"Thread of the Unseen Bond" *WangXian*
Chapter ¹
The wind carried a sharp scent of blood and ash as waves whooshed and fell.
Lan Wangji stood at the edge of the cliff, robes torn, gaze blank, sword slick with crimson.
Below, the siege of the Burial Mounds had ended—Wei Wuxian was gone.
He did not scream. He did not cry. He simply turned his face to the sky.
A white ribbon fluttered from his wrist, then snapped free.
He leapt.
—
Cries filled the warm chamber of Wei Sect’s inner house.
A newborn's wails echoed through high ceilings carved with demonic seals and bone patterns.
Wei Changze pressed a cold cloth to Jiang Fengmian’s brow, eyes flickering with relief and panic.
Wei Changze/Enigma
“He’s out,” (voice hoarse) “He’s crying. He’s... strong.”
Jiang Fengmian, pale and sweat-soaked, tilted his head weakly toward the cradle.
Jiang Fenmian/Dominant Alpha
“Let me see him... bring him here, Changze.
Wei Changze immediately turned (heart pounding, hands careful) and lifted the infant wrapped in black silk.
The baby’s eyes were fiercely open—red-rimmed and unblinking.
He didn’t look like a newborn. He looked like he remembered.
Jiang Fenmian/Dominant Alpha
(softly) “Wei Ying.”
The baby stilled at the name.
As if it recognized it.
A soft knock interrupted the moment.
Jiang Ziyuan entered, long braid swinging, face glistening from the mountain’s climb.
Behind her, Wei Sanren followed with bright, curious eyes.
Between them trailed their children—Jiang Yanli, eight years old, and Jiang Cheng, four.
Jiang yanli/Omega/Six
(whispering to her mother) “Mama, is that him?”
Wei Sanren/Omega
“That’s your little cousin, Wei Ying. Be gentle.”
Jiang yanli/Omega/Six
(tugging at her robes) “Can I hold him, Mama?”
Jiang Fengmian smiled faintly, reaching out.
Jiang Fenmian/Dominant Alpha
“Come here, A-li. You may hold him if you're careful.”
The girl stepped closer, heart thudding, hands outstretched.
Wei Changze placed the baby in her arms slowly.
Wei Ying blinked up at her.
And didn’t cry.
Jiang yanli/Omega/Six
(gently) “Hello, little cousin.
Jiang Cheng peeked from behind his mother’s robes, grumbling.
Jiang Cheng/Alpha/4
“He’s so small. Why are we here?”
Wei Sanren/Omega
“You’ll understand one day, A-Cheng.”
A sharp gust blew through the hall as seals along the wall pulsed.
Wei Changze looked toward the wards.
Wei Changze/Enigma
“Someone’s coming.”
From outside, three silhouettes emerged through the bone gate—Lan Xichen, Lan Wangji, and an attendant from the Lan Sect.
They were guests. Diplomats.
Wei Ying stared past the cradle’s edge and his fingers curled.
Lan Wangji’s white robes rippled like clouds in a storm.
His eyes caught the baby’s.
They both froze.
A crackle of energy passed between them—lightning without thunder.
Wei Ying’s soul twisted.
He remembered those eyes.
He remembered dying in front of them.
But he didn’t cry.
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