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The Future Jiang sect heir

As the peaceful night lingered on, Jiang Cheng sat silently, his fingers lightly brushing over the baby’s tiny hand, his thoughts deep in contemplation. The quiet murmur of the night, the soft rustle of leaves, and the gentle breathing of the children all seemed to have created a rare moment of calm. Jiang Cheng, usually quick to mask his emotions, seemed to be lost in thought, the weight of his next question pressing on his mind.

He looked at Wei Wuxian, his expression serious but not unkind.

— Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng began, his voice carrying a rare tenderness. Can the little girl... can she be a Jiang Sect heir?

Wei Wuxian blinked in surprise, not expecting such a question. For a moment, she simply stared at him, her hands gently cradling Xueyi and Zhenyu, the two children who had already brought so much joy into her life. It took a moment for the significance of Jiang Cheng’s words to truly sink in.

— You want her to be an heir of the Jiang Sect? she asked, her voice soft with surprise.

Jiang Cheng nodded slowly, his gaze still fixed on Xueyi.

— She’s the eldest, Jiang Cheng said, almost as if he were talking to himself, his fingers lightly tracing the soft lines of the baby’s hand. I... I want to make sure that if she’s to carry the Jiang name, she has the future she deserves. I didn’t have that chance. I didn’t get the luxury of growing up with peace, Wei Wuxian... I want to make sure she doesn’t face what I did.

Wei Wuxian’s heart tightened at the pain in Jiang Cheng’s words. She had always known the weight he had carried, and while their relationship had mended, moments like these reminded her of the scars that ran deep.

She carefully shifted Xueyi in her arms, gazing at the tiny girl with affection.

— Jiang Cheng, she said gently, her voice full of understanding. I never imagined she would take the role of the Jiang Sect heir. She’s part of our family, but I thought we would let her choose her path when she’s older. Whether or not she becomes the heir... that’s a decision for her to make one day.

Jiang Cheng looked at her, his eyes searching.

— But she deserves a chance, he said. She deserves a future where she can stand proudly as a member of the Jiang Sect, just like the rest of us. I... I need to know that, Wei Wuxian. I don’t want to leave her with questions about what could have been.

Wei Wuxian let out a soft sigh, her heart heavy with the complexity of the situation. She glanced at Lan Wangji, who had remained silent throughout the exchange, his steady gaze showing no judgment but understanding.

— I understand, Wei Wuxian replied, her voice calm and filled with love. You want to protect her future, Jiang Cheng. And I want that for her, too. I promise, we’ll do what’s best for her... but we can’t decide everything for her now. Let her grow, let her be free. Whatever path she takes, you’ll always be there for her. And that will be the strongest foundation she could ever have.

Jiang Cheng looked at Xueyi again, his heart softening as he took in her peaceful face. For a moment, the fierce protector that he was seemed to recede, replaced with a tenderness and love only a father could feel.

— I just want her to have a future without the weight of everything else that came before, Jiang Cheng said quietly. I want her to know she’s loved, that she has a place. Maybe she won’t be the heir, maybe she will, but I don’t want her to ever feel abandoned.

Wei Wuxian nodded, feeling the depth of his sincerity in every word.

— She will never feel abandoned, Jiang Cheng, she promised. We’ll make sure she knows that—whatever happens, she has a family who will always love her and support her.

Jiang Cheng gave a small, grateful nod, finally letting out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. The decision wasn’t clear-cut, but it was a step toward healing—a step that showed how much his heart had changed.

He glanced up at her, the usual sharpness in his gaze softened by the quiet love he felt for the children and the family they were becoming.

— Thank you, Jiang Cheng whispered. For understanding.

Wei Wuxian smiled at him warmly.

— Of course, she said. We’re family. Always.

And with that, there was a long, comfortable silence—one that spoke volumes of the love and understanding shared between them. Xueyi and Zhenyu slept soundly in their arms, oblivious to the weight of their parents’ conversation. In this quiet moment, they were a family—whole, imperfect, but bound together by the love they shared.