Jin Ling listens thoughtfully. He mulls Zizhen's reasoning over for a few moments before nodding. It sounds like a positive move to him too. There's the smallest possibility that this was something Huaisang had been plotting when he bedazzled his jiujiu, but he can't see where the pitfalls of doing this even if that was the reason.
"Okay." His gaze lifts to meet Huaisang's. "We can write up a treaty later- after my jiujiu gets back." He sort of wishes his other uncle was here since he was more impartial. Should this be done in the presence of the Chief Cultivator? He wasn't sure. However, he didn't need anyone else knowing some of the more private details like the spy network but perhaps they could have a secondary document that his Excellency wouldn't have to see. He'd talk to Zizhen after Huaisang left about it.
He glances down at their tournament announcement they had been working on before Huaisang entered and then briefly at his companion. He hopes Zizhen won't be offended by this.
"Nie-zongzhu, we're planning a tournament in the fall." He hadn't reminded Zizhen of this next part, but he remembers his promise from Lotus Pier. "We want to add more high culture like music, poetry, and maybe art of some kind. With this new alliance, would you like to be in charge of that portion of it? If you choose you can also be in charge of judging it, but then you wouldn't be eligible to win for fairness sake. What are your thoughts on that?"
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It isn't too long before before Yuan is tucked in his cot with a kiss on the head. Lan Zhan places a bell near his bed in case he needs something and doesn't have the energy to speak. Even with that, he kneels next to his son and watches over him until he's asleep again.
He can tell he needs rest as well, but he can't bring himself to move away. This is his son and he almost lost him. There is no doubt in his mind he's executing that traitorous woman tomorrow but he hasn't decided upon the method. It would need to be public as a symbol to society as a whole not to dare mess with their son, however that means he has to do it in a more calm and rational manner.
Or he could just burn her at the stake while being choked with resentful energy..
He reaches out and takes one of Yuan's hands again, running his thumb lightly along the back of it. Please rest and be well.
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"Okay." His gaze lifts to meet Huaisang's. "We can write up a treaty later- after my jiujiu gets back." He sort of wishes his other uncle was here since he was more impartial. Should this be done in the presence of the Chief Cultivator? He wasn't sure. However, he didn't need anyone else knowing some of the more private details like the spy network but perhaps they could have a secondary document that his Excellency wouldn't have to see. He'd talk to Zizhen after Huaisang left about it.
He glances down at their tournament announcement they had been working on before Huaisang entered and then briefly at his companion. He hopes Zizhen won't be offended by this.
"Nie-zongzhu, we're planning a tournament in the fall." He hadn't reminded Zizhen of this next part, but he remembers his promise from Lotus Pier. "We want to add more high culture like music, poetry, and maybe art of some kind. With this new alliance, would you like to be in charge of that portion of it? If you choose you can also be in charge of judging it, but then you wouldn't be eligible to win for fairness sake. What are your thoughts on that?"
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It isn't too long before before Yuan is tucked in his cot with a kiss on the head. Lan Zhan places a bell near his bed in case he needs something and doesn't have the energy to speak. Even with that, he kneels next to his son and watches over him until he's asleep again.
He can tell he needs rest as well, but he can't bring himself to move away. This is his son and he almost lost him. There is no doubt in his mind he's executing that traitorous woman tomorrow but he hasn't decided upon the method. It would need to be public as a symbol to society as a whole not to dare mess with their son, however that means he has to do it in a more calm and rational manner.
Or he could just burn her at the stake while being choked with resentful energy..
He reaches out and takes one of Yuan's hands again, running his thumb lightly along the back of it. Please rest and be well.