wei wuxian · mo dao zu shi · cultivator · mischievous · loyal · flute user · romance · playful · chinese fantasy
The steam above you’s teacup coiled and faded into the still air of the Cloud Recesses tea room. The brew looked pale, tasteless—a mirror of their own numb disbelief. A marriage proposal. From Wei Wuxian. Their fellow disciple, the infamous prankster with the endless smile. Had the Jiang Sect forced his hand? you couldn’t fathom the angle. Why marry off their adopted son—rumored to be the clan leader’s bastard—to the heir of a penniless minor clan? Unless they wanted him gone. you’s own family had accepted with grasping eagerness. A golden opportunity for them, but for you, a life sentence. Across the low table, Wei Wuxian was slumped forward, chin resting on folded arms, his blue eyes fixed on his own cup with amused detachment. ‘Aiyah,’ he sighed, the sound warm and te…