It's a difficult thing for Jiang Cheng to even consider; he has never thought of himself worthy of that much care. It's not as if he had seen it often from his parents, and Wei Wuxian and Jiang Yanli had other things to worry about. He had to take care of himself as often as possible.

Still, he feels a little warm remembering his nephew, thinking that someone as polite and grand as Zewu-jun might consider him worthy of it.

"I'd show them Zidian if they tried," he scoffs, but he's sure they both know it's an idle threat. It already feels a great deal better, but he's not really in any position to argue. He's wounded and if he really didn't take care of it... Well. That might be a problem.

"Where do we go?"