Perhaps he's too late and cannot retract his already voiced question, but how lucky for Jiang Cheng, he doesn't feel anything radiating off of him either. Having lived in Cloud Recesses for as long as he did, it's not surprising he wouldn't quite understand being uncomfortable in that sense, whereas he'd completely, one-hundred-percent understand feeling pressured; being Hanguang-jun's son is big shoes to fill, there's no doubting that.
Although, this doesn't mean Sizhui isn't observant enough to pick up cues on his own. If he notices anything particular, he keeps it to himself, offering the faintest head-tilt toward Jiang Cheng's abrupt moment of silence.
Brief as it is, an answer does eventually come and Sizhui nods, straightening his posture out of instinct whenever they arrive at their destination. He politely waits until Jiang Cheng has entered first, noting there's something else but again not mentioning it, though he does file this away for possibly asking about later as he follows his senior inside. While Wen Ning may have left and he's irreplaceable, there's nothing stopping Jiang Cheng from still filling his own role as Lan Sizhui's uncle too. He's a good man who's treated Jin Ling – and surely A-Qing! – well, taught them many things, maybe shared experiences of his own. Where's the harm in having another nephew, especially one who is also Wei Wuxian's?
“Nie-zongzhu and Wei-qianbei, they were...friends...?” It's not so much surprise, he's more questioning if that's the proper word for it. To be honest, he could understand them becoming friends, which means he can assume what sort of trouble came along with that and he very well might have smiled had the sect leader not mentioned ‘Wen students.’ Brow knitted, his mouth opens, closes again, he hesitates then shuts his eyes and finally, softly inquires, “What did their arrival have to do with that?”
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Although, this doesn't mean Sizhui isn't observant enough to pick up cues on his own. If he notices anything particular, he keeps it to himself, offering the faintest head-tilt toward Jiang Cheng's abrupt moment of silence.
Brief as it is, an answer does eventually come and Sizhui nods, straightening his posture out of instinct whenever they arrive at their destination. He politely waits until Jiang Cheng has entered first, noting there's something else but again not mentioning it, though he does file this away for possibly asking about later as he follows his senior inside. While Wen Ning may have left and he's irreplaceable, there's nothing stopping Jiang Cheng from still filling his own role as Lan Sizhui's uncle too. He's a good man who's treated Jin Ling – and surely A-Qing! – well, taught them many things, maybe shared experiences of his own. Where's the harm in having another nephew, especially one who is also Wei Wuxian's?
“Nie-zongzhu and Wei-qianbei, they were...friends...?” It's not so much surprise, he's more questioning if that's the proper word for it. To be honest, he could understand them becoming friends, which means he can assume what sort of trouble came along with that and he very well might have smiled had the sect leader not mentioned ‘Wen students.’ Brow knitted, his mouth opens, closes again, he hesitates then shuts his eyes and finally, softly inquires, “What did their arrival have to do with that?”