[ Of course he struggles to believe it, even coming from someone as righteous as Xichen himself. Jiang Cheng has never been favoured, never been the first chosen or best loved. Why would that be different just because he’s married? Gusu must come first, and then brother and uncle, too. He can mark himself somewhere after that.
Resisting the urge to say any more on it, he tucks his sleeves aside and makes himself comfortable, kneeling beside the now fixed and handsome table. It’s where he has been sitting for most evenings, before slipping away and off to his own sad bed. ]
I’ll indulge you. Do you want me to make tea?
[ Even if he didn’t want to listen to Xichen speak more, he’d still have stayed.
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Resisting the urge to say any more on it, he tucks his sleeves aside and makes himself comfortable, kneeling beside the now fixed and handsome table. It’s where he has been sitting for most evenings, before slipping away and off to his own sad bed. ]
I’ll indulge you. Do you want me to make tea?
[ Even if he didn’t want to listen to Xichen speak more, he’d still have stayed.
It was only right. ]