It takes a moment for Xichen to process why Jin Rulan would have a sect to take care of, why he is needed as desperately back home as both Jiang Wanyin and he are. It takes a moment but he gets there, brows creasing and his expression shifting not to the haunted look that may have graced his other self's features but a mix of sadness and anger before he nods. "It is good he's home then."
Yet without Jiang Wanyin to help guide him, is he better off surrounded by the same advisors that likely served Jin Guangshan and then Jin Guangyao?
Lan Xichen cannot fathom it.
He tries not to let the heaviness in the air settle, nods as Jiang Wanyin speaks again. "I've tried to help him but I think you may have better luck," he says with a gentle smile. "Ah. Is he not training? Thinking on it, of the junior disciples, I have only seen Sizhui in the training cart."
But they aren't here to talk about those from their home, are they? Xichen thinks as he looks down at his tea and then back at Jiang Wanyin. "But there was something you wished to talk with me about?"
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Yet without Jiang Wanyin to help guide him, is he better off surrounded by the same advisors that likely served Jin Guangshan and then Jin Guangyao?
Lan Xichen cannot fathom it.
He tries not to let the heaviness in the air settle, nods as Jiang Wanyin speaks again. "I've tried to help him but I think you may have better luck," he says with a gentle smile. "Ah. Is he not training? Thinking on it, of the junior disciples, I have only seen Sizhui in the training cart."
But they aren't here to talk about those from their home, are they? Xichen thinks as he looks down at his tea and then back at Jiang Wanyin. "But there was something you wished to talk with me about?"