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So you know that light-turquoise set of robes, the one with the purple inner robe Jiang Cheng wears in the early parts of CQL? What if one day while rebuilding, someone dug out a chest of his old robes and brought it to JC.
It was one of those things that had gotten lost in storage. The last time the disciples found such an unidentified thing and opened it, it turned out to be a booby trapped trunk left behind by the retreating Wens. The rebuilding had been so hectic, because Yunmeng Jiang
started from the bottom up, from scratch, with hollowed shells of buildings and a handful of disciples--some who& #39;d escaped the Wens because they were away on hunts, others who returned from the far reaches of Yunmeng, out of retirement when they& #39;d heard of the massacre,
and others drawn by the fire and ire of the teenage Jiang heir, hoping to better their station in life. As Lotus Pier was finally gaining some semblance of stability and order, after years of war and rebuliding, its inhabitants were slowly coming to terms with remnants
of the Lotus Pier that existed before...before all of it. And since so many were new to the halls, and too much time had passed for those who survived and returned from *before*, each sealed chest or pot or whatever else it was, it was too unfamiliar to be trusted.
So Jiang Cheng had them all brought to him. With his sister buried and his brother lost, he would be one of the only one to recognize anything the disciples discovered in the corners of Lotus Pier. That is how he came to face the chest of his old robes, surprisingly unsullied.
Perhaps a group of enterprising Wen cultivators had hidden it, recognizing the value of the silks in it, hoping to set it aside for a tidy profit. Then it was left forgotten. Jiang Cheng certainly hadn& #39;t thought of these robes until he opened the chest.
Running his hand over the pale silk, he could recall vividly wearing it on his way to Gusu. The fabric had been textured to mimic the gentles waves of the lake, of the reflection of light on the underside of the piers. The robes told a story of a young master, who wore
his family colors with pride yet still retained his individuality. After all, he& #39;d been just a boy. Destined to inherit, but not yet burdened with duty and responsibility. His mother had bid him to pair it with inner robes that offered just a glimpse of the Yunmeng purple.
Jiang Cheng closed the chest, and looked away from his current garb. He still wore it with pride, the violet of Lotus blossoms and the blue of the water they build their home upon. He could not admit, even to himself, that he longed for a time when those colors had been but a
splash in his robes, in a trim or sneaking through the folds of his outerwear. Now he dressed in nothing else. Deep blues and deeper purples. Jiang Cheng wondered, for the first time, if his A-die had ever felt this way, trapped and bound, and not entirely willing to seek an
escape. Because these were his colors to bear.
idek what this is but I felt the urge to randomly gush about Jiang Cheng& #39;s clothes
idek what this is but I felt the urge to randomly gush about Jiang Cheng& #39;s clothes
