"Great then I'll just kill the bitch who owns the place! How dare she let anything bad happen to him!" He cries, without even knowing what the story is. He twists his arm and his whole body stiffens as pain lances through him. He clutches his bandaged shoulder and lets out a shout.
A few moments later, the servant girl who had been with him at Lotus Pier comes rushing into the room. She sees him holding his arm. "Oh dear! It's the burn! Please, help me hold him steady. I have to give him more salve. The skin is so raw!"
She gets out some supplies and hurries over to the opposite side of the bed that Zizhen was on. "Just hold his chest down. It's painful when I touch it." She hands over a knotted cord for Jin Ling to bite on. The young sect leader is starting to panic both because of how painful his arm is and knowing what's coming. "Will you need more help?"
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Lan Zhan sees the fear on the young man's face and shakes his head. "These are never to be used as punishment like they were with me again. As my son, your punishments, so long as you listen will consist of kneeling, recopying passages in our scripts, and chores. You'll never be left in the snow and you'll never be whipped. The door will always open for you."
Even if.. technically, Lan Sizhui doesn't know what that really meant, it was a promise nonetheless.
He doesn't make Sizhui stay too much longer. It really is frigid, especially at this time of the morning. He has the young man dress in one of the fresh robes he brought for him, so he's not putting on the same clothes he came down in. It's sort of tedious, because once they get back to the Jingshi, he has to undo those robes to put on his new robes, but whatever. At least there is hot tea and hot congee for breakfast.
Also while he's doing that, Lan Zhan teaches him how a proper gentleman lets a servant (or parent) help him dress modestly and then he affectionately brushes out Sizhui's hair, letting his own get a little curl to it as he takes too long to put it up in braids. However, he looks to be enjoying dolling his son up far too much to care about that.
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A few moments later, the servant girl who had been with him at Lotus Pier comes rushing into the room. She sees him holding his arm. "Oh dear! It's the burn! Please, help me hold him steady. I have to give him more salve. The skin is so raw!"
She gets out some supplies and hurries over to the opposite side of the bed that Zizhen was on. "Just hold his chest down. It's painful when I touch it." She hands over a knotted cord for Jin Ling to bite on. The young sect leader is starting to panic both because of how painful his arm is and knowing what's coming. "Will you need more help?"
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Lan Zhan sees the fear on the young man's face and shakes his head. "These are never to be used as punishment like they were with me again. As my son, your punishments, so long as you listen will consist of kneeling, recopying passages in our scripts, and chores. You'll never be left in the snow and you'll never be whipped. The door will always open for you."
Even if.. technically, Lan Sizhui doesn't know what that really meant, it was a promise nonetheless.
He doesn't make Sizhui stay too much longer. It really is frigid, especially at this time of the morning. He has the young man dress in one of the fresh robes he brought for him, so he's not putting on the same clothes he came down in. It's sort of tedious, because once they get back to the Jingshi, he has to undo those robes to put on his new robes, but whatever. At least there is hot tea and hot congee for breakfast.
Also while he's doing that, Lan Zhan teaches him how a proper gentleman lets a servant (or parent) help him dress modestly and then he affectionately brushes out Sizhui's hair, letting his own get a little curl to it as he takes too long to put it up in braids. However, he looks to be enjoying dolling his son up far too much to care about that.