There are so many things that Jiang Cheng could say in return to that, but he bites his tongue. He's too tired to pick too many fights, and he's had his fair share of arguments over the time he's had to settle in here. The fact that he's adjusted to a brother he recognises and is adjusting to more than he doesn't isn't something he's willing to think about: it's easier to just pretend it isn't happening to him.

The reminder of Jin Ling has his heart aching, though, and something prickles in his chest. He doesn't want there to be arguments about his nephew, the boy he helped raise, but... The idea of A-Ling living with Wei Wuxian makes his teeth grind together almost immediately.

"Well. Someone has to take care of him." It's a concession, his arms crossing over his chest before he breathes out. "But he's not here. He wouldn't be allowed out of my sight if he had turned up here as well."