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"Wei Ying, you are very kind."
"Hmph, kind in what way?"
"You don't want to part with me, that's kind."
"I didn't... Hmph!"
Neither admitting nor denying, that's just leaving the facts. Lan Wangji gently kissed Wei Wuxian's forehead, and calmly mentioned some health care tips. He also said that he had prepared another set for his mother-in-law fourth uncle and the others. Even little A-Yuan was given the task of making sure Wei Wuxian ate his meals and took his medicine on time every day.
"Medicine? Did you bring medicine this time?"
"Yeah, I've always had it with me, just didn't have a chance to give it to you."
"Maybe it's already expired."
"No, it's regularly replaced with new ones."
Wei Wuxian can guess why Lan Wangji always carries medicine and also knows why he never had the chance to take it out. Given their previous tendency to argue after just a few words, there really was no opportunity. The only time they interacted peacefully was during the incident at the Burial Mounds. It was rare to see each other, so Lan Wangji naturally acted cautiously and wouldn't casually bring up any medicine.
When he thought of this, he couldn't help feeling a pang in his heart. Whether it was himself or Lan Wangji, there were too many vested interests involved, walking among the various sects of the Immortal Sect. No one could be self-righteous, let alone offer a sincere heart to believe in others. If it weren't for the Wen's manipulation, the Sunshot Campaign, and so many deceitful hearts, perhaps the years of misunderstanding between him and Lan Wangji wouldn't have existed. But there are no "ifs" in the world. Neither he nor Lan Wangji are people who would regret the past, because what's more important than the past is the present.
"By the way, Lan Zhan, there's something I want to give you."
Wei Wuxian took out a Qiankun bag from his pocket, loosened the opening, and poured out several iron balls. Lan Wangji's eyes flashed with recognition. "Yin Tiger Talisman?"
"Hehe, I'm amazing, right?"
"These are not meteoric iron."
"What are you thinking? Of course not, these are just some unexpectedly discovered meteoric iron. Meteoric iron is rare, and there's nothing more suitable than using it to deceive people."
"There is resentment here."
"Don't worry, I have sealed it with a prohibition, but it can still be sensed. In this world, besides me, no one else can unlock it."
"Indeed, you are worthy of being the Ancestor Yiling."
"Lan Zhan, are you praising me or making fun of me with such a serious tone?"
"Praising you. Sincerely."
Wei Wuxian muttered to himself, thinking that when they were really together in the future, he would have to teach Lan Wangji how to sincerely praise someone.
"You go back and deliver this bag of Yin Tiger Talisman to Huaisang, he knows what to do."
"Okay."
"Alright, tomorrow you will be leaving. They say dumplings for welcoming and noodles for farewell. Tonight, I'll have my mother-in-law stew some lamb soup to go with the noodles. Lan Zhan, let me tell you, the lamb here is so delicious, not at all gamey. I guarantee you'll like it."
"Mmm, I like it."
"You haven't even tried it yet, how can you like it?"
"I like everything you make me eat."
"Aren't you afraid I might poison you?"
"No, you wouldn't bear to harm me."
"......"
Letting go and holding on is one of the most difficult relationships to manage in the world. Some people can't let go, and naturally, there are also people who can let go.
At this moment, Jiang Wanyin is sitting in front of the desolate lotus pond, surrounded by five or six wine jars scattered around him. In the distance, a few servants stand guard, afraid to approach for fear of being whipped.
Looking at the dim light of the sky, for the first time, he felt some doubt. Does he really not have the ability to support the Jiang family, only able to watch as the Jiang family becomes a pawn in someone else's game? He is not unaware of Jin Guangyao's calculations, but deeply entangled in the conflicts of interest for too long, he no longer has the ability to completely separate the Jiang family.
At present, Yunmeng has lost a lot of ground, and its affiliated Immortal Sect has split in half. The Lan family has severed ties, the Nie Family is ignoring them, and only the Jin family remains firmly in their grasp. Looking back on the events of recent years, it seems that every step he has taken has been out of his control, and it all started when his father brought that person back home over a decade ago.
If it weren't for that person, he might have received his father's full guidance, possibly achieving Core Formation earlier and reaching a higher cultivation level. If it weren't for that person, the Yunmeng Jiang Family wouldn't have offended the Wen in a critical situation, and his parents wouldn't have died in battle. If it weren't for that person, his sister could have peacefully become the wife of the Jin family, Jin Zixuan wouldn't have died, and Jin Ling wouldn't have been left without support. If it weren't for that person, managing the Yunmeng Jiang Family wouldn't have been so difficult, and they wouldn't have ended up in such a vulnerable position.
"Wei Wuxian! Wei Wuxian! It's all because of you!!! If you really come back, I will definitely not let you off!"
The night fell so quickly, and Jiang Wanyin opened another jar of wine, with the servants still waiting in the distance. No one noticed the figure standing at the end of the corridor, only one eye and half of a golden robe showing in the light from the window, flashing with mockery.
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