Huaisang gasps against his lips as he's lifted off his feet, arms tightening around Jiang Cheng's shoulders to hold himself up - not that he thinks it's really necessary, he's pretty sure the other man could carry him anywhere he wanted. He settles comfortably in Cheng's lap and brings his hands round to his chest, curling into the collar of his robe.

He smiles sweetly at the question and leans in to whisper, close enough that his lips brush against Jiang Cheng's ear as he speaks.

"Why don't you check if I've followed your instructions, Jiang-zongzhu?"

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Yuan giggles a little at the thought of his father crying over how boring it was - it didn't seem boring to him, it seemed fascinating. Peaceful, serene, beautiful - but not boring, not at all.

"I think he would love anywhere a-die was." he comments lightly, thinking about the way his parents look at each other, the overwhelming love they obviously have for one another.

Although speaking of his parents... he bites his lip thoughtfully.

"Jingyi... downstairs... those disciples we met. It seemed like they weren't saying something..."