The morning was just as wonderful as falling asleep had been. Jin Ling wakes Yuan to make love to him again. He's a little more aware of people in the other rooms this time though and keeps both of their vocals quiet with kisses. He helps afterward to get them both cleaned up and dressed properly in fresh robes. After the late night and the private morning, they're almost late to lunch.
It's the first time they walk in together to face his family and the other guests, so Jin Ling gave his beau as many words of encouragement as he can beforehand. The first seat to Jiang Cheng's right- the most honored seat- goes properly today to the Chief Cultivator and .. spouse. However, the very next one, which is still highly honored has been reserved for Jin Ling and his guest.
After bowing properly to everyone, including the host, Jin Ling sits down and gives Yuan a reassuring smile. He knows they're at a prominent table putting them on display, but his date is beautiful and elegant. He has faith Yuan is able to handle these people. His gaze moves around the room to his uncles and the other leaders, nodding again a slightly unusually pleasant greeting- settling last on Wei Wuxian, who even gets a small, subtly grateful smile.
A servant hurries forward and pours the sect leader a cup of tea before moving to Yuan. As Jin Ling picks it up and lifts it to his lips, he freezes. No! Not here! Not on the day before his uncle's wedding! He inwardly panics and glances toward his uncle, knowing what damage this was going to do. Briefly he shuts his eyes, but pushes himself to act anyway. His hand quickly moves to touch Yuan's arm lightly, getting his attention. The servant startles and looks at Ling confused.
"This tea is stale. Remove it from our table at once!" He says in the most haughty, no-arguments tone. He snaps his fingers over his shoulder. "Liling, bring a fresh pot and leaves."
Jiang Cheng gapes at his nephew. Of all things for the little shit to say, that was the very first? "Ling! You dare try and embarrass me on the day before my wedding?"
Jin Ling refuses to even flinch at the tone. He stays unmoved even as the others around him begin muttering that he's 'arrogant' and 'spoiled' and 'just like he was when he was a child' and the one that gets just the slightest tightening in his jaw 'just like his dad'. Please Jiujiu forgive me! He returns his uncle's gaze and states with almost a faint sneer. "You'd dare serve my guest and I poor quality tea in your house?"
Wanyin is on his feet in a second, barely holding back his sudden rage. He stalks over to Jin Ling, who somehow must have taken a lesson from Wangji, because he doesn't move a muscle. "How dare you speak to me that way! Have you now shame? Have I not raised you and cared for you like you were my son? This is the respect I've earned? There is nothing wrong with this tea!" He picks up the cup of tea and moves to taste it.
"No!" Jin Ling cries leaping to his feet in a flash and slaps the cup from his uncle's hand. The liquid sprays disgracefully on part of the groom's robes and the cup shatters on the ground. However, before it even reaches there, a hand print is blossoming on Jin Ling's face. Wanyin stares in disbelief and looks from his nephew to his hand stinging from how hard he just struck the younger man.
Jin Ling usually cowers or blocks with his hands or some other childish reaction when he used to make a motion like that. Instead, this time, he hadn't even flinched- like he knew it was coming- like.. a full grown man would've.
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It's the first time they walk in together to face his family and the other guests, so Jin Ling gave his beau as many words of encouragement as he can beforehand. The first seat to Jiang Cheng's right- the most honored seat- goes properly today to the Chief Cultivator and .. spouse. However, the very next one, which is still highly honored has been reserved for Jin Ling and his guest.
After bowing properly to everyone, including the host, Jin Ling sits down and gives Yuan a reassuring smile. He knows they're at a prominent table putting them on display, but his date is beautiful and elegant. He has faith Yuan is able to handle these people. His gaze moves around the room to his uncles and the other leaders, nodding again a slightly unusually pleasant greeting- settling last on Wei Wuxian, who even gets a small, subtly grateful smile.
A servant hurries forward and pours the sect leader a cup of tea before moving to Yuan. As Jin Ling picks it up and lifts it to his lips, he freezes. No! Not here! Not on the day before his uncle's wedding! He inwardly panics and glances toward his uncle, knowing what damage this was going to do. Briefly he shuts his eyes, but pushes himself to act anyway. His hand quickly moves to touch Yuan's arm lightly, getting his attention. The servant startles and looks at Ling confused.
"This tea is stale. Remove it from our table at once!" He says in the most haughty, no-arguments tone. He snaps his fingers over his shoulder. "Liling, bring a fresh pot and leaves."
Jiang Cheng gapes at his nephew. Of all things for the little shit to say, that was the very first? "Ling! You dare try and embarrass me on the day before my wedding?"
Jin Ling refuses to even flinch at the tone. He stays unmoved even as the others around him begin muttering that he's 'arrogant' and 'spoiled' and 'just like he was when he was a child' and the one that gets just the slightest tightening in his jaw 'just like his dad'. Please Jiujiu forgive me! He returns his uncle's gaze and states with almost a faint sneer. "You'd dare serve my guest and I poor quality tea in your house?"
Wanyin is on his feet in a second, barely holding back his sudden rage. He stalks over to Jin Ling, who somehow must have taken a lesson from Wangji, because he doesn't move a muscle. "How dare you speak to me that way! Have you now shame? Have I not raised you and cared for you like you were my son? This is the respect I've earned? There is nothing wrong with this tea!" He picks up the cup of tea and moves to taste it.
"No!" Jin Ling cries leaping to his feet in a flash and slaps the cup from his uncle's hand. The liquid sprays disgracefully on part of the groom's robes and the cup shatters on the ground. However, before it even reaches there, a hand print is blossoming on Jin Ling's face. Wanyin stares in disbelief and looks from his nephew to his hand stinging from how hard he just struck the younger man.
Jin Ling usually cowers or blocks with his hands or some other childish reaction when he used to make a motion like that. Instead, this time, he hadn't even flinched- like he knew it was coming- like.. a full grown man would've.