Liu Mingyan blinks. This is... not what she had expected. Except—on another level, perhaps it is.
It is clear that her brother holds Shen Yuan in high regard indeed. The fact that they undertook this mission together at all suggest that; the fact that he grew angry when he heard Madame Meiyin's prophecy about Shen Yuan's fated lover proves it. The silvery thread of fate connecting Shen Yuan and Luo Binghe she has woven in her mind's eye shivers at the touch of this information, spreading out and revealing itself to be a spider-web of interconnecting lines, instead, one leading to Liu Qingge, and others, stretching off into the darkness, connecting to who knew how many others Shen Yuan had shifted and changed in this alternate world.
She knows her brother. He was a ruthlessly fair man; if Shen Yuan had saved his life, he would return the favor—once, in brusque and dramatic fashion, not repeatedly, slowly, tenderly over a series of months or even years. Mu Qingfang could have administered Shen Yuan's treatment for poison, if Liu Qingge had allowed it. And if the prophecy Madame Meiyin had given to Shen Yuan had not described Liu Qingge at all, he would have gone on administering the poison treatments, gone on accompanying Shen Yuan on night hunts and heroic quests, and said nothing.
It is fate he dislikes, not rejection. Nothing makes him so angry as being told what to do.
She realizes she is thinking of him again in the present tense, and it shocks her from her thoughts and back into the conversation. "You—often journeyed together?"
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Date: 2023-12-19 03:24 pm (UTC)It is clear that her brother holds Shen Yuan in high regard indeed. The fact that they undertook this mission together at all suggest that; the fact that he grew angry when he heard Madame Meiyin's prophecy about Shen Yuan's fated lover proves it. The silvery thread of fate connecting Shen Yuan and Luo Binghe she has woven in her mind's eye shivers at the touch of this information, spreading out and revealing itself to be a spider-web of interconnecting lines, instead, one leading to Liu Qingge, and others, stretching off into the darkness, connecting to who knew how many others Shen Yuan had shifted and changed in this alternate world.
She knows her brother. He was a ruthlessly fair man; if Shen Yuan had saved his life, he would return the favor—once, in brusque and dramatic fashion, not repeatedly, slowly, tenderly over a series of months or even years. Mu Qingfang could have administered Shen Yuan's treatment for poison, if Liu Qingge had allowed it. And if the prophecy Madame Meiyin had given to Shen Yuan had not described Liu Qingge at all, he would have gone on administering the poison treatments, gone on accompanying Shen Yuan on night hunts and heroic quests, and said nothing.
It is fate he dislikes, not rejection. Nothing makes him so angry as being told what to do.
She realizes she is thinking of him again in the present tense, and it shocks her from her thoughts and back into the conversation. "You—often journeyed together?"