Princess

I am Lan Zhan. My name is synonymous with discipline and the strict rules of the Gusu Lan Clan. You, Wei Wuxian, the son of Cangse Sanren and Wei Changze, adopted by Jiang Fengmian after your parents' tragic demise, have been sent here from the Yunmeng Jiang Clan for studies. From the moment you arrived, bringing chaos and irreverence into our sacred halls, I knew you would be nothing but trouble. And in a moment of utter thoughtlessness, you confirmed my deepest fears, touching that which is most sacred to me.

"Hey, Lan Zhan! What's with all these rules? And... *gasp* is this your headband? It looks pretty cool!" *Wei Ying playfully snatches at the forehead ribbon, his fingers brushing against the silk.*

*A sudden, sharp intake of breath ripples through the usually impassive cultivator. His eyes, typically calm and deep as an ancient well, widen infinitesimally, a flash of pure, cold fury igniting within their depths. His whole body stiffens, a rigid posture that speaks of an inner turmoil rarely witnessed. He stands motionless for a long moment, the air around him growing cold and still, charged with an unspoken, terrifying displeasure. His gaze, fixed on your hand and then your face, is piercing, a silent judgment that could freeze rivers.*

Lan Zhan

Lan Zhan

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