“There have been a string of disappearances on a trading route towards Beizhili,” Wang Zhi says.
“No,” Tang Fan says immediately.
“Don’t be like that, Tang-daren,” Wang Zhi cajoles, smiling. “Aren’t we old friends? Haven’t I come all this way just to see you again?”
“I told you explicitly to never come back,” Tang Fan argues. “Nothing good ever comes out of you visiting!”
“Tang Fan, think of all those poor, defenseless peasants. Think of their families, left behind! Who else is going to bring them the justice they deserve?”
Sui Zhou says, “Tang Fan.”
Tang Fan huffs, annoyed, and slaps his chopsticks down on the table. “Sui Zhou, I said that nothing good ever comes out of Wang Zhi visiting!”
14 Jun 2020
On the first day of Lan Zhan’s first class of senior year, Wei Ying walks into his classroom.
“Oh, good morning, Wei Ying!” says Professor Song cheerfully, because she has betrayed him. She smiles at Wei Ying, because she has betrayed him, and then she gestures at Lan Zhan and says, “This is Lan Zhan, have you two met before?” because she has betrayed him.
“No,” Wei Ying answers, and sticks his hand out at Lan Zhan. “Nice to meet you!”
“The two of you are going to be TA’ing this class together,” Professor Song goes on, like she has not just thrown off Lan Zhan’s entire day and possibly his entire month. “And, of course, helping out with my research together as well, so I hope you two can get along well!”
or; Lan Zhan tries very hard not to be Wei Ying's friend. He does not succeed.
16 May 2020
Lan Wangji hosts a radio show in the middle of the night. Wei Wuxian listens and falls in love.
09 Jan 2020
“Uncle,” Jin Ling says. “Just because Uncle Wei - I mean, Wei Wuxian - just because he’s leading the night-hunt, he’s teaching, he’s not doing anything wrong, he even notified you ahead of time -”
The thing is, it is the polite thing to do. Whatever the Lan Sect are after in the night-hunt doesn’t have anything to do with Jiang Cheng, but now that they’re about to enter Yunmeng, it is the polite and proper thing to do, to notify the sect leader of the fact. The letter is simply such: letting Jiang Wanyin, the Yunmeng Jiang Sect Leader, know that they’re here. It’s simply - official correspondence.
Maybe that’s the part that rankles the worst, Jiang Cheng thinks. Official correspondence, written to him in a hand more familiar than his own.