Nie Mingjue had been their general, leading them to blood and victory. Mild, frivolous Nie Huaisang had kept supplies moving, smoothed allies’ ruffled feathers, and talked wavering town and country lords out of possible small rebellions. But even so, he’d been on enough battlefields to see the Yiling Patriarch haunt the enemy like a corpse-summoning crow; Hanguang-jun before him as a blade of starlight, killing anyone that tried to stop that demonic flute.
Right now, Mingjue was just eyeing him back. “What?”
All right, maybe his brother could be that dense. Of the Twin Jades of Lan, Mingjue knew Lan Xichen best; and Xichen was a wide-open, cheerful book of a man. Lan Wangji’s expressions were a hundred minute variations on stoic, and the only man who’d reliably read them was currently holed up with a stolen horde of war criminals on a mound of corpses.
He fluttered his fan, looking innocent and harmless as yet another attempt to get out of saber practice. Which had his elder brother’s eyes narrow in A-Sang what have you done now.
Perfect. Now his elder brother would be thinking about it.
“You’ll figure it out.” Huaisang made his gaze sober, truly serious. “Here’s the plan. We arrange for a delegation, led by Lan Wangji. With some of our disciples along, who can discreetly set anchors for teleport talismans. We give the delegation enough time to get there, plus time for a message talisman to get back. And then we send a message to the Burial Mounds that Valdemar has Lan Wangji, oh horrors, we can’t risk attacking a foreign kingdom to get him back without diplomatic repercussions from there to the Dhorisha Plains. Not to mention if they can keep Hanguang-jun against his will, they can stop any righteous cultivator. We need to resort to wicked ways. We need the Yiling Patriarch.”
Baxia hummed, as Mingjue gave him a look askance. “The only way we’ll convince Xichen to go along with this is if we’re sure Valdemar can’t take Wangji.”
“Ah, but that’s fine, that’s fine!” Huaisang fluttered his fan before his face, starry-eyed. “All that matters is that Wei Wuxian thinks they took him!”
A/N: If you’re facepalming at the potential disastrous scenario unfolding here – thank you, thank you very much. *G*