In high spirits from listening to the stories, the boys decided that they'd camp at the Garden of Annual Blossoms for the night. Camping was common during night-hunts, anyway. The group gathered a pile of dead branches and dry leaves from around them and finished making the bonfire. Lan WangJi went away to patrol the area, not only making sure that their surroundings were safe but also setting up an array in case of any night attacks. Stretching out his legs, Wei WuXian sat by the fire. Now that Lan WangJi was gone, he finally had a chance to clear up his confusion, "Right. I need to ask you guys a question. Just what is the meaning behind your sect's forehead ribbon?"

"We're finally going to know the meaning of this ribbon." said Wei Wuxian.

"Maybe it's only the two of you who doesn't know the meaning of it." said Nie Huaisang.

"It's not like it will be a big shock to us." said Jiang Cheng.

Hearing this, the boys' expressions changed at once. They'd all started to stammer. Wei WuXian's heart skipped a beat and then thumped faster and faster.

Lan SiZhui asked in caution, "Senior, do you not know?"

"Will I ask If I know." said Wei Wuxian.

"I really thought you know it, a-niang." said Sizhui.

"Wait, why does it making me nervous?" asked Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian nodded.

Wei WuXian, "If I knew would I still have asked? Do I seem like that bored of a person?"

"Yes." answered Jingyi and Jin Ling making Wei Wuxian pouts at them.

Lan JingYi mumbled, "Yes... After all, you could even do something like tricking us to line up and look at that sort of thing..."

Wei WuXian poked at the fire with a stick, releasing bursts of sparks, "Wasn't that for you to train yourselves and get out of your comfort zones? It really is effective. If you listen to what I say, you'll definitely benefit from them in the future."

"At least not in that dangerous way." said Jingyi.

"Practical test is way more effective." said Wei Wuxian.

"Whatever." said the juniors.

Lan SiZhui seemed as though he was carefully choosing his words. He only answered after a long while of hesitation, "Okay. The forehead ribbon of the GusuLan Sect means to "regulate oneself". Senior, you know this, right?"

Wei WuXian, "Yes. And?"

"I already know about that." said Wei Wuxian.

"Can't you just wait?" asked Jiang Cheng.

"I'm just curious." said Wei Wuxian.

Lan SiZhui continued, "And the founder of the GusuLan Sect, Lan An, had said that one can only let go of all regulations when they are with the one they love and cherish. So, the message that has been passed down the generations is that, uh, our sect's forehead ribbon is a special object that is very, very personal and sensitive. One cannot easily give another permission to touch it, one cannot take it off as they please, and one absolutely cannot tie it on someone else. It is prohibited. That is, unless, unless..."

"Unless what?" asked Wei Wuxian.

"Is it what I think it is?" asked Jiang Cheng.

"Why? What do you think?" asked Wei Wuxian.

"One can't simply touch, hold, or even take off a forehead ribbon of a Lan unless you are lovers." said Jiang as the realization hit him.

"What the hell?!" he shouted.

"Not only that, it means you two are married." said Nie Huaisang and two men gaped at him.

"That's impossible!" exclaimed Jiang Cheng.

He glared at Lan Xichen like he wanted to strangle the man.

"You take it back." he said as he throw the ribbon to Lan Xichen who only gave him a blank look.

"I don't think that's possible." said Qingheng-jun.

"Lan Zhan." mumbled Wei Wuxian.

"No." Lan Xichen suddenly said.

"What no?" asked Jiang Cheng.

"No is a no. You can't give it back." said Lan Xichen.

"You can't force me." said Jiang Cheng.

"Wanyin." he called and suddenly Jiang Cheng felt a shiver ran down his spine making him gulp nervously.

Lan Xichen held the ribbon and took Jiang Cheng's wrist and tied it.

"You're mine." he said and kissed Jiang Cheng's forehead who only stared at him.

"Xichen-ge seemed scary." Nie Huaisang muttered.

He didn't need to finish his sentence.

By the bonfire, the young, innocent faces blushed many shades of red. Even Lan SiZhui couldn't continue speaking. Wei WuXian felt almost half of the blood in his body rush to his head.

The forehead ribbon, the forehead ribbon, th-th-the...

The forehead ribbon was indeed quite significant!

"Lan Zhan, is it true?" asked Wei Wuxian.

"Mn." answered Lan Wangji as he nodded his head.

"We're married?" asked Wei Wuxian.

"Mn." asnwered Lan Wangji.

Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng are both having a blank face.

"I didn't know that it will affect them like that." said Jin Zixuan.

"I'm too young to be married." said Jiang Cheng.

"Same here." said Wei Wuxian.

He suddenly felt that he really needed some fresh air. He sprang up and darted outside, only managing to find his balance by holding onto the bark of a wilted tree. He exclaimed in silence, ... Good Heavens! What in the world have I done?!

"Yeah, why in the world I asked for it, earlier?!" said Jiang Cheng.

"It's not that bad, Wanyin." said Lan Xichen.

"Don't talk to me." said the man with a glare.

Back then, at Qishan, the Wen Sect held a grand Discussion Conference. The conference was to last for seven days. Each of the seven days' entertainment had been planned to be different. One of those days involved an archery competition.

"Are we going to watch the past?" asked Nie Huaisang.

"A memory." said Sizhui.

The rules of the competition were as follow. Any disciples younger than twenty were to enter the hunting grounds. Of the more than a thousand lifesized paper mannequin targets, only one hundred were possessed by fierce spirits. If one shot the wrong target, they were out at once. One could only stay in the competition of they continuously shot correct paper mannequins that held evil spirits in them. In the end, the disciples were ranked by who shot the most, who shot with highest accuracy, and so on.

"Oh, it's just a competition." said Wei Wuxian.

"It looks fun." said Jiang Cheng.

"Are you okay now?" asked Lan Xichen.

"I'm still mad at you." said Jiang Cheng and took his hand that was held by Lan Xichen.

He missed the dark look on Lan Xichen's face.

In such an event, of course Wei WuXian would be participating as one of the YunmengJiang Sect's contestants. Before the competition, since he had been listening to the sects' debates for the entire morning, he was feeling unusually groggy. His spirits only lifted as he heaved the bow and arrows onto his back. Yawning as he walked toward the hunting grounds, he suddenly caught sight of a handsome boy with a fair face and a cold demeanor to the side of him. He wore a red round-collar robe with sleeves that had tight openings and a belt of nine golden rings. This was the uniform attire of all of the juniors who came to the Qishan Discussion Conference. On him, it looked exceptionally good. He had a dash of elegance, a few traces of vigour, but a whole lot of good looks. One couldn't help but brighten up at the sight of such a boy.

"Is it needed to wear red?" asked Jiang Cheng.

"Maybe." answered Wei Wuxian.

"I think that's Wangji-xiong." said Nie Huaisang.

The boy was in the middle of trying out his bow, carrying a bundle of arrows with white-feathered fletchings. Brushing past the bowstring, his slender fingers made the it sound as though it were a guqin string, strong yet beautiful.

To Wei WuXian, the boy felt a bit familiar. After he thought for a while, he finally remembered and greeted the boy with enthusiasm, "Hey! WangJixiong, it's you!"

"Yeah, it's really him." said Wei Wuxian.

"You are looking hot, Lan Zhan." he added making Lan Wangji's ears tint with red.

At the time, it had already been a year since Wei WuXian studied at Gusu and was sent back to Yunmeng. After he arrived at Yunmeng, he told the people there all about what he had seen in Gusu, especially things such as how although Lan WangJi's face looked nice he was so stiff as to do this, so boring as to do that. Not long afterward, he had forgotten all about his days at Gusu and continued to fool around in the lakes and mountains. In the past, he had only seen Lan WangJi in the plain "mourning clothes" of the GusuLan Sect's uniform, never in such a bright, eye-catching outfit. Along with that overly-pretty face of Lan WangJi's, now that they met again, Wei WuXian's eyes had momentarily been blinded by his looks, failing to immediately recognize him.

On the other hand, as soon as Lan WangJi finished testing his bow, he walked away at once. Awkwardly, Wei WuXian turned to Jiang Cheng, "He ignored me again. Huh."

"How is this connected to the forehead ribbon?" asked Meng Yao.

"Can't you wait?" asked Zizhen.

"He is just asking." said Jiang Yanli.

"Don't ignore me, Lan Zhan." said Wei Wuxian dramatically.

"Mn. I won't." said Lan Wangji.

Jiang Cheng glanced at him with indifference, also deciding to ignore him. There were more than twenty entrances to the shooting range; each sect's was different. As Lan WangJi walked toward the entrance of the GusuLan Sect, Wei WuXian sneaked over before he could. Lan WangJi shifted to the one side, and he shifted to the side as well; Lan WangJi moved to the other side, and he moved to the other side as well. In short, he simply refused to let Lan WangJi pass.

In the end, standing where he was, Lan WangJi raised his chin slightly. In a serious tone, he spoke, "Excuse me."

"Can you please just let him be." said Jiang Cheng.

"Why do you always insist on annoying him?" asked Jin Zixuan.

"Because it's fun." said Wei Wuxian.

"There's nothing fun with it." said Jiang Cheng.

Wei WuXian, "You're finally gonna talk to me? Were you pretending that you didn't know me or that you didn't hear me?"

Not far away, the boys from other sects all stared at them. Some laughed, some exclaimed. Jiang Cheng clicked his tongue impatiently. With arrows on his back, he walked toward another entrance.

Lan WangJi raised his eyes coldly and repeated, "Excuse me."

"A-cheng is so done of you, a-xian." Jiang Yanli chuckled.

"Only because he can't flirt with brother-in-law." said Wei Wuxian with a pout.

"Just let the man pass." said Jang Cheng.

"No, not before he talked to me." said Wei Wuxian.

A faint smile by his lips, Wei WuXian raised his brows and turned to the side. The arch door of the entrance was rather narrow. Lan WangJi could only brush by him as he walked in. After he entered, Wei WuXian shouted from behind him, "Lan Zhan, your forehead ribbon is crooked."

All disciples from prominent sects took great care to maintain their appearances, especially those from the GusuLan Sect. Hearing this, Lan WangJi reached to adjust it without a second thought. Yet, the forehead ribbon was clearly as proper as always. Turning around, he casted an annoyed look at Wei WuXian. The latter only laughed as he turned to the YunmengJiang Sect's entrance.

"He's really annoyed of you." laughed Nie Huaisang.

"I don't know what to say anymore." said Jiang Cheng.

"Are you okay, Wanyin?" asked Lan Xichen.

"No, I am mad at you because you didn't tell me. Really, Lan Xichen? Why?" he asked.

"Don't you like me?" asked Lan Xichen and Jiang Cheng was silent.

"I'm sorry, then." he said as he reach out to take the ribbon back.

"What are you doing?" asked Jiang Cheng.

"I'm taking it." said Lan Xichen.

"Did I tell you?" Jiang Cheng asked in a low voice.

"I just want you to always tell everything to me so that we won't have any misunderstandings in the future." he added and Lan Xichen smiled.

"I will, Wanyin. I promised." he said and hugged the man tightly.

After everyone had entered and the competition had officially began, one by one, disciples left due to accidentally shooting normal mannequins. With each shot, Wei WuXian brought one down. Although he was slow, he never missed once. The number of arrows in the quiver soon decreased by seventeen or eighteen. Just as he was thinking about what would happen if he shot with his other hand, suddenly, something drifted to his face.

Softer than even the touch of catkin blossoms carried by the wind, the object made Wei WuXian's cheek itch. Turning around, he saw that Lan WangJi had somehow already walked near him. With his back facing Wei WuXian and front to a paper mannequin, he was in the process of drawing his bow.

"You can just hunt that paper mannequin away from Wei Wuxian." said Jiang Cheng.

"He just want to be near Wuxian." said Lan Xichen with a tease.

"Really?" asked Wei Wuxian.

Lan Xichen nodded his head while Lan Wangji was glaring at his elder brother.

The ends of his forehead ribbon danced in the breeze, gently brushing against Wei WuXian's face.

He squinted, "WangJi-xiong!"

With his bow already in the shape of a full moon, Lan WangJi still responded after a short moment of hesitation, "What?"

Wei WuXian, "Your forehead ribbon is crooked."

"He won't believe you." said Jin Zixuan.

"I don't care." said Wei Wuxian.

"At least, he is giving me attention." he added.

This time, Lan WangJi refused to believe him again. As he released his arrow, he replied without even turning around, "Ridiculous."

Wei WuXian, "It's true this time! It really is crooked. Just watch if you don't believe me. Let me straighten it up for you."

He proceeded as he spoke, grabbing the ribbon tail that kept on fluttering in front of his eyes. Alas, however, his hands were simply too unruly. In the past, he made a habit of pulling on the Yunmeng girls' braids. Whenever he touched a strip-like object, he'd have the urge to tug it. Thus, without a second thought, he tugged it this time as well. However, since the forehead ribbon was already slightly askew, a bit loose, now that he pulled on it, it fell from Lan WangJi's forehead at once.

"Oh!" exclaimed Nie Huaisang.

"You really did it." he said.

"So that time, I already married Lan Zhan?" asked Wei Wuxian.

"Mn." answered Sizhui with a nod.

"We're married before Jiang Cheng and brother-in-law, Lan Zhan." Wei Wuxian beamed while sticking his tongue out at Jiang Cheng.

"Really? That's what more important to you?" asked Jiang Cheng.

"Of course. As an older brother, I should marry before you." said Wei Wuxian with a smile.

The hand that Lan WangJi held the bow with immediately gave out a shiver.

He only managed to turn around after quite a long while. Slowly, his eyes finally locked into Wei WuXian's.

Wei WuXian was still holding the soft ribbon in his hand, "I'm sorry. It wasn't on purpose. Here, you can tie it up again."

Lan WangJi's expression was darker than ever.

"Why are looking so mad, Lan Zhan?" asked Wei Wuxian.

"Maybe because you just pulled his forehead ribbon without his consent." said Meng Yao.

"No." said Lan Wangji.

"What no?" asked Wei Wuxian.

"It's not because of what Meng-gongzi said but because you said to Wangji that he can tie it back. When you said that, it means that you are accepting them and by simply giving it back means rejection." said Lan Xichen.

"Is that the reason why looked mad earlier when a-cheng gave the ribbon back to you?" asked Jiang Yanli and Lan Xichen smiled at her.

"I'm not rejecting you, Lan Zhan." said Wei Wuxian.

"Mn." said Lan Wangji.

"You're mine." said Lan Wangji making Wei Wuxian blushed.

It almost seemed as if a cloud of black fog hovered over his face. As he clenched his arrow, veins climbed over the back of his hand. He appeared so angry that his body was almost shaking. Seeing that even his eyes looked bloodshot, Wei WuXian couldn't help but squeeze the forehead ribbon, Am I sure that the thing I pulled off is a forehead ribbon and not some part of his body?

Shocked that he dared to squeeze it, Lan WangJi snatched the forehead ribbon from his hands as fast as he could.

"You're scary, Lan Zhan." said Wei Wuxian.

"I'm sorry, Wei Ying." said Lan Wangji as he kissed Wei Wuxian's forehead.

"You won't be mad like to me again, right?" asked Wei Wuxian.

"Will never." said Lan Wangji.

Wei WuXian let go the moment he snatched it. The rest of the Lan Sect's disciples ceased with their attacks as well, and everyone came over. Arm around his younger brother, Lan XiChen talked to the unspeaking Lan WangJi in a low voice. All of the others seemed similarly serious, as though they were facing a powerful enemy. They shook their heads as they spoke, glancing at Wei WuXian with odd, indescribable looks on their faces.

Wei WuXian only heard a few vague terms, such as "accident", "calm down", "no need to worry", "a man", "the sect rules", and so on. He felt even more confused. After glowering at him one last time, Lan WangJi turned around and walked alone toward the outside of the range.

"He is just restraining himself." Lan Xichen laughed.

"Why would he?" asked Wei Wuxian.

"Because their forehead helped them on their self restraint and you just took it." said Jiang Cheng as he leaned on Lan Xichen's shoulder.

"Xichen-ge looks like he is happy." laughed Nie Huaisang.

"That's because he is already planning the marriage ceremony." said Qingheng-jun.

"Wangji is even more happy." he added.

"You should really express what you truly feels, Lan Zhan." said Wei Wuxian while kissing Lan Wangji's cheek.

Jiang Cheng came over and asked, "What did you do, this time? Didn't I tell you not to tease him? Your day just won't be complete unless you dig your own grave at least once, huh?"

Wei WuXian shrugged, "I said that his forehead ribbon was crooked. I was tricking him the first time but the second time was real. He didn't believe me and got mad. I didn't pull off his forehead ribbon on purpose. Why do you think he's so angry? He's not even participating in the contest anymore."

Jiang Cheng mocked, "Isn't it clear? It's because he especially hates you!"

"So Wanyin has really no idea on the meaning of the forehead ribbon." said Lan Xichen.

"You should really listen to a-cheng's advises, a-xian." laughed Jiang Yanli.

"But, sister-in-law I don't hate Wei Ying." said Lan Wangji while looking at Jiang Cheng who immediately frowned at him.

"Don't you ever call me like that." said Jiang Cheng.

"Shushu really called you like that." said Jingyi with a laugh.

Jiang Cheng just sent him a glare.

The arrows behind him were almost all gone. Seeing this, Wei WuXian got to work as well.

Throughout all these years, he never really paid much attention to this incident. In the beginning, he actually did doubt that the forehead ribbon held a special meaning to the Lan Clan. After the competition, though, he forgot all about it. Now that he thought about how the other disciples of the Lan Sect looked at him...

With his forehead ribbon taken off by a brat without any consent or whatsoever in front of everyone's eyes, Lan Zhan managed to hold himself back from shooting Wei WuXian to death right then, right there-people with good manners were so scary!!! He was indeed worthy of the title HanGuang-Jun!!!

"Will never hurt you." said Lan Wangji.

"I know." said Wei Wuxian.

"I'm really happy to be married to you, Lan Zhan." he added with a smile.

"Then you're staying at Lan Sect with their rules." laughed Jiang Cheng.

"It's not like I will follow them." said Wei Wuxian with a smirk.

And, thinking about it some more, Wei WuXian realized that he touched Lan WangJi's forehead ribbon more than just once after the incident!!!

"You're allowed, though." said Lan Xichen.

"Of course I am. I'm the only one who can hold it." said Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji agreed.

Lan JingYi puzzled, "What is he doing, walking here and there like that? Did he eat too much?"

Another boy added, "And his face is switching between red and green... Is it something that that he ate?"

"Are worried about me?" asked Wei Wuxian.

"No, we're not." answered Jingyi.

"It's just that, you look awful." he added with a laugh.

"We did not eat anything special in particular... Is it because of the forehead ribbon's meaning? He seems a bit too excited. It seems like he really loves HanGuang-Jun a lot. Look at how happy he is..."

"Yes, I really love him." said Wei Wuxian.

"Mn. I love Wei Ying, too." said Lan Wangji and both of them smiled at one another.

Wei WuXian finally managed to calm down after walking around a bush of withered flowers for about fifty times. Hearing that last sentence, he was between laughter and tears. Suddenly, he heard the noise of somebody stepping on dried leaves behind him.

From the sound of the footsteps, he could tell that it wasn't a child. Lan WangJi had probably come back. Quickly adjusting his facial expressions, Wei WuXian turned around to see a black figure standing within the shadow of a dead tree nearby.

"Now, what's that?" asked Nie Huaisang.

"They just can't let us enjoy without watchibg danger scenes." said MianMian.

"Here it is guys." said Jingyi.

"Always remember that we will help you to escape." Zizhen whispered at him.

The figure was quite tall, quite straight, quite dignified.

It was missing a head, though.

"Is that the 'dear friend'?" asked Jin Zixuan.

"Looks like it is." said Jiang Cheng.

They all turned to look at Nie Mingjue.