And insist, she did after realizing that he'd escaped from the confines of his quarters far too many times when he should be resting. A weaker man would've died from the wounds he received, and while such an argument would've been compelling to make against the Lady Healer's instructions to stay put, keep still, Jing Yuan didn't dare say anything if only to avoid risking ire from the tiny girl. At this rate, he'd find himself chained to his bed with at least 3 Cloud Knights patrolling the perimeter of the room.
No, he can't risk that, no matter how fun the challenge would've been. But he at least argued for a compromise: he'll stay put, he'll keep still but work has to be addressed, and there's only so much the Master Diviner can handle despite her fiery spirit.
It's for that very reason that the usual room where he receives visitors has been converted into a makeshift bedroom. His second office, as Jing Yuan calls it, with a sofa for reclining and a desk resting on the cushions already stacked with paperwork. And it's where Dan Heng will find him after his attendant announces his presence, his hand moving across a scroll as he's making annotations to a report.
He soon hands it over to Qingzu before he turns back to the younger male, returning that smile of his.
"Well enough, though I'm sure the Lady Dragon will beg to differ." He gestures at one of the nearby seats, thanking the attendant for their assistance. "My apologies for the current state of my person, however. Had I known you were visiting, I would've made sure to prepare."
Dan Heng nods at Qingzu, not wanting to ignore her. She moves away to take care of whatever other tasks await and Dan Heng slides into the offered seat. He's a little stiff, but that's just how he is. Relaxing has never been his strong suit.
"There's no need to change anything on my account," he says. He doesn't feel as much need to stand on propriety after all that's happened.
He's quiet for a moment, working out how he wants to go about asking his questions.
"You're sure you're all right?" he asks, finally, softly. He can't help but feel responsible for the injuries that Jing Yuan suffered, so this matters a lot more than the dozen questions he might have.
Then he takes a breath and says what he's thinking before he talks himself out of it.
"I…wanted to talk to you about the past. I'm not Dan Feng, and I have no wish to be. But I think I've run away from this for long enough. I…want to know about him from your perspective. Jingliu and Blade are both affected by mara, and by their own anger. I think you're the best person to ask."
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And insist, she did after realizing that he'd escaped from the confines of his quarters far too many times when he should be resting. A weaker man would've died from the wounds he received, and while such an argument would've been compelling to make against the Lady Healer's instructions to stay put, keep still, Jing Yuan didn't dare say anything if only to avoid risking ire from the tiny girl. At this rate, he'd find himself chained to his bed with at least 3 Cloud Knights patrolling the perimeter of the room.
No, he can't risk that, no matter how fun the challenge would've been. But he at least argued for a compromise: he'll stay put, he'll keep still but work has to be addressed, and there's only so much the Master Diviner can handle despite her fiery spirit.
It's for that very reason that the usual room where he receives visitors has been converted into a makeshift bedroom. His second office, as Jing Yuan calls it, with a sofa for reclining and a desk resting on the cushions already stacked with paperwork. And it's where Dan Heng will find him after his attendant announces his presence, his hand moving across a scroll as he's making annotations to a report.
He soon hands it over to Qingzu before he turns back to the younger male, returning that smile of his.
"Well enough, though I'm sure the Lady Dragon will beg to differ." He gestures at one of the nearby seats, thanking the attendant for their assistance. "My apologies for the current state of my person, however. Had I known you were visiting, I would've made sure to prepare."
And not wear what's practically his bed clothes.
"How may I be of assistance to you?"
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"There's no need to change anything on my account," he says. He doesn't feel as much need to stand on propriety after all that's happened.
He's quiet for a moment, working out how he wants to go about asking his questions.
"You're sure you're all right?" he asks, finally, softly. He can't help but feel responsible for the injuries that Jing Yuan suffered, so this matters a lot more than the dozen questions he might have.
Then he takes a breath and says what he's thinking before he talks himself out of it.
"I…wanted to talk to you about the past. I'm not Dan Feng, and I have no wish to be. But I think I've run away from this for long enough. I…want to know about him from your perspective. Jingliu and Blade are both affected by mara, and by their own anger. I think you're the best person to ask."