[ Jiang Cheng is quiet as they're brought food, offering a quiet thanks, appreciative of the fact that they've gone out of their way to provide him with something he's more accustomed to. He would have been fine eating anything from Gusu Lan, but he appreciates the gesture all the same. He doesn't smile, but he is soft in voice if nothing else. ]
No. I don't imagine he enjoyed it at all. [ His voice is a little more sour now. He doesn't particularly want to hear about his brother's nuptials, doesn't want to hear anything about what Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji have been getting up to. It isn't because he cares about them choosing to marry one another - he'd had to get over that quickly enough - but because he will never, in this lifetime or another, become friendly with Lan Wangji.
His siblings have a tradition of marrying the men that irritate him the most.
Shaking his head, he leans forward to take a drink of his tea. ]
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No. I don't imagine he enjoyed it at all. [ His voice is a little more sour now. He doesn't particularly want to hear about his brother's nuptials, doesn't want to hear anything about what Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji have been getting up to. It isn't because he cares about them choosing to marry one another - he'd had to get over that quickly enough - but because he will never, in this lifetime or another, become friendly with Lan Wangji.
His siblings have a tradition of marrying the men that irritate him the most.
Shaking his head, he leans forward to take a drink of his tea. ]
Travel suits him.