For some reason, Wei Wuxian felt unusually guilty tonight and didn’t dare to squeeze onto the couch with Lan Wangji as he usually did. He sat on the floor and passed the night in a daze. At some point, his head tilted and he fell asleep leaning against the wooden couch. In the hazy morning, he felt someone gently lifting him up and laying him flat on the couch. Wei Wuxian struggled to open his eyes and saw Lan Wangji’s cold and indifferent face.

He instantly became five or six points sober and called out, “Lan Zhan.”

Lan Wangji responded with a soft “Hmm.” Wei Wuxian continued, “Are you awake or still drunk?”

Lan Wangji replied, “I’m awake.”

Wei Wuxian said, “Oh… it’s dawn.”

Lan Wangji woke up at this time every day, so Wei Wuxian could tell the time without looking at the sky. Lan Wangji took Wei Wuxian’s wrist, and both wrists bore several red marks. Lan Wangji retrieved a light blue porcelain bottle from his sleeve and began applying medicine to Wei Wuxian. The fine ointment instantly brought a cooling sensation wherever it was applied. Wei Wuxian squinted his eyes and said, “Ouch… Lan Zhan, you have no manners when you’re drunk.”

Without lifting his eyes, Lan Wangji replied, “Reap what you sow.”

Wei Wuxian’s heart skipped a beat and he said, “Lan Zhan, after you got drunk, what did you do? You really don’t remember, do you?”

Lan Wangji said, “I don’t remember.”

Wei Wuxian thought, “He probably doesn’t remember. Otherwise, he would be furious and tear me apart.”

He was glad that Lan Wangji didn’t remember, but also a bit disappointed. It felt like he had done something naughty, stolen something, secretly delighted and laughed to himself in a corner, yet regretted not having someone to share his guilty pleasure with. Unconsciously, his eyes focused on Lan Wangji’s lips.

Although those lips never curved into a smile, they looked soft, and they were indeed soft.

Wei Wuxian unintentionally bit his own lip and started to daydream, “The Lan Clan of Gusu has such strict upbringing, and Lan Zhan is completely clueless about romance. He probably has never kissed a girl before. What should I do now? I’ve taken the lead. Should I tell him? Will he get upset and cry? Ah, maybe he would have when he was younger, but not now. And he’s like a wooden monk, maybe he’s never even had such thoughts… Wait! Last time when he was drunk, I asked him if he had someone he liked, and he said ‘yes.’ Maybe he has already kissed someone? But with Lan Zhan’s restrained personality, it must have been an expression of genuine feelings and propriety. Most likely, he hasn’t kissed anyone or even held hands. Speaking of which, he probably didn’t even understand the kind of ’like’ I was referring to…”

After Lan Wangji finished applying medicine on Wei Wuxian, someone lightly knocked on the door three times. Lan Sizhui’s voice came from outside, “Hanguang-Jun, are you awake? Are we leaving?”

Lan Wangji replied, “Wait downstairs.”

As they left the city, they were about to go their separate ways at the city gate. Initially, the young scions of the noble families were only familiar faces, occasionally visiting each other’s residences during intellectual gatherings. However, after experiencing the cat corpse incident together and spending a thrilling day and night in a mist-shrouded ghost city, as well as burning paper money, secretly drinking alcohol, quarreling, and cursing together, they had become quite familiar with each other. They were reluctant to part, lingering at the city gate, making plans to visit each other’s homes for intellectual gatherings or go night hunting in each other’s territories. Lan Wangji didn’t rush them and stood silently under a tree. The fairy, who was being watched by him, dared not make a fuss and could only crouch under the tree, looking eagerly toward Jin Ling, wagging its tail.

Taking advantage of Lan Wangji’s focus on the fairy, Wei Wuxian wrapped his arm around Jin Ling’s shoulder and walked a little further away.

Moxuan Yu was one of Jin Guangyao’s illegitimate children, the half-brother of Jin Zixuan and Jin Guangshan’s son with a different mother. So, from a blood relationship perspective, he could be considered Jin Ling’s uncle and could naturally speak to him in an elder’s tone. As they walked, Wei Wuxian advised, “When you go back, don’t argue or talk back to your uncle anymore. Listen to him, be careful in the future, and don’t go out alone for night hunting.”

Despite his noble background, Jin Ling couldn’t escape rumors and gossip. Being an orphan, he was inevitably eager to prove himself. Wei Wuxian continued, “You’re still in your teens! Others of your age from noble families haven’t hunted any formidable demons or monsters. Why are you in such a hurry to be the first?”

Jin Ling replied gloomily, “My uncle and you became famous when you were in your teens.”

Wei Wuxian thought to himself, “Can it be the same? Back then, the Qishan Wen Clan had everyone on edge. People were in fear, fighting and training desperately, not knowing if they would be the next unlucky one. In the War of the Sunshot Campaign, people were sent to the battlefield regardless of their age. But now, the situation is stable, and each family is at peace. Naturally, the atmosphere is not as tense, and everyone doesn’t need to train so hard. There’s no need for it.”

Jin Ling continued, “Even Wei Ying, Wei Wuxian, was in his teens when he slaughtered Xuanwu. If even he can do it, why can’t I?”

When Wei Wuxian heard his surname and that word connected together, he felt a chill. Finally shaking off the goosebumps, he said, “Was that him who killed it? Wasn’t it Hanguang-Jun who killed it?”

Hearing him mention Lan Wangji, Jin Ling looked at him with an inexplicable expression. He wanted to say something but held back and said, “Your relationship with Hanguang-Jun… never mind. It’s your own business. Anyway, I don’t want to get involved. If you want to break the bond, go ahead, but there’s no cure for this illness.”

Wei Wuxian sneered, “How is this an illness?” In his mind, he laughed, “He actually thought I shamelessly pursued Lan Zhan?!”

Jin Ling continued, “I already know the meaning behind Gusu Lan’s forehead ribbon. Since it’s like this, then stay by Hanguang-Jun’s side. Even if you break the bond, do it with integrity and don’t provoke other men, especially those from our family! Otherwise, don’t blame me for being impolite.”

When he said “our family,” it included both the Lanling Jin Clan and the Yunmeng Jiang Clan. It seemed that the tolerance for breaking the bond had increased, as long as he didn’t involve their family members. Wei Wuxian said, “You child! What do you mean by provoking other men? You’re making me sound like something. Forehead ribbon? Does Gusu Lan’s forehead ribbon have any significance?”

Jin Ling said, “Stop it! Don’t act innocent after benefiting from it. Don’t get carried away. I don’t want to talk about this anymore. Are you Wei Ying?”

With his final sentence, he suddenly threw out a direct question, catching Wei Wuxian off guard. Calmly, Wei Wuxian responded, “Do you think I am?”

Jin Ling remained silent for a while, then gave a short whistle and said, “Fairy!”

Upon being called by its name, the fairy wagged its tongue and sprinted over. Wei Wuxian hurriedly ran away, saying, “Speak properly! Why call it a dog!”

Jin Ling said, “Hmph! Goodbye!”

After bidding farewell, he walked proudly in the direction of Lanling, indicating that he still didn’t dare to return to Yunmeng Lotus Pier to see Jiang Cheng. The young scions of other families also went home in pairs or groups. In the end, only Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji, and a few younger members of the Lan family remained.

As they walked, the younger members couldn’t help but frequently look back. Lan Jingyi, with a desolate expression on his face, asked, “Where should we go next?”

Lan Sizhui responded, “Zewu-Jun is currently night hunting in the Tanzhou area. Should we return directly to Cloud Recesses or meet him there?”

Lan Wangji said, “Tanzhou, let’s meet there.”

Wei Wuxian said, “Great, maybe I can help with something. After all, I don’t know where to find my good brother next.”

The two of them walked in front, while the other young disciples followed behind. After a while, Lan Wangji said, “Jiang Cheng knows who you are.”

Wei Wuxian, sitting on the Blossom Luan, let the little apple walk slowly and said, “Yes, he knows. But even if he knows, what can he do? He can’t produce any evidence.”

Possession and usurpation were different; they left no trace. Jiang Cheng had only guessed based on Wei Wuxian’s reaction upon seeing a dog. However, Wei Wuxian had never mentioned his fear of dogs to anyone. Moreover, one’s expressions and reactions couldn’t be used as conclusive evidence by someone who wasn’t very familiar with them. Even if Jiang Cheng were to publicize that Yiling Patriarch Wei Wuxian was afraid of dogs, people would probably think it was the result of the notorious Yiling Patriarch’s years of hunting the wrong person and finally going mad.

Wei Wuxian said, “So I’m really curious. How did you recognize me?”

Lan Wangji calmly replied, “I’m also curious about why your memory is so poor.”

Before they reached Tanzhou and met with Lan Xichen, the group passed by a garden. The young disciples couldn’t help but be curious about the large and magnificent garden that was unattended. They entered to explore, as long as it didn’t violate their family rules. Lan Wangji never stopped them, so they went in. The garden had stone pavilions, stone railings, stone tables, and stone benches for appreciating flowers and moonlight. However, after years of wind and rain, one corner of the pavilion was missing, and two stone benches had fallen over. The garden was devoid of flowers, only dried branches and withered leaves. This garden had been abandoned for many years.

After the young disciples had wandered around for a while, Lan Sizhui asked, “Is this the garden of the Flower-Planting Maiden?”

Lan Jingyi asked in confusion, “The Flower-Planting Maiden? Who is that? Does this garden have an owner? It looks so dilapidated, no one has taken care of it for a long time.”

The term “Shihua,” referring to flowers that bloom in season for a short period, encompassed a variety of flowers with different colors. When they bloomed, the garden would be filled with a fragrant aroma. Upon hearing the name, Wei Wuxian felt a flicker of recognition. Lan Sizhui leaned against one of the stone pavilion’s pillars, pondered for a moment, and said, “If I remember correctly, it should be. This garden used to be famous. I read about it in a book, in the chapter titled ‘The Flower-Planting Maiden.’ It mentioned that there is a flower garden in Tanzhou, and within the garden resides a maiden. Under the moonlight, she recites beautiful poems and gifts a blooming flower. The flower remains fresh for three years, preserving its fragrance. However, if the poem is poorly composed or recited with errors, the maiden emerges from the flower bushes and throws a flower at the person’s face before disappearing.”

Lan Jingyi exclaimed, “If the poem is recited incorrectly, she throws a flower at your face? I hope the flowers don’t have thorns; otherwise, if I were to try it, I would end up with a face covered in blood from the prickles. What kind of monster is she?”

Lan Sizhui explained, “She is not considered a monster but rather a spirit. According to legend, the original owner of the flower garden was a poet. He personally planted these flowers and befriended them. He would recite poetry daily in the garden, and the flowers absorbed the essence of his literary passion, condensing into the Flower-Planting Maiden. When outsiders visit the garden and recite good poems that remind her of the person who planted the flowers, she happily gifts them a flower. However, if the poem is poorly recited, she emerges from the flower bushes and pelts the person with flowers. The impact causes the person to faint, and when they wake up, they find themselves thrown out of the garden. Ten years ago, there was a constant stream of people coming to this garden.”

Wei Wuxian remarked, “Elegant and refined, indeed. However, Gusu Lan’s library won’t have books documenting such things. Sizhui, tell me honestly, what books are you reading, and who showed them to you?”

Lan Sizhui blushed slightly and glanced at Lan Wangji, worried about being reprimanded. Lan Jingyi interjected, “Is the Flower-Planting Maiden beautiful? Why would so many people come here?”

Seeing that Lan Wangji didn’t express any reproach, Lan Sizhui breathed a sigh of relief and answered with a smile, “She should be beautiful. After all, she is an elegant spirit formed by the essence of such beautiful things. However, no one has ever seen the face of the Flower-Planting Maiden clearly. Even if one can’t compose poems, reciting one or two isn’t difficult. That’s why most people receive a flower from her. Occasionally, if someone recites poorly and is hit by a flower, they immediately faint and miss the chance to see her. However… there is one exception.”

Another young disciple asked, “Who is that person?”

Wei Wuxian coughed lightly.

Lan Sizhui replied, “Yiling Patriarch, Wei Wuxian.”

Wei Wuxian coughed again and said, “Well, why is it him again? Can’t we talk about something else?”

No one paid him any attention. Lan Jingyi waved his hand and anxiously said, “Stop arguing! What’s wrong with Wei Wuxian? This big demon, what did he do again? Did he forcibly capture the Flower-Planting Maiden?”

Lan Sizhui explained, “No, he didn’t do that. However, in order to see the face of the Flower-Planting Maiden clearly, he specifically came from Yunmeng to Tanzhou and entered this garden. Every time, he intentionally recited the wrong poem, provoking the Flower-Planting Maiden to anger and throw flowers at him before throwing him out. After waking up, he would crawl back in and continue reciting loudly, making mistakes again. After repeating this more than twenty times, he finally saw the face of the Flower-Planting Maiden and praised her everywhere. But Wei Wuxian also angered her, and she stopped appearing for a long time. Whenever he entered, a rain of flowers would shower down on him, creating a scene even more extraordinary than before.”

The young disciples burst into laughter and exclaimed, “Wei Wuxian is such a nuisance!”

“How boring!”

Wei Wuxian rubbed his chin and said, “What’s so boring about it? Who hasn’t done one or two of these things during their youth? By the way, why do people know about this kind of thing? It’s even written seriously in books. That’s the real boring part.”

Lan Wangji looked at him, his expression devoid of emotion, but a hint of amusement glimmered in his eyes, as if he was teasing him. Wei Wuxian thought to himself, “Heh, Lan Zhan actually dares to mock me. I know about your embarrassing incidents from your youth. Even if there aren’t ten, there are at least eight of them. One day, I’ll tell these kids about it, and it will shatter their image of the pure and untouchable Hanguang-jun. Just wait.”

He said, “You kids are restless and distracted. You’re probably reading miscellaneous books every day instead of focusing on cultivating. When you go back, have Hanguang-jun punish you by copying the family rules ten times.”

The young disciples were shocked, their faces drained of color. “Copying them upside down?!”

Wei Wuxian was also surprised and looked at Lan Wangji. “Do you punish them by making them copy them upside down? That’s too harsh.”

Lan Wangji replied calmly, “Copying them alone is insufficient for some to remember their lessons. Copying them upside down makes a deeper impression and aids in cultivation.”

Naturally, Wei Wuxian was one of those who didn’t remember his lessons. He pretended not to understand and turned around, feeling fortunate that he wasn’t made to copy them upside down back then.

A group of young disciples listened to the story with great interest and decided to camp in the Flower-Planting Garden tonight. Camping during a night hunt was a common practice, so they gathered branches and fallen leaves to build a fire. Lan Wangji went out to patrol the area, ensuring its safety and setting up defensive formations to guard against any potential threats. Wei Wuxian stretched his legs and sat by the bonfire. Seeing Lan Wangji finally leave, he saw an opportunity to satisfy his curiosity and asked, “By the way, I have a question. What is the significance of the forehead ribbon in your clan?”

At the mention of this, the faces of the young disciples suddenly changed, and they stumbled over their words. Wei Wuxian’s heart skipped a beat, and his heart pounded.

Lan Sizhui cautiously replied, “Senior, don’t you know?”

Wei Wuxian said, “If I knew, would I be asking? Do I seem like such a boring person?”

Lan Jingyi muttered, “You seem quite… After all, you even tricked us into queuing to see that thing… Wei Wuxian stirred the fire with a stick, causing sparks to scatter, and said, “I did that to let you all have a good exercise and break through yourselves. It was indeed useful. Remember my words, and you will benefit greatly in the future.”

Lan Sizhui seemed to be considering his words, contemplating for a while before saying, “It’s like this. The forehead ribbon of the Gusu Lan clan symbolizes ‘self-restraint.’ Do you know that, senior?”

Wei Wuxian asked, “I know. And then?”

Lan Sizhui continued, “However, the founder of the Gusu Lan clan, Lan An, once said that one can be free from any restraint only in front of their destined person, their beloved. Therefore, the teachings passed down through generations state that our forehead ribbon is an extremely personal and sensitive item. It cannot be touched or removed by anyone other than oneself. It should not be tied to someone else, as it is considered taboo. Well, except…”

Except for what? It didn’t need to be said.

Beside the bonfire, the faces of these young and naive disciples turned red, and Lan Sizhui couldn’t continue speaking.

Wei Wuxian felt that more than half of the blood in his body rushed to his head.

This forehead ribbon… this forehead ribbon… this, this, this…

The significance of this forehead ribbon was remarkably weighty!

He suddenly felt the need for fresh air, stood up abruptly, rushed out, and leaned against a withered tree to steady himself. He thought to himself, “My goodness! What have I done?”

At the Baijia Qingshuang Summit held by the Wen clan on Qishan, a grand event lasted for seven days, with different activities each day. One of the days was dedicated to archery.

The rules of the competition allowed young participants from various families to hunt. Among the more than one thousand life-sized paper targets that moved swiftly like real people, there were only a hundred with evil spirits concealed within. If one shot at the wrong target, they would be immediately disqualified. Only by continuously hitting the correct targets with the concealed evil spirits could one remain in the competition. In the end, the number and accuracy of hits determined the rankings.

Wei Wuxian, as one of the representatives of the Yunmeng Jiang clan, naturally participated. Before the competition, he had listened to debates among the younger generation for the entire morning, feeling dizzy and weary. Only when he picked up his bow and arrows did he regain some energy. While walking towards the hunting grounds, yawning along the way, he casually swept his gaze and suddenly saw a young man standing beside him. The young man had a fair complexion, exuded an icy aura, and was dressed in a red round-collared robe with a narrow sleeve. This was the unified attire for the young participants of the Baijia Qingshuang Summit, but he looked exceptionally good in it—elegant, dignified, and charmingly handsome, catching Wei Wuxian’s attention.

The young man held a bundle of snow-white tail-feathered arrows and was testing his bow. With slender fingers, he plucked the bowstring, producing a melodious and powerful sound, captivating to the ears.

Recognizing the young man but finding it difficult to recall his name, Wei Wuxian slapped his thigh and greeted him excitedly, “Ah! Isn’t this Wangji-xiong?”

It had been over a year since Wei Wuxian left the Cloud Recesses and was sent back to Lotus Pier. After returning, he briefly shared some stories and gossip about Gusu Lan, including plenty of comments on Lan Wangji’s handsome but rigid face. However, he soon put that period behind him and continued his carefree and unruly adventures on the lakes and mountains. Although he had seen Lan Wangji wearing the plain attire of the Gusu Lan clan, he hadn’t seen him in such a striking and eye-catching outfit. Coupled with Lan Wangji’s excessively beautiful face, their unexpected reunion temporarily blinded Wei Wuxian, and he couldn’t immediately recognize him.

Lan Wangji turned to leave after testing his bow. Wei Wuxian felt disappointed and called out to Jiang Cheng, “Hey! He ignored me again.”

Jiang Cheng glanced at him coldly, showing no intention of paying any attention to him either. The target range had over twenty entrances, each assigned to a different clan. Lan Wangji walked toward the entrance of the Gusu Lan clan, and Wei Wuxian hurriedly slipped past him. Lan Wangji sidestepped, and he sidestepped as well. Lan Wangji took a step, and he followed suit. He was deliberately blocking his way.

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In the end, Lan Wangji stood still, slightly raised his head, and solemnly said, “Excuse me.”

Wei Wuxian replied, “Acknowledging my existence? Were you pretending not to know me earlier or pretending not to hear me?”

Not far away, the other young disciples from different clans watched them with curiosity and amusement. Jiang Cheng impatiently clicked his tongue and carried his arrows to another entrance.

Lan Wangji coldly raised his gaze and repeated, “Excuse me.”

Wei Wuxian smirked, raised an eyebrow, and moved to the side. The entrance arch was narrow, forcing Lan Wangji to brush against him as he passed. Once Lan Wangji entered, Wei Wuxian called out from behind him, “Lan Zhan, your forehead ribbon is crooked.”

Noble descendants paid great attention to appearance, especially the Gusu Lan clan. Upon hearing this, Lan Wangji instinctively raised his hand to fix it. However, his forehead ribbon was originally perfectly aligned. When he turned his head, he glared at Wei Wuxian with displeasure, but the latter had already turned and headed to the entrance of the Yunmeng Jiang clan.

After the formal competition began, many young disciples from distinguished families were eliminated for mistakenly shooting ordinary paper targets. Wei Wuxian shot slowly, but with utmost accuracy. Within a short time, he had already removed seventeen arrows from his quiver. He was about to try shooting with his non-dominant hand when something floated onto his face.

The object was light and soft, tickling Wei Wuxian’s cheek like a wisp of floating fluff. When he turned to look, he realized that Lan Wangji had silently approached him, standing with his back turned, drawing his bow toward a paper target.

The ribbon on Lan Wangji’s forehead fluttered in the wind, gently brushing against Wei Wuxian’s face.

Narrowing his eyes, Wei Wuxian called out, “Wangji-xiong!”

Lan Wangji fully drew his bow, paused for a moment, and responded, “What is it?”

Wei Wuxian said, “Your forehead ribbon is crooked.”

This time, Lan Wangji no longer believed him. Without looking back, he released an arrow and bluntly uttered two words, “How boring.”

Wei Wuxian replied, “I’m serious this time! It’s really crooked. Don’t believe me? Take a look, and I’ll fix it for you.”

With that said, Wei Wuxian reached out and grabbed the soft end of the ribbon that was floating in front of him. However, he couldn’t resist his mischievous nature. Accustomed to pulling the braids of the girls from Yunmeng, he instinctively gave the ribbon a tug. Unfortunately, the ribbon was already slightly askew and loose, so when he pulled it, it slid off Lan Wangji’s forehead.

Lan Wangji’s hand holding the bow trembled.

After a while, he stiffly turned his head, his gaze slowly shifting toward Wei Wuxian.

Wei Wuxian still held the ribbon in his hand and said, “I’m sorry, it was unintentional. Here, you can tie it back on properly.”

Lan Wangji’s expression turned extremely unpleasant.

A dark aura seemed to shroud his forehead, and the veins on the back of his hand holding the bow bulged, making it appear as though he was on the verge of trembling with anger. Wei Wuxian, feeling bloodshot eyes staring at him, couldn’t help but pinch the ribbon in his hand and wondered, “The thing I accidentally pulled off was indeed a forehead ribbon, right? Not some other part of his body?”

Seeing that Wei Wuxian dared to pinch it, Lan Wangji forcefully snatched the ribbon from his hand.

As he snatched it, Wei Wuxian let go. Several other members of the Lan clan gathered around, no longer shooting arrows. Lan Xichen put his arm around his younger brother’s shoulder and whispered something to the silent Lan Wangji. The others wore serious expressions, as if facing a formidable enemy, shaking their heads while casting inexplicably eerie glances at Wei Wuxian.

Wei Wuxian could only make out fragments of their conversation, including words like “accident,” “no need to be angry,” “no need to mind,” “gentleman,” and “family rules.” He became more bewildered. Lan Wangji’s gaze seemed to be filled with bloodshot veins, and unable to resist, Wei Wuxian pinched the ribbon again, thinking, “The thing I pulled off was indeed a forehead ribbon, right?”

Realizing that Lan Wangji was not in a good mood, Wei Wuxian relinquished the ribbon and said, “I’m sorry, it was unintentional. Here, you can tie it back on properly.”

Lan Wangji’s expression became extremely unpleasant.

A dark aura seemed to shroud his forehead, and the veins on the back of his hand holding the bow bulged, making it appear as though he was on the verge of trembling with anger. Wei Wuxian, feeling bloodshot eyes staring at him, couldn’t help but pinch the ribbon in his hand and wondered, “The thing I accidentally pulled off was indeed a forehead ribbon, right? Not some other part of his body?”

Seeing that Wei Wuxian dared to pinch it, Lan Wangji forcefully snatched the ribbon from his hand.

As he snatched it, Wei Wuxian let go. Several other members of the Lan clan gathered around, no longer shooting arrows. Lan Xichen put his arm around his younger brother’s shoulder and whispered something to the silent Lan Wangji. The others wore serious expressions, as if facing a formidable enemy, shaking their heads while casting inexplicably eerie glances at Wei Wuxian.

Wei Wuxian could only make out fragments of their conversation, including words like “accident,” “no need to be angry,” “no need to mind,” “gentleman,” and “family rules.” He became more bewildered. Lan Wangji’s gaze seemed to be filled with bloodshot veins, and unable to resist, Wei Wuxian pinched the ribbon again, thinking, “The thing I pulled off was indeed a forehead ribbon, right?”

Realizing that Lan Wangji was not in a good mood, Wei Wuxian relinquished the ribbon and said, “I’m sorry, it was unintentional. Here, you can tie it back on properly.”

Lan Wangji’s expression became extremely unpleasant.

A dark aura seemed to shroud his forehead, and the veins on the back of his hand holding the bow bulged, making it appear as though he was on the verge of trembling with anger. Wei Wuxian, feeling bloodshot eyes staring at him, couldn’t help but pinch the ribbon in his hand and wondered, “The thing I accidentally pulled off was indeed a forehead ribbon, right?”

Seeing that Wei Wuxian dared to pinch it, Lan Wangji forcefully snatched the ribbon from his hand.

As he snatched it, Wei Wuxian let go. Several other members of the Lan clan gathered around, no longer shooting arrows. Lan Xichen put his arm around his younger brother’s shoulder and whispered something to the silent Lan Wangji. The others wore serious expressions, as if facing a formidable enemy, shaking their heads while casting inexplicably eerie glances at Wei Wuxian.

Wei Wuxian could only make out fragments of their conversation, including words like “accident,” “no need to be angry,” “no need to mind,” “gentleman,” and “family rules.” He became more bewildered. Lan Wangji’s gaze seemed to be filled with bloodshot veins, and unable to resist, Wei Wuxian pinched the ribbon in his hand and wondered, “The thing I pulled off was indeed a forehead ribbon, right?”

Lan Jingyi wondered, “What is he doing walking around there by himself? Can’t he sit still after eating too much?”

Another youth said, “His face keeps turning red and green… Did he eat something bad?”

“We didn’t eat anything either… Is it because of the meaning behind the forehead ribbon? He doesn’t have to be so agitated. It seems like he’s really infatuated with Hanguang Jun. Look how happy he is…”

Wei Wuxian walked around a clump of withered flowers for more than fifty rounds before he finally managed to calm down. He couldn’t help but cry and laugh at the last statement. Just then, he heard the sound of dried leaves being crushed behind him.

Judging by the footsteps, it should be Lan Wangji returning. Wei Wuxian quickly adjusted his expression, turned around, and saw a tall, upright, and imposing figure standing not far behind him, under the shadow of a dead tree.

This figure was missing a head.

Author’s Note:

Wan Jun is the top, hahaha. New readers might not be clear about the author’s nature, but please believe me, Wan Jun is really the top.