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“So, Ah-Jie is alive.”
“Yes.”
“In Lotus Pier, with Jin Ling. With you.”
“Yes.” Wei Wuxian’s smile had a tint of sadness and guilt in it, as if the alternative arrangement—of Ah-Jie staying in Carp Tower as a lonely widow, of Ah-Ling spending his childhood bullied by the Jin boys—was somehow a better option.
“It's her own will. She renounced her status as the lady of Carp Tower and moved back to Yunmeng. Of course, it also means that Ah-Ling is no longer an heir ….”
“It’s better that way.” What he wouldn’t give to make Ah-Ling his heir instead, to watch him grew up in Lotus Pier still instead of sitting on the throne too big for him, far away in Lanling where Jiang Cheng could no longer protect him. “Trust me.”
But could you really know which was better and which was worse? Wasn’t the two of them sitting here, two Jiang leaders of different worlds, was a testament that no matter which path they chose, it would only lead them to sorrow?
Instead of answering, Wei Wuxian sipped his tea. It irked Jiang Cheng in a strange way, this side of this Wei Wuxian. He still had his old body, all broad shoulders and proud posture; but he was too subdued, too diplomatic. The thirteen years he endured as a sect leader had taught him when to shut up, and it felt … wrong.
“And how is he? Jin Ling,” Jiang Cheng asked then, if only to fill the uncomfortable silence that shouldn’t have been present together with Wei Wuxian. “How does he fare, as a Jiang member?”
A soft wind blew, carrying a sweet fragrance of water through the round window on the far side of the room. They both turned their gaze toward it, to the pond outside overflown with blooming lotus. They had a full bloom this year, myriads of colors doting the spread of greens like water lanterns. The soft petals nodding like sleepy heads.
“Ah, he’s a lively one,” Wei Wuxian chuckled, shaking his head. “A little princeling, just like his father was. Always up to no good. But he’s hard-working, and always eager to help. He has his mother’s heart,” there, Wei Wuxian’s tone swelled with pride and fondness.
Jiang Cheng’s heart ached. How that Ah-Ling was so similar to his own Ah-Ling still. How different their fates were.
Even if his Ah-Ling stayed in Lotus Pier, Jiang Cheng couldn’t possibly give him half the things the other Ah-Ling got. It wasn’t the same. Jiang Cheng was not a real parent, and nor was he Wei Wuxian.
And just like that, Jiang Cheng thought it was worth it. Ah-Ling’s happiness, Ah-Jie’s life, Wei Wuxian’s presence in their lives—it was worth Jiang Cheng’s death ten times over. He wouldn’t say it to this Wei Wuxian because he wouldn’t understand, because this man loved his shidi too much to ever consider him less than a great man; but Jiang Cheng knew himself the most.
It didn’t matter which world he existed. It didn’t matter that he was a different entity than the dead Jiang Cheng (the demonic cultivator Jiang Cheng, the one without a golden core, the man who was spared from the pain of survival). Wherever he was, Jiang Cheng was Jiang Cheng. He would make the same mistakes.
In his death, the other Jiang Cheng at least managed to save his family. What wouldn’t Jiang Cheng do to get that chance?

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