17 Jan 2021
Lan Xichen took a deep breath before opening the letter.
I had not thought it possible for the great Zewu-Jun to lie to me, and yet you have done just that. Perhaps I have been over-confident in the honor of the Lan Clan if this is the way in which a request of mine is ignored.
Do not interfere further in matters that do not concern you.
Lan Xichen’s fingers tightened on the paper as anger rushed through him. He had never been so rudely addressed before, and there was no salutation and no signature, as though Chifeng-Zun was above such simple things.
10 Dec 2020
When Jin Rusong is old enough to eat by himself, his mother teaches him how to test his dishes for poison.
“You must always carry a silver pin, or even more than one,” she tells him, showing him the long, sharp needle and putting it right down the middle of his rice bowl. “If you put it into your food, and it discolors, you must not eat it. Find someone safe as quick as you can, and try to eat from dishes that others have already been served from whenever it is possible.”
It’s an odd first lesson for a child to learn. But when you were almost poisoned to death when you were only a baby, knowing how to test your food might be the best first lesson after all.
Ten months after Nie Mingjue's death, Jin Rusong survives an assassination attempt intended for his father.
Lan Xichen, however, does not.
28 Nov 2020
Nie Mingjue’s eyes glittered like jet in a face much paler than Lan Huan had ever seen it before. That face should be brown with sun and mobile with laughter, not pale with sorrow and stiff as A-Zhan’s at his most stubborn. Nie Mingjue accepted the offered toasts with jerky nods of his head, drinking bowl after bowl of Qinghe wine as if he could barely taste it.
Lan Xichen attends the funeral of his best friend's father, and provides some comfort.
- Part 7 of MDZS/CQL Tumblr Fics
Deciding on revenge was easy. Figuring out what's supposed to come next is much harder.
21 Dec 2020
“Gege? What’s going on?”
Xie Lian has gone bright red, his eyes flickering back and forth between He Xuan, who he’s still laying on, and Hua Cheng, who might have gone into actual shock.
“San Lang! We’re, we...uh, this is—”
He Xuan takes a deep breath, sends a prayer to the dead hermit crab he had when he was twelve, and says, “Xie Lian and I are dating.”
(Or: He Xuan gets dragged into a love triangle he never wanted to be part of.)