Part 21 – Sweet Nothings Hauling himself up onto the sill of the open window, Wei Wuxian grinned, unable to contain his excitement. “Hanguang-Jun! You waited up for me, I see.” From the desk where he’d been sitting, Lan Wangji regarded him. His light eyes seemed to glow with warmth. The white robes he wore

Part 22 – Pillow Talk Lying sprawled atop Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian traced his fingers lazily over his husband’s naked chest. When his fingertips brushed the brand that scarred him, Wei Wuxian frowned. “Lan Zhan,” he murmured, “do you ever miss the old me?” “What do you mean?” “This new body of mine, do you

Part 23 – The Conference Begins After the debacle in Hanguang-Jun’s room, which had only been put to a stop by Bichen’s timely intercession, Jiang Cheng had dragged Wei Wuxian away and spent a good hour or so laying into him about how he was no-good, a disgrace to the clan that had raised him,

Part 24 – A Bargain Is Struck “Nie Huaisang, what are you doing here?” Wei Wuxian asked as he glanced around. On the bench next to the sect leader sat a small bag of golden seed. A few wary birds pecked about in the short grass. Their long, trailing tail-feathers shimmered in the sun. “Feeding

Part 25 – The Color of Love What was probably the highest point in Nie Huaisang’s sparring career was undoubtedly Wei Wuxian’s lowest. Though the sect leader’s parries were sloppy at best, his golden core lent his spirit saber unnatural strength. It wasn’t long before Wei Wuxian was winded and trembling like a leaf, driven

Part 26 – The Cut-Sleeve Conundrum Now it was Wei Wuxian’s turn to blink in surprise. “You—you do?!” Nie Huaisang nodded. “Since when?!” “Since always,” Nie Huaisang replied, looking abashed. “I’m surprised you didn’t know. We were quite close as boys. Not that I…toward you, that is, I never…” “I know, I know!” Wei Wuxian