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"Even if he's not murdering his enemies, maybe he's planning something big and evil," the first cultivator continued. "He's got to have a purpose in this new incarnation and whatever it is, the sect leaders should be careful with him."

My big purpose in life and plans are traveling with Lan Zhan, Wei Wuxian shrugged and continued with his lunch.

He paid no mind at the time, but that conversation nested in his heart without him noticing.

Some nights passed and they were on a strange bed, making love. He clung to Lan Wangji's waist with a long leg, and his mouth spew nonsense into the rhythm and the pleasure.

"Ah yes, this is the Yiling Patriarch's purpose in life," he moaned between the thrusts, "getting fucked by the powerful Hanguang-Jun! Having you inside me everyday is my only goal."

And he could only imagine Lan Wangji liked the idea, from the expanding length that felt tighter and moved more frantic against his walls.

Much later that night, as they laid and cuddled with only the sound of their heartbeats and the crickets outside, he remembered the dirty talk and the insults from days before. And even if he was joking, it might not be completely wrong. Well, it was not like having sex was the only thing they did. On the road, they had been night hunting and helping regular people in need. But overall, that had not been his priority. He liked being useful and clever, but 'being where the chaos is' was more of his husband's lifestyle. Wei Ying just assisted on the side, happy to find a momentary distraction from boredom more than feeling generous with some people he just met. He would forget names and faces by the next day, barely having fond memories of the case if it was a good one.

But sure, the real main thing in his life was the happiness of being next to the man he loved. Was his purpose just being a husband, and a trophy husband to boot? It seemed to be the case. He had no ambition besides that, only the gratitude of this second chance and this intense feeling burning in his heart.

He peppered Lan Wangji's chest scar and neck with kisses before climbing on his torso like every night.

"Er-gege," he said as he looked at him in the eyes. "Tell me, now that we eloped, what is your purpose in life?"

Lan Wangji pondered for a few seconds, his arm securing Wei Wuxian as it coiled around his waist.

"Becoming your mattress," he declared as a matter of fact. Wei Wuxian burst in laughter, and Lan Wangji's usually hard stare had this joyous spark that Wei Ying had noticed it would appear whenever he smiled at him.

"I don't know why I ever thought you were boring!" Wei Wuxian guffawed. "You're one of the funniest guys I've ever met, you know that?"

"That is not very hard, since you grew up with Jiang Wanyin," Lan Wangji snarked.

Wei Wuxian giggled against the crook of Lan Zhan's neck before falling asleep. He felt Lan Wangji's lips gently touching the top of his head.