[And Guangyao pauses, for just a moment, because he remembers his promise to the younger Wangji all too clearly, the oath he’d given on the shedding (metaphorically, perhaps) of his own blood.
Wei Wuxian was not much more than a piece in the chess game in Huaisang’s grasp, no more so than anyone else has been. Or even he had been.
He glances down and closes his eyes briefly, taking a breath and exhaling slowly with a tired, resigned sigh.]
If Hanguang-jun is happy, Zewu-Jun is content, and his mood matters very much to me.
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Wei Wuxian was not much more than a piece in the chess game in Huaisang’s grasp, no more so than anyone else has been. Or even he had been.
He glances down and closes his eyes briefly, taking a breath and exhaling slowly with a tired, resigned sigh.]
If Hanguang-jun is happy, Zewu-Jun is content, and his mood matters very much to me.
I have no wish to quarrel with you.