After the fight, Wen Ning also gradually got a bad nickname because of his ferocious and manic performance, but that's all for later. Although he was stabbed in the abdomen by Jiang Cheng, Wei Wuxian didn't care. He stuffed his intestines back into his stomach and drove Wen Ning to hunt a few evil spirits and buy a few bags of potatoes as if nothing had happened.

After returning to the mass grave, Wen Qing bandaged his wounds and scolded him bitterly because she asked him to buy radish seeds.

After that, they lived a peaceful and calm life. Wei Wuxian led fifty Wen family monks to plant land, repair houses, refine corpses, and make props on the mass grave. In his spare time, he played with Wen Qing's cousin's one- or two-year-old child, Wen Yuan, hanging him on a tree or burying him in the soil with only his head exposed, coaxing him by saying that he would grow faster if he exposed him to the sun and watered him, but was then scolded by Wen Qing.

Several months passed like this, and apart from the fact that people's opinions of Wei Wuxian became worse and worse, there was no further development.

Wei Wuxian could not go down the mountain very often, because he alone was responsible for suppressing all the evil things on the mass grave. He could not go too far away, nor could he walk for too long. He was also a person who was active by nature and could not stay in one place, so he had to go to the nearest town frequently to wander around in the name of shopping. Because Wen Yuan had stayed in the mass grave for too long, Wei Wuxian felt that he could not let a two-year-old child be trapped in such a place to play in the mud, so he took him with him when he went down the mountain to shop one day.

Having been to this town so many times, Wei WuXian was already familiar with the place. He walked over to the vegetable stall, rummaged through the vegetables, and suddenly picked one up, angrily saying, “Your potato has sprouted!”

The vegetable vendor was as if facing a formidable enemy: "What are you going to do?!"

Wei WuXian said, “Cheaper.”

Wen Yuan was holding his legs at first. Wei Wuxian was walking around picking potatoes and bargaining for prices. Wen Yuan hung on his legs, but after a while he couldn't hold on any longer. His short arms were sore, so he let go and rested for a while. Unexpectedly, in that short while, the crowd on the street pushed him around and made him lose his direction. His vision was very low. He walked around but couldn't find Wei Wuxian's long legs and black boots. All he could see were a bunch of gray, dirty muddy legs and black pants. He became more and more confused. Just as he was dizzy, he suddenly bumped into someone's leg.

The man was wearing a pair of spotless white boots and was walking very slowly. He stopped immediately after being bumped into by him.

Wen Yuan raised his head tremblingly, and first saw the jade pendant hanging around the waist, then the belt embroidered with rolling cloud patterns, then the meticulously neat collar, and finally, a pair of eyes as white as glass and as cold as ice.

The stranger was looking down at him with a stern expression, and Wen Yuan suddenly felt scared.

Wei Wuxian picked and chose for a long time, but finally decided not to buy these sprouted potatoes, as they might be poisoned if eaten. He refused to lower the price, and was sneered at by the vegetable vendor. Who knew that when he turned around, Wen Yuan was gone. He was shocked and looked for the child all over the street. Suddenly, he heard a child crying loudly, and rushed over. Not far away, a group of curious passers-by gathered in a circle, whispering and pointing. He pushed through the crowd, and his eyes lit up instantly.

Lan Wangji, dressed in white and carrying the Bichen Sword, stood stiffly in the crowd, looking a little at a loss. Looking again, Wei Wuxian almost fell down from laughing. A little kid was sitting at Lan Wangji's feet, crying loudly. Lan Wangji didn't know whether to leave or stay, to reach out or to speak. His face was serious, as if he was thinking about what to do.

Passersby were crackling melon seeds and said, "What's going on? The howling of a little kid is so scary."

Someone said with certainty: "He must have been scolded by his father."

Hearing "his father", Wei Wuxian, who was hiding in the crowd, burst out laughing. Lan Wangji immediately looked up and denied, "I'm not."

Wen Yuan didn't know what others were talking about. When children are scared, they will call those close to them, so he also cried and called: "Daddy! Daddy, wuwuwu..."

The passerby immediately said, "Listen! I told you, he's his father!"

Some people thought they had a sharp eye: "It must be Dad, their noses are carved from the same mold, there's no doubt about it!"

Some sympathized: "How pitiful! He cried so hard. Was he scolded by his father?"

Some people were confused: "What's going on in front? Can you please give way? My car can't pass."

Some angrily scolded: "You don't even know how to pick up the child and comfort him! You just let your son sit on the ground and cry? How can you be a father!"

Some expressed their understanding: "You are so young, this must be your first time being a father. I was the same when I was young, I didn't know anything, but my wife learned everything after she had a few more children. You have to learn slowly..."

Some people coaxed the child: "Be good and don't cry. Where is your mother?"

"Yeah, where is mom? Dad doesn't care, so where is his mom?"

Amid the noisy waves, Lan Wangji's expression became more and more strange.

Poor him, he was born into a family of destiny, his every word and action was the most elegant and upright, he was a role model among role models, he had never encountered such a situation where he was criticized by thousands of people, Wei Wuxian laughed so hard, but seeing that Wen Yuan was crying and almost dying, he had no choice but to stand up, pretending that he had just noticed the two people here, and asked in surprise: "Huh? Lan Zhan?"

Lan Wangji raised his head suddenly, and their eyes met. Wei Wuxian avoided it for some reason. When he heard his voice, Wen Yuan stood up, ran towards him with two surging tears, and hung on his legs again. Passersby shouted: "Who is this? Where is mother? Where is mother? Who is the father?"

Wei WuXian waved his hand and said, “Everyone, disperse!”

Seeing that there was nothing to watch, the idle people slowly dispersed. Wei Wuxian turned around, smiled slightly, and said, "What a coincidence. Lan Zhan, why are you in Yiling?"

Lan Wangji said, "Night hunting. Just passing by."

Hearing his tone was the same as usual, without any disgust or hatred, Wei Wuxian suddenly felt relieved. Suddenly he heard Lan Wangji slowly say: "...This child?"

Wei WuXian's heart was relaxed and his mouth was no longer tight, so he blurted out, "I gave birth to her."

Lan Wangji’s eyebrows twitched, and Wei Wuxian laughed, “Of course it was a joke. He’s from someone else’s family, and I brought him out for fun. What did you do just now? Why did you make him cry?”

Lan Wangji said calmly: "I didn't do anything."

Wen Yuan hugged Wei Wuxian's legs and was still sobbing. Wei Wuxian understood. Although Lan Wangji's face was handsome, most children of this age could not distinguish between beauty and ugliness. They could only see that this person was not kind at all, but cold and stern. They were frightened by this face of deep hatred and hatred, and could not help but be afraid. Wei Wuxian lifted Wen Yuan up and tossed him around for a while, coaxing him a few words, and suddenly saw a peddler on the side of the road grinning and looking at this side with joy, so he pointed at the colorful things in his shoulder pole and asked: "A Yuan, look here, is it beautiful?"

Wen Yuan's attention was drawn to it. He sniffed and said, "...It looks good."

Wei WuXian asked again: “Does it smell good?”

Wen Yuan said: "It smells good."

The peddler said quickly, "It looks nice and smells good. Buy one, sir."

Wei WuXian asked, “Do you want it?”

Wen Yuan thought he was going to buy it for her, and said shyly, "Yes."

Wei WuXian, however, took a step in the opposite direction and said, “Haha, let’s go.”

Wen Yuan was struck hard, and tears welled up in his eyes again. Lan Wangji watched coldly, and couldn't bear it any longer, so he said, "Why don't you buy it for him?"

Wei WuXian asked curiously, “Why should I buy it for him?”

Lan Wangji said, “You asked him if he wanted it, so you should buy it for him.”

Wei WuXian deliberately said, “Ask is ask, buy is buy, why do I have to buy if I ask?”

He asked this question, but Lan Wangji was speechless. He stared at him for a long time, then turned his gaze to Wen Yuan. Wen Yuan began to tremble again when he was stared at.

After a moment, Lan Wangji said to Wen Yuan: "Which one do you want?"

Before Wen Yuan could come to his senses, Lan Wangji pointed at the things in the peddler's basket and said, "Which one of these do you want?"

Wen Yuan looked at him in horror, not daring to breathe.

After half an incense stick of time, Wen Yuan finally stopped crying. He kept touching his pockets, which were bulging with a bunch of gadgets that Lan Wangji bought for him. Seeing that he finally stopped crying, Lan Wangji seemed to be relieved, but Wen Yuan blushed and silently rubbed over and hugged his legs.

When he lowered his head, he found something on his legs. Lan Wangji: “…”

Wei WuXian laughed wildly, “Hahahahaha! Lan Zhan, congratulations, he likes you! He will hug the legs of whoever he likes and will never let go.”

Lan Wangji took two steps. As expected, Wen Yuan clung to his legs tightly, showing no intention of letting go, and hugged him quite tightly. Wei Wuxian patted his shoulder and said, "I think you should stop rushing to go hunting at night. How about we go have a meal first?"

Lan Wangji raised his eyes to look at him and said calmly, "Eat?"

Wei WuXian said, “Yeah, let’s eat. Don’t be so cold. It’s not easy for you to come to Yiling and I happened to meet you. Let’s catch up. Come on, come on, I’ll treat you.”

With Wei Wuxian half dragging and half pulling him, and Wen Yuan hanging on Lan Wangji's legs, they dragged him into a restaurant. Wei Wuxian sat in the private room and said, "Order."

Lan Wangji was pushed down on the mat by him. He glanced at the menu and said, "You order."

Wei Wuxian said, "I'm inviting you to dinner, so of course you order. Order whatever you like, don't be polite." It just so happened that he didn't buy the poisonous potatoes with sprouts just now, so he had money to pay the bill. Lan Wangji was not the kind of person who was used to making excuses, so he thought for a moment and ordered. Wei Wuxian listened to him blandly naming a few dishes and smiled, "You can do it, Lan Zhan. I thought people in Gusu didn't eat spicy food. You have a strong taste. Do you want to drink?"

Lan Wangji shook his head, and Wei Wuxian said, "You are so well behaved when you are out and about. You are worthy of being Han Guang Jun. Then I don't want your share."

Wen Yuan sat beside Lan Wangji's legs, and lined up the small wooden knives, small wooden swords, mud figures, straw butterflies and other small toys in his pocket on the mat, counting them lovingly. Wei Wuxian saw him sticking to Lan Wangji and rubbing against him, making it inconvenient for Lan Wangji to drink tea, so he whistled and said, "Yuan, come here."

Wen Yuan looked at Wei Wuxian, who had buried him in the soil as a carrot the day before, and then looked at Lan Wangji, who had just bought him a bunch of gadgets. He didn't move, but wrote two big words honestly on his face: "No".

Wei WuXian said, “Come here. You’re getting in the way by sitting there.”

Lan Wangji said, “Nothing. Let him sit.”

Wen Yuan happily hugged his legs again. This time it was his thighs. Wei Wuxian spun the chopsticks in his hands and laughed, "Whoever has milk is the mother, whoever has money is the father. How can this be justified."

Soon the dishes and wine were served, and the table was bustling with red. There was also a bowl of sweet soup that Lan Wangji ordered for Wen Yuan. Wei Wuxian knocked on the bowl and called out several times. Wen Yuan still lowered his head, holding the two butterflies, mumbling, pretending to be the left one shyly saying "I... I like you very much", and pretending to be the right one happily saying "I like you too!", playing the roles of two butterflies by himself, having a lot of fun. After hearing this, Wei Wuxian laughed so hard that he almost choked, and said, "Oh my god, Yuan, who did you learn this at such a young age? What do you mean by liking me, liking you, and me? Do you know what liking means? Stop playing around and come and eat. Your new dad ordered this for you, it's good stuff."

Wen Yuan then put the little butterfly into his pocket, picked up the bowl and a small spoon, and sat beside Lan Wangji to scoop up the sweet soup. Previously, Wen Yuan was in the detention center in Qishan, and later he was transferred to the mass grave. The food in both places was hard to describe, so this bowl of sweet soup was a new delicacy for him. He couldn't stop eating after two bites, but he knew to hand the bowl to Wei Wuxian, and said like offering a treasure: "...Brother Xian...Brother, eat it."

Wei WuXian said with a look of satisfaction: “Well, not bad, you still remember to respect me.”

Lan Wangji said, “Don’t talk while eating.”

In order to make Wen Yuan understand, he said it again in plain language: "Don't talk while eating."

Wen Yuan nodded quickly, buried his head in his soup, and stopped talking. Wei Wuxian kept saying, "This is ridiculous. He listened to me several times before he heard me say it, but he did it the moment you said it. This is really ridiculous."

Lan Wangji said calmly, "Don't talk while eating. You too."

Wei WuXian raised his head and drank a cup with a smile, then played with the cup in his hand, saying, “You really are…you haven’t changed your appearance in all these years. Hey, Lan Zhan, what are you hunting in Yiling this time? I’m familiar with this place, how about I show you the way?”

Lan Wangji said, “No need.”

Aristocratic families often have secret missions that are inconvenient to tell outsiders, so Wei WuXian did not ask further questions and said, "It's rare to meet an old acquaintance, and he is not hiding from me. I have been feeling suffocated these past few months. Is there anything big going on outside recently?"

Lan Wangji asked, "What's the big deal?"

Wei WuXian said, “For example, which place has a new family, which family has expanded their immortal palace, which families have formed an alliance, etc. Just chatting casually.”

It had been a long time since he and Jiang Cheng had faked their breakup and heard any new developments or news from the outside world. At most, he had listened to random gossip in the small town.

Lan Wangji said: "Marriage."

Wei WuXian asked, “Whose family is it?”

Lan Wangji said, “Lanling Jin Clan, Yunmeng Jiang Clan.”

Wei Wuxian’s hand, which was playing with the wine cup, froze.

He was stunned: "My master... Miss Jiang and Jin Zixuan?"

Lan Wangji nodded slightly, and Wei Wuxian asked, “When did it happen? When will the ceremony be over?!”

Lan Wangji said: "Seven days later."

Wei Wuxian raised the wine glass to his lips with a trembling hand, but he didn't realize it was already empty. He suddenly felt empty in his heart, not knowing whether it was anger, shock, unhappiness or helplessness.

Although he had anticipated this before leaving the Jiang family, when he heard the news, he was overwhelmed with thoughts and words, and he wanted to let them out, but he didn't know where to start. Jiang Cheng didn't even think of a way to tell him about such a big thing. If he hadn't met Lan Wangji today, he would have known it even later!

But on second thought, what would happen if he told him? On the surface, Jiang Cheng had already told the world, and now all the families believed his words: Wei Wuxian had defected from the family, and this person has nothing to do with the Yunmeng Jiang Clan from now on. Even if he knew, he couldn't go to drink this glass of wedding wine. It was right for Jiang Cheng not to tell him. If Jiang Cheng told him, he might do something impulsive.

After a long while, Wei WuXian murmured, “This fellow Jin ZiXuan is lucky.”

He poured another glass of wine and said, "Lan Zhan, what do you think of this marriage?"

Lan Wangji said nothing. Wei Wuxian said, "Oh, that's right, why am I asking you? How can you feel about this? You never think about this kind of thing."

He drank the glass of wine and said, "I know that many people say behind my sister's back that she is not worthy of Jin Zixuan. Ha. But in my eyes, it is Jin Zixuan who is not worthy of my sister. But..."

But Jiang Yanli just likes Jin Zixuan.

Wei WuXian pressed the wine cup heavily onto the table and said, "Lan Zhan! You know what? My senior sister deserves the best person in the world."

He slapped the table, his brows slightly drunk but with pride, and said: "We will make sure that within a hundred years, everyone will be amazed and full of praise for this grand ceremony. No one will be able to compare. I want to see my senior sister's ceremony completed in a grand manner."

Lan Wangji said, “Yeah.”

Wei WuXian sneered, “What are you humming? I can’t see it anymore.”

At this time, Wen Yuan, who had finished eating the sweet soup, sat on the mat and started playing with the straw-woven butterfly again. The long tentacles of the two butterflies were tangled together and could not be untied for a long time. Seeing his anxious look, Lan Wangji took the butterfly from his hand, untied the four knotted butterfly tentacles in two seconds, and returned it to him.

Seeing this, Wei WuXian lost some of his focus, forced a smile, and said, “Ah Yuan, don’t rub your face over there. There’s still some sweet soup in the corner of your mouth, and it’s going to stain his clothes.”

Lan Wangji took out a plain white hand towel and wiped the sweet soup off Wen Yuan's mouth expressionlessly. Wei Wuxian said, "Lan Zhan, you are really good. I didn't expect you to be so good at coaxing children. I think if you treat him better, he won't want to go back with me..."

Suddenly, Wei Wuxian's expression changed, and he took out a talisman from his chest. The talisman was already burning, and after Wei Wuxian took it out, it turned into ashes in a moment. Lan Wangji's eyes fixed, and Wei Wuxian stood up suddenly and said, "It's broken."

This talisman was the key to a warning array he had set up on the mass grave. If the situation on the mass grave changed after he left, the array was broken, or blood and qi were surging, the talisman would automatically burn to remind him that something was wrong. Wei Wuxian tucked Wen Yuan under his arm and said, "Excuse me, Lan Zhan, I'm going back first!"

The things in Wen Yuan's pocket fell out, and he said anxiously: "Butterfly...Butterfly!" Wei Wuxian had already rushed out of the restaurant with him. Not long after, a white shadow flashed by, and Lan Wangji actually caught up with him and walked side by side. Wei Wuxian asked: "Lan Zhan? What are you doing here?"

Lan Wangji put the butterfly that Wen Yuan dropped into his palm and asked, "Why not fly a sword?" instead of answering directly.

Wei WuXian said, “I forgot to bring it!”

Lan Wangji said nothing, cut him in half, took Bichen with him, and lifted him into the air. Wen Yuan was too young and had never ridden a flying sword before, so he should have been very scared, but because Bichen flew so steadily, he didn't feel the bumps at all. In addition, the pedestrians in the town were shocked by the three people who flew at will, so they looked up and watched, feeling only novelty and excitement, and shouted loudly. Wei Wuxian breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you!"

Lan Wangji asked, “Where?”

Wei WuXian pointed the way: “This way!”