hungry is the fundamental reason to enjoy a meal~.”

Lan Qiren couldn't understand the logic.

When the server arrived, Qiren ordered a simple bowl of delicate dumplings floating in a clear broth. Huaisang, on the other hand, ordered a basket full of little soup dumplings. Huaisang eagerly picked up his chopsticks and ate the bursting dumplings. Some of the juicy soup smeared near his lips, making the red plump look shiny and wet.

A steam from the dumpling breathed out of his mouth. Despite the heat, Huaisang didn't complain but instead moaned in delight. Lan Qiren couldn't stand it all and took out his napkin. He reached out before his brain could comprehend it. He wiped off the excessive oily soup on Huaisang's cheek.

“Careful when eating soup dumplings. I don't want you to burn your tongue and make a mess like this.”

Huaisang froze and stared at his master in disbelief. Noticing the red blush on Huaisang's face, Qiren immediately withdrew his hand.

“I’ll put the napkin here. Clean yourself after eating.”

Huaisang was too stunned to speak. He could only nod to acknowledge it. After that, Qiren didn't say a single word and just calmly ate his dumplings.

The silence made Huaisang’s brain speak too loud. All he could think about was how Lan xiansheng protectively defended him from an insult. So even though Huaisang is a weak, lazy cultivator, Lan xiansheng still considered him as his disciple and took him seriously when Huaisang wanted to know more about the fan.

It was all too sweet and clear that Lan Qiren cared for him well. Is it Huaisang’s fault if his heart beat a little bit faster because of the attention Lan Qiren spared for him?

Huaisang sneakily stared back at Lan xiansheng from the side of his eye. He was done with his dumplings and now enjoying the tea for refreshments. He was quiet and composed, with not a single notion of imperfection. It's too much different from Huaisang's own mess. 

Huaisang ate his last soup dumpling while mourning for himself. It's ridiculous, and Huaisang must be imagining things that shouldn't have happened in the first place.

24.

When they walked back, heading the Cloud Recesses side by side, it was afternoon. None of them talked much after the incidents in the dumpling house. It’s usually Huaisang who talks in their relationship, and now that he was thinking so much, there was not much conversation Lan Qiren could make.

Huaisang twirled his fan before hesitantly saying, “Lan xiansheng, thank you so much for today.”

“Mn. Me as well.”

“I know you should be angry when I tag along, so thank you for tolerating me. I enjoyed the time, and we should come to Caiyi Town more often.”

That Lan Qiren paused, “To avoid your studies?”

“No! I mean, probably. Hey, it doesn't matter. I just like spending time with you outside. It's refreshing after the constant routine in the Cloud Recesses.”

Qiren froze. Something in his chest twisted. Suddenly, he did not know what to do with himself.

“Alright, Lan xiansheng. See you in tomorrow's morning lecture!”

“Don't forget to do your homework.”

“Yes, xiansheng.” Huaisang smiled softly.

Lan Qiren stared at Huaisang, who walked away to the guest disciples' hall. His figure gradually became smaller, further away, swallowed by the sunset’s shadow.

Lan Qiren clenched tight on the fan package hidden inside his sleeves. He couldn't bring himself to do it.

25.

The Cloud Recesses frequently hosted night hunts for the guest disciples. This was to give them real hands-on experience fighting fierce corpses. They also encouraging collaboration between different sects so they could learn and adapt to different styles of cultivation.

Nie Huaisang joined reluctantly, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else.

Lan Qiren was leading the guest disciples. He stood before them, arms crossed with a calm but firm expression.

“We will move in groups of five to seven. A senior Lan disciple will assist you. Even if you're all capable of fighting and we’re in the safe perimeter, do not wander off alone, as we never know what's hidden in the darkness.”

Then, he carefully assigned the teams, making sure that all the sects were divided equally. For the Nie he needed in his group, he chose Nie Huaisang.

It was completely logical. Though he started practicing sabers, his fighting ability was still below the other cultivators his age. He needed extra protection and wouldn't bother other Lan senior disciples to handle the rather difficult student.

Of course, it was not because of favoritism. Lan Qiren is a fair and impartial teacher—at least, he tried to be.

26.

The hunt began smoothly.

Lan Qiren’s group moved through the dense forest, tracking the source of lingering resentful energy. The disciples under his responsibility were quiet and alert, except for one walking with his back slumped forward exaggeratedly.

Huaisang sighed heavily, which made Jin Zixun snap, “Could you stop doing that? I can't focus if you keep complaining like that!”

Huaisang whined quietly, waving his fan. “We’ve been walking forever. Spare me because I’m not the strongest like you all.”

“Shut up. You have been walking for less than an hour.”

“Forever.”

Qiren rubbed his temple. He had put the prideful Jin Zixun on his team so he wouldn't disturb other disciples, but the way Zixun always picked up fights with whoever he could was starting to make him feel dizzy.

 “Alright, you're both are too loud—”

Before he could finish, something moved in the shadows, sneaking from behind like it was waiting for the right moment to attack.

“Look out!”

The fierce lunged at the two occupied boys. Jin Zixun managed to counter it, yet Huaisang is a different matter.

He barely had time to react. One moment, Jin Zixun verbally challenged him. The next, something massive crashed through the trees, swiping at him with long, pointed nails.

A rush of wind flashed before Huaisang's eyes, and suddenly, a pristine white-blue robe stood between Huaisang and the fierce corpse.

Lan Qiren, wearing a cold expression, struck the corpse with his sword. The corpse let out a horrible screeching cry.

Something weird happened right after the corpse was defeated. From its horrible, tattered body, a gust of smoke came out.

With his sleeves, Lan Qiren quickly closed his eyes, nose, and mouth. However, this was not enough to escape the smoke. It spread quickly, and he could only hold Huaisang tightly before the smoke blinded his sight.

The smoke didn't stop spreading and became a suffocating miasma. They couldn't even see their other group partner.

27.

The night hunt had gone terribly wrong. Lan Qiren couldn't even know what it was all about. His strongest hypothesis is that the corpse was a facade of a monster stronger than they usually deal with.

The miasma was too thick and suffocating, and despite Lan Qiren’s vast experience, the unpredictable terrain made every movement a challenge. Lan Qiren could only wish for the other disciples to stay together and survive the miasma.

Something screeched around them. Lan Qiren cautiously drew the sword, waiting for the thing to attack. Massive limbs that looked like a savage yao emerged from the miasma. Lan Qiren struck again, but the skin was so thick he could only scratch it.

“Let's escape the yao and miasma for now.” Huaisang nodded and quickly followed Qiren's steps.

Nie Huaisang stumbled as he struggled to keep up, the oppressive fog making his limbs feel heavy. His breath came in short, panicked gasps as he followed the flicking blue-white robes. The growls of the thing behind them sent a shudder through his already trembling frame.

“Huaisang, stay focused!” Lan Qiren commanded, his voice sharp despite the haze surrounding them.

Huaisang couldn't focus anymore. His foot caught on an uneven stone. Before he could brace himself, the ground beneath him gave way, and he plunged into the cold, murky depths of a swamp hidden within the mist.

“Nie Huaisang!”

Lan Qiren was there in an instant. He flew on his sword and pulled Huaisang out of the swamp. Huaisang coughed violently as he gulped down a mouthful of murky swamp water.

Lan Qiren frowned as he landed on the ground. He eyed the swamp suspiciously as he spread a white powder on its water surface.

He watched as the water's surface violently shook. He was careful not to let the water splash onto their robes. A minute later, the chaos stopped. Many Gu worms were floating on the swamp’s surface with no sign of life.

Lan Qiren's heart sank as he glanced back at Huaisang, who had drowned and most probably accidentally drank the water.

“How do you feel, Huaisang?”

“Cold.. my body feels a bit weird.” Nie Huaisang’s shoulder trembled because of the wet robes.

“Let's hide in that cave first. Safety is our priority now.”

Lan Qiren guided Huaisang to the lake. Suddenly, Huaisang swayed unsteadily, clutching at his chest.

“How weird, my body is suddenly hot all over?”

Lan Qiren caught him before he could collapse. Pressing a hand to Huaisang’s temple, his frown deepened. The heat was unnatural. He needed to examine Huaisang’s body. When they arrived at the secluded cave, the air inside was cool but dry. Lan Qiren laid Huaisang down against the soft surface of the ground before using a lighting talisman.

“Take off your clothes.” Lan Qiren demanded. “I think the water was poisonous, and you’re drenched wet. Here, I will lend you my outer robe.”

“Yes, xiansheng.” Huaisang nodded obediently.

Huaisang hid behind a massive rock, and started to peel off his wet clothes. He changed into Lan xiansheng’ bigger, softer, and dry robe. Huaisang tried not to inhale the calm wooden scent on it too much.

Lan Qiren was stunned to see Huaisang in his robe. He scolded himself. Now is not the time to admire the blue-white color on Huaisang's body. The sleeves so much longer indicating their size difference, and it's his robe, and his scent engulfed Huaisang right now.

“Sit here. I'm going to check on your meridians.”

Nie Huaisang offered his right hand. Using his two fingers, Lan Qiren pressed it into the wrist, probing Huaisang’s inner constitution and the flow of qi.

Gu worms were particularly creatures that fed on spiritual energy and could be parasitic if fed to other living beings. There are many types of Gu worms. One can heal sickness, and the other is poisonous enough to kill faster than swords can.

The easiest ways to know is to find where the Gu worms are located inside the host’s body. Lan Qiren cursed when he found the wiggling creatures lying in Huaisang's lower stomach. The worms were restless and hungry. It intensified Huaisang's body heat, asking for something they needed the most.

“I have an idea for removing the Gu worms, but it's going to be uncomfortable. You're allowed to refuse if you don’t want to.”

Lan Qiren looked at him pitifully. He tenderly brushes damp strands of hair away from his feverish face. His hands felt like frozen jade on Huaisang’s skin, which made him shiver.

Nie Huaisang whimpered, gripping Lan Qiren’s arm with a trembling hand. “What can I do?”

Qiren’s heart clenched at the sight. He's too vulnerable, shaking violently, looking at him with complete trust. He feels like a savage monster to even think of doing something like that to his delicate body.

Lan Qiren touched the loose robe around the waist. He carefully opened it and pressed his hand to Huaisang's bare stomach. “There are many restless Gu worms here. It asked to be fed on pleasure. That's why they adjust your body like this. Too hot, needy, and wet. Can you follow the idea?”

Huaisang was not that innocent. He had too many yellow books in his secret vault. There's one scenario where the one being penetrated self-lubricates himself in the ass. Huaisang could never imagine that it could happen in real life, and he really is experiencing it right now.

“I-is Lan xiansheng going to do it?”

“I will do it only as long as they need to feed on my inserted liquid. I’ll push them deeper so the Gu worms can come out quicker with your spend.”

The mental image of the procedure made Huaisang blush furiously. 

Lan Qiren studied Huaisang’s face. “If it really makes you uncomfortable, I can think of another way. Though, it won’t be as quickly as this.”

“I don't know, xiansheng!” Huaisang stressed as he buried his burning forehead on Qiren’s shoulder.

“I just can't stand having these disgusting worms infecting my body. Can. I.. Is it okay with Lan xiansheng?” Huaisang looks at his teacher with teary eyes.

Lan Qiren gulped. He needed to calmed down this burning sensation. 

“Silly child. I am not the one who you should be concerned about.”

28.

“It’s unbearable,” Huaisang whined, now pressing his whole body into Lan Qiren. His body sought any form of relief that Qiren needed to hold him still before the beast inside him awoke.

Lan Qiren swallowed hard, his composed facade barely holding. This was inappropriate in so many ways. He was Huaisang’s teacher. His elder who was supposed to be the one guiding him well. 

Ever since that decisive day of privately tutoring Huaisang, he had been falling to the lower hell and to be continued. There's nothing lower than purposely sticking his manhood into his own students’ ass.

And yet, seeing the younger man in such distress, flushed and desperate, made something profound in his chest tighten painfully.

Lan Qiren could not hesitate for a fraction of a second. He could not let anything happen to Huaisang. No matter the method, he would keep him alive even if said method deserved Sect Leader Nie to chop off his head.

Nie Huaisang clenched tighter to his chest. It made Qiren’s protective urge to hold him tighter, hiding Huaisang's small body from all the harm in this world. 

The sticky, translucent liquid produced in Huaisang made everything go smoothly. Qiren didn't put so much effort into pushing himself deeper. Huaisang made beautiful noises, and those clear, beady tears went straight to Qiren's manhood.

Qiren was determined to finish it quickly to reduce Huaisang's back pain. Dual cultivating in a damp cave with low lighting and a solid rock wall was not exactly ideal. Qiren made sure he reached the deepest part inside Huaisang before shooting so much white semen.

Huaisang's legs trembled by the stimulation. It takes little time for him to follow Qiren's actions. Another liquid came out from a reddish stick with a loud moan. Huaisang slumped on his chest. His spent dirtying Qiren's inner robe.

The outer robe Qiren's borrowed to him was also all rumpled, falling gracefully on Huaisang's elbow. His neck, skin, and a shy peek of soft stomach were on display. Lan Qiren poured another powder on Huaisang's liquid products. In its sticky white thing, there were many unmoving Gu worms. Qiren breathed heavily in a sign of relief.

29.

The Night Hunt still went successfully despite the trouble. Apparently, the miasma signaled other senior disciples, who then came to help subdue the creature that had been chasing Lan Qiren and Nie Huaisang to safety.

The creature was a mid-type yao beast that could change appearance and used miasma to hide its body and confuse its victims. The swamp filled with the Gu worms was immediately purified. 

The closest they can get is that someone was dumb enough to dump their Gu worms on the swamp, either knowingly or accidentally. The Gu worms were disturbing the swamp ecosystems, making them poisonous. Thankfully, after careful tending to the dead worms, the swamp's ecosystems can slowly return to normal.

The only problem left was to take care of Huaisang's exhausted body. Lan Xichen was going to ask what happened to them, but then he saw the rumpled blue-white robe on Huaisang's body. It was too big for him, and it was pretty clear who it belonged to. Lan Qiren's rushed walk to the healing lake was enough to stop Xichen from any following questions.

Qiren slowly, measuredly removed Huaisang’s robe. Huaisang’s skin was soft, and his frame was smaller than it seemed beneath the many layers of his usual robes. He had never allowed himself to dwell on such things before, but now, with Huaisang clinging to him, warm breath ghosting over his neck, it was impossible not to notice.

Nie Huaisang felt tender hands massaging his sore muscles. He felt like floating in the air, light, weightless, surrounded by something warm and soothing. His body felt light and weightless. He was surrounded by something warm and soothing. Slowly, his eyes fluttered open. The first thing he saw was Lan Qiren.

“Lan xiansheng…” Huaisang’s fingers curled into his robes, and his voice cracked.

Lan Qiren let out a slow breath before wrapping his arms firmly around the younger man, allowing Huaisang to burrow into his embrace.

“It’s all done,” he murmured, voice uncharacteristically soft. “You’re going to be okay.”

The sound of Huaisang’s even breaths filled the air. He passed out once again, but now he didn't have to worry because he was safe and warm and there was someone to protect him.

Lan Qiren exhaled heavily. Tonight, for the first time in years, he felt something that had been long forgotten in a world that expected him to be other-worldly perfect. He had seen many injuries in his lifetime, treated many of them and bandaged many wounds to other disciples and himself.

He had known no fear before right now. In the way Huaisang was utterly helpless in his arms. It is too easy for him to get exposed and hurt or killed along the way.

Suddenly, he had one fear. The fear of losing someone and failing to protect the most important people in his life. He realized how fragile the human body could be and how easily life could be switched to death.

Lan Qiren glanced down toward the fragile body, perfectly rested in his arms. The water glowed softly, lapping gently against Huaisang's bare skin. Huaisang's breath hitched when Lan Qiren held him a bit too tightly. Possessive thought got the best of him.

“Lan-xiansheng… you're squeezing me.”

“Didn't mean to.” Qiren relaxed the grip.

“Are you… angry?”

“No, and why do you think I’m angry with you?”

“It almost feels like you're going to strangle me to death,” Huaisang grinned sheepishly.

Lan Qiren shook his head. He flushed Huaisang's body again with the healing lake water. 

“Aren't you angry at my stupidity?”

“It's not stupid. You just didn't know how to swim.”

“It's not about that, xiansheng~” Huaisang puffed his cheek, frustrated, but it only looked like an angry puffer fish in Qiren's eyes.

“It's also not your fault to be so conveniently infected by Gu worms aphrodisiac.”

“I didn't even know they existed!”

“You also need to remember I was the one who offered the healing method. Mostly, I was the one who would get the death penalty from your big brother.”

“No!!” 

Huaisang laughed after the dry attempt of Lan Qiren trying to make him feel better.

30.

Spending a few hours soaking in the healing lake was giving much progression, yet it was still not enough. Sect Leader Lan reported to the healers about the Gu worms that had infected Huaisang's body, and they deemed Huaisang needed a one-day rest.

It's a perfect condition. Huaisang finally got a free pass to laze around like a sickly patient without feeling like shit. If only they didn't make him drink that horrible medicine every three hours.

A soft knock sounded at his door. Huaisang hurried to hid under his blankets, pretending to sleep. Maybe he could skip the medicine like this. The door slid open anyway because, of course, the universe loves to bully Huaisang.

“A-Sang,” Lan Xichen greeted, entirely too pleasant. “I brought your medicine.”

Huaisang mumbled, face buried in his pillow, “Go away, gege. I feel okay. I don't need to drink that chemical biohazard anymore.”

Xichen's smile is amused, feeling like attending to a fussy baby who didn't want to drink medicine.

“The healers only want you to get rid of the Gu worms completely.”

“I did! There are no more Gu worms in my body, and I am perfectly fine.”

Lan Xichen, “No. You just want to not drink this medicine. C’mon Huaisang, it's only for today, and it couldn't be that bad.”

“You tried sipping that once, and let's see your opinion!” Huaisang snapped. 

He is desperate to tell anyone that the medicine looks horribly and tastes bad. Its color is pitched black, and there's a sour smell, like something that has been fermented for a long time. The medicine also tastes worse than it looked.

Huaisang is going to make a complaint because it doesn't taste like medicine, more like it was purely made to be poisonous to counter someone's sickness in their body. He’s 90% sure because he threw up after thirty minutes of drinking the medicine. He can't believe the Lan healers' treatment of removing the Gu worms is to make him throw up as much as possible.

Lan Xichen felt sorry for him because Huaisang looked paler than usual. He was also fatigued after throwing up so many times that he lost his appetite.

“I bought hawthorn in Caiyi. I already asked the healer if it's okay for you to eat, and they approved. You can eat the sweets after drinking the medicine, okay?”

Reluctantly, Huaisang accepted the horrible bowl of medicine. He quickly covered the strong, sour, and bitter taste lingering in his mouth by eating the sweets.

Xichen sat back, observing him with careful eyes.

“A-Sang,” he said lightly, “since you aren’t attending class today, why don’t you tell me about last night’s hunt?”

Huaisang froze mid-eating the sweets. Then, very slowly, he crunched the hawthorn.

“…W-What is gege wanted to ask about?”

Xichen smiled. “I mean, tell me what happened. I can't even greet you and Shufu last night.”

Huaisang’s face blushed furiously.

"I, uh…. w-we fought a yao. Bad yao. I drowned. Ate Gu worms. The end.”

Xichen tilted his head. “Mm. How did you get rid of the Gu worms? You said they were mostly already removed before taking the medicine.”

Huaisang clutched his blanket again. He would not sit here and recount the many indecent things Lan xiansheng did to him in the cave. He also would not be able to retell how Lan xiansheng carried him through the Cloud Recesses for anyone to see, and undressed him with his own hands before bathing him in the healing lake.

“…A-ha ha, how funny. The miasma is so strong I can't remember what happened,” he said weakly.

Xichen smiled wider as if he knew something Huaisang shouldn't.

“That's a pity. I really wonder why you were wearing Shufu's outer robes…”

Huaisang let out a tiny, strangled noise. Huaisang wanted to die right at this moment.

31.

Nie Huaisang had survived being bathed by Lan Qiren. He had survived being relentlessly teased by Lan Xichen.

Now, he should survive under Lan Wangji's supervision. The final exam was nearing, Lan Wangji locked him inside a library to study all the study material and ancient scrolls. Now, this is truly more terrifying than smuggling wine, being punished, or even a night hunt.

It was exam preparation, and it was going to kill him.

The scene where he was is a library in disaster. It is not because of disorganization—the Cloud Recesses would never allow that. Nie Huaisang was drowning in scrolls. His homework was stacked a mile high, requiring deep research on many text references. Notebooks and scrolls sprawled across his table.

Lan Wangji is sitting nearby. He is studying but is very disappointed when he looks at Huaisang. Huaisang slumped over his desk, his face pressed against an open scroll, and he looked like he had already died.

"Wangji?" he whimpered weakly. “Could you tell the teachers to make the exam questions easier?"

Wangji’s answer was a direct no. “You had two weeks to prepare.”

"I know. That's why I was procrastinating,I think I still had more time."

"How is that working out for you?" Huaisang let out a long, pitiful wail.

Lan Wangji looked up from his notes and stared. Then, very calmly, he said, "Complaining will not complete your work."

Huaisang regrets talking with Wangji.

32.

Huaisang stared at the mountain of work before him. He could continue studying and die from overwork or ESCAPE.

Huaisang is still mad that Wangji is not being cooperative for once regarding his well-being, so Huaisang will take matters into his own hands.

Huaisang groaned dramatically.

“Wangji~~ could you help me find another reference about this topic? My eyes so sore I couldn't search on my own.”

Wangji, who was in his most comfortable position, perfect and calm, is very annoyed.

“Sixth corridor. Left shelf. Row seven. Find it for yourself.”

“Cruel! How cruel, Lan Wangji! You dare to ask this old man to move his old bones!” Huaisang muttered some complaints as he walked to the sixth corridor.

Wangji huffed smugly as he saw Huaisang in a troubled situation.

Next to the corridor, there's always a row of windows to let sunlight in, preventing the scroll from getting damp and damaged. It's also big enough for a short baby like Huaisang to jump out, escaping the stressful library.

Huaisang disappeared into the forest. He had no destination in mind and simply followed the sound of birds, wandering into a quiet clearing near a stream. His mood immediately improved when he saw a family of mynas flying around. Its mother hopped along the branches, chirping beautifully. 

Huaisang let out a delighted hum. Then, with practiced ease, he started whistling. The birds responded. The myna mother fluttered down, perching on his outstretched arm. Huaisang took out his qiankun pouch to offer some peanuts. It accepted happily and took a few to spare for her baby mynas.

Within moments, he was surrounded by the baby mynas and a few smaller birds who would've loved a small treat. Two baby mynas nest warmly on Huaisang's lap, a baby mynas balance on Huaisang's head, a pair of sparrows perch on Huaisang's shoulder, and a group of pigeons surrounded Huaisang.

Huaisang giggled. "Aren't you all so cute~"

He was completely at peace. Until a shadow fell over him, an imposing aura prepared Huaisang to get scolded. Even a few birds tried to fly away.

Huaisang froze. Slowly, very, very slowly, he turned his head.

Standing there was Lan Qiren. Arms crossed with unimpressed face. Huaisang immediately broke into a sweat.

33.

"Nie Huaisang."

Huaisang swallowed.

"Haha Lan xiansheng! What a coincidence! Are you here to relax, too?"

Lan Qiren raised a brow. "Wangji reported to me. He is very upset when his study mate escaped the library."

Huaisang laughed nervously. "Ahaha, I’m sorry I wronged your nephew. I will apologize personally."

Qiren glanced at the birds still perching on his arm. Unexpectedly, he stepped forward and sat down beside him.

Huaisang stared.

“…Lan xiansheng?” Qiren adjusted his robes neatly while sitting on the damp grass beside Huaisang.

"Continue."

Huaisang blinked rapidly.

“…Continue what?”

Qiren gestured to the birds. “Whatever you did with the birds.”

So, okay. Lan Qiren was not punishing or dragging him back to the library. Lan Qiren wanted to watch him play with the birds. Was Lan Qiren interested in his hobby?

Qiren sat there patiently, watching as Huaisang tried to process the situation.

Huaisang stared at him.

Qiren stared back.

“…Lan-xiansheng.”

“Mn?”

“You’re not… mad?”

Qiren glanced at the birds. “Should I make you write 3000 rules or take you back to the disciples' hall?”

Huaisang panicked. “I, yes? I mean, no! I don't want to! But you're being weird right now!”

Qiren sighed. “Nie Huaisang, you need fresh air, so you come here to play with the birds?”

‘Technically, yeah.”

“Then take your time to rest. Healing is also an important part of not getting burned out.”

Wow, the sun must’ve set in the east today.

34.

For the longest time, they simply sat there, surrounded by the soft fluttering of wings, birds chirping, and a stream of river water from afar. Huaisang hesitated to let out a gentle, melodic whistle. The sparrow responded happily, flying to perk on Huaisang's pointed fingers.

“Lan xiansheng, give me your hand.” Qiren, who was watching in quiet fascination, offered his hand. Huaisang put a few peanuts on his teacher's hand and then guided the sparrow to eat from Qiren's hand.

“…You are so good with the birds.”

Huaisang flushed.

“I—” He waved his fan, embarrassed. “It’s not a real skill. Da-ge taught me all the tricks. I'm just too passionate about playing with birds.”

“A skill is a skill, whether useful or useless because that's what really defines you.”

Lan Qiren looked at him, calm and steady. Huaisang's heart is doing something very funny. Before he could stop himself, Huaisang smiled.

A small, genuine, and shy smile.

Lan Qiren couldn't look away.

“How are you feeling? Do you feel well rested now?”

“Yes, Lan xiansheng. Enjoying nature and playing with birds… you being here also makes me rest better!.”

Qiren nodded approvingly, “Good. Now you can return to the library and do your homework again.”

Huaisang pressed his lips together. He stretched his feet and fanned himself lazily, “I can't wait to finish the final exam, Lan-xiansheng! I will finally be a free unemployed man again~ Away from rules and punishments.”

Lan Qiren stilled, “You still need to pass the exam, though.”

“Don't care. A holiday break is still an appreciated holiday.”

“Are you planning on extending your study here?” 

Huaisang tilted his head, “I don't know, Lan xiansheng. What should I do?”

“You should study well and pass the exam before anything else.”

Huaisang laughed brightly, “Give me motivation, Lan xiansheng! Maybe I’ll push myself if I get a reward.”

Qiren sighed, “Passing the exam is your reward.”

Huaisang pouted, “Aw, c’mon. Think of something fun!”

Qiren gave him a long, unimpressed stare. His eye landed on Huaisang's red pouty lips. Without missing a beat, he said:

“Will you get serious on your exam if you get a kiss?”

35.

Silence.

A long, horrible silence.

Huaisang’s brain completely shut down. His fan slipped from his fingers. His face turned an impossibly deep shade of red.

“Y-you. Lan-xiansheng?” Huaisang let out a strangled sound.

“Forget what I just said. I'm not good at giving rewards. I’m never good at doing this.”

Huaisang grabbed his fan and practically shoved it against his burning face.

“…xiansheng, you are going to kill me.”

Qiren closed his eyes.

“Then I suggest you pass your exam before that happens.”

Nie Huaisang couldn't handle it anymore, so he stood quickly while still covering his flustered face. It’s a useless attempt because Lan Qiren can see the blush reaching the ear and under the eye.

“Wait, Nie Huaisang.”

Huaisang stopped nervously. He looked back without saying anything, but he couldn't bring himself to. His throat felt too dry.

Lan Qiren stands up to match Huaisang’s height. He stopped right before him, taking out a package from his sleeves.

“I’ll just- I’ll give this. I was hoping you could take this as my token of good intention to you. You can- You can use it for a lucky charm. A wish for good luck on your exam.”

Huaisang gasped as Lan Qiren opened the package. It was the very same fan Huaisang had set his eyes on in the antique shop during their Caiyi Town trip. The fan looked brand new and carefully tended. Getting a hand on this thing must cost a fortune.

Huaisang looked up to study Lan-xiansheng’s face. His face was calm and determined as if he was thoughtfully prepared just to give this fan. It's not usual for the esteemed teacher to stumble on his speech. Half of Huaisang's face is still hidden behind the fan. He respectfully shook his head. 

“I can't. I'm sorry, Lan-xiansheng. I can't.”

Lan Qiren didn't respond much.

“I need to think about it carefully. I'm sorry, I couldn't give the answer now.”

Lan Qiren tried hiding the shiver in his breath.

“Understood. You're not rushed to accept it. Take your time.”

36.

Lan Qiren was a patient man.

A thoughtful man.

A man who was skeptical about romance is now slowly trying to accept the nature of human beings.

So, when Nie Huaisang starts to avoid him, he lets him be. He almost feels too bad to put so much pressure on the youth.

Still, he trusted Huaisang. He won't be attracted to him if he's not different and special. He trusts Huaisang to make the best decision for himself, not because of the burden of being a Young Master or accepting a Sect Leader’s feelings.

Huaisang always put his happiness first, and Lan Qiren would accept his decision respectfully. If it came to terms with Huaisang not accepting his intention, he would just be back as the usual Lan Qiren.

Sect Leader Lan. Esteemed Teacher. A respected, wise man.

And yet, every day, he felt ached, and once again, Huaisang didn't come out of his room except during the final exam week.

Lan Qiren was a patient man.

A disciplined man.

A man who had taught countless students and had endured every kind of unruliest disciples imaginable.

And yet, this was the first time in his life that he honestly did not know whether he wanted to laugh or cry.

Laid out on his desk was Nie Huaisang’s exam. It was an insult to the education system. Sure, at first, it looked fine. The handwriting was elegant, neat, and well-practiced. The answers were thoughtfully written, thorough, and correct.

The only mistake was they were all placed in the wrong place.

The answer to Question 1 was written under Question 15, the answer to Question 2 was under Question 8, and the answer to Question 3 was at the very bottom of the page, completely unrelated to the question being asked.

Every single answer was wrong… only because it was in the wrong place.

Lan Qiren closed his eyes slowly. He opened them again, hoping he had imagined it. Unfortunately, he had not. 

37.

Lan Qiren waited not so patiently for Huaisang in his study room. When the door finally slid open, his eyes fixed on Huaisang furiously.

Huaisang, fanning himself lazily, smiled politely and kindly.

"Lan xiansheng, you finally called me here," he greeted sweetly. "Did you miss me already?"

The furious teacher slammed the exam paper onto the desk. Huaisang blinked innocently. Qiren’s voice was dangerously calm.

"Explain. Yourself."

Huaisang tilted his head. "What do you want me to explain, Lan xiansheng?"

"You knew the answers," he said, his voice sharp. “You wrote them correctly, and God's grant me some patience, so please explain why you purposely put them in the wrong places."

Huaisang giggled behind his fan. "Oh dear. How careless of me."

Qiren closed his eyes, inhaled deeply, and exhaled slowly. He couldn't believe that, in his entire teaching experience, there would be something stressful like this.

"Huaisang," he said, barely holding onto his patience, "Are you not taking this seriously? Are you taking revenge on me?" 

Qiren's voice quieted at the last question. He was a desperate man standing on thin ice, waiting for his chosen person to decide his fate.

“Quite the opposite, Lan xiansheng.”

Huaisang smiled fondly. He snapped his fan closed, looking at Lan Qiren with determined eyes.

“I thought about you and your past behavior carefully. I realized your kindness, protectiveness, and your soft side toward me. You make me feel happy and comfortable, Lan xiansheng.”

Qiren opened his mouth, then closed it. He didn't know how to respond to the declaration.

“Despite that, I still think it's too rushed to have any relationship. I still want to know Lan xiansheng better, not just as a teacher but as a person. That's why I intend to fail this exam, so I can go back next year and have more time to spend with you!”

Lan Qiren sighed heavily. He was experiencing too much human emotion just because of one little creature named Huaisang.

“You know there's so much better way for us to spend time together.”

“I could, but there's no fun in it, Lan xiansheng~”

“Insolent child”

“Imagine if you were stumbling on your speech when I was sitting in your class. It's an interesting situation.”

“Don't test your limits.”

“Aww, I thought I got away with anything?”

“Silence. Quit teasing your messy xiansheng.” 

Lan Qiren shut Huaisang's mouth with the back of his hand, which stunned Huaisang and blushed slightly. Qiren met Huaisang's brown eyes evenly. They were silent for a moment.Tthe only thing that felt loud was their heart beating fast.

Lan Qiren pulled his hand to take the package he'd always carried.

“Then do you… accept my intention?”

“Yes. Yes, I do, Lan xiansheng.” Huaisang felt breathless when he accepted the intricate fan from Lan Qiren. 

It's heavy with affection. It's fierce with protectiveness. The need to protect and care for someone even if they're not close, handing him a personal stylized weapon. They looked at each other before Lan Qiren leaned down to kiss Huaisang's forehead.

It was the end of Lan Qiren's downfall and the beginning of Lan Qiren's blooming feelings.