-- oh no that's so distracting, she's so distracted.

Okay one more tackle-kiss, and then they can unwind the ribbon.

Wei Ying giggles and kisses her and goes and fetches the guqin. 

Lan Zhan sits properly, ribbon restored to her brow, and sets the guqin out in front of her. She does not elaborate any more about the meaning or nature of the gift. The music explains its own meaning better than any words can.

She starts to play, and then she starts to sing.

At first she listens attentively, then she listens raptly, then she goes starry-eyed and teary, clasping her hands in delight and love. 

Lan Zhan is too nervous to look up at first. When she finally meets Wei Ying's eyes, she sees the emotion in them and smiles, quiet and shy and true. 

(Then she stops smiling; it is improper for her singing and could distort the sound.)

"Aaaah, Lan Zhan, that's wonderful!!!!" she says, bouncing slightly, when Lan Zhan finishes. 

"It is Wei Ying's song."

Wei Ying carefully picks up the guqin and sets it safely to the side before she tackle-kisses her wife (her ~wife~!!!!!!)

OH GOOD!

Being tackle-kissed by Wei Ying is the best possible result of -- well, anything, but in this case of exposing so much of her heart. The song remained hers and personal and private for months, but now it can be personal to Wei Ying as well. Their song.

And also now they can make out on the floor.

YES GOOD EXCELLENT. 

"I love you so much, my Lan Zhan, my wife, mine, love you, that song was amazing. I want to play it. I'm not as good on the dizi as you are with the guqin but I still want to do a duet." 

"I will divide the parts. If that is your wish." 

"Ehehe...I don't know if it'll sound as good as when it's just you. But I'd like it." 

"Will sound better."

"Lan Zhan." Kiss. "You're so sweet, how are you so sweet?" Kiss. "I can't believe I get to keep you." 

That makes her blush a lot. Hugsqueeze.

Snugglekiss. Shiver. 

"I can't believe we're married, that I get to night hunt with you for the rest of our lives, we're going to have a baby, we get to keep this," she breathes, humming a few bars of their song and nuzzling her. 

Now she gets misty-eyed, hearing their song in Wei Ying's voice. (The best voice, prettiest voice.) "We get to keep this," Lan Zhan repeats, soft and wondering. "I get to keep you."

Kiss. "You will be an excellent mother."

Kiss kiss kiss. "I hope so. We should get a donkey." 

She will get Wei Ying anything she wants.

...but also. Why a donkey.

"...I've told you I don't have that many memories of my parents, right? Well, one of the ones that I do have is of a donkey. In the memory my dad is leading it and my mom is sitting on it with me in front of her." 

- she is going to get Wei Ying a donkey the moment the war ends. Handsqueeze.

Handsqueeze. "My Lan Zhan. I love you." She ducks down to kiss Lan Zhan's belly. "And I love you too, little one! I would apologize for not saying hello sooner but last night was our wedding night, I think I am allowed. But I love you! Very much." 

With the wedding itself accomplished, they have to head back to the front sooner rather than later. Lan Zhan is an absolute demon on the battlefield, defending her belly, when anyone actually manages to get anywhere near her with Wei Ying being an absolute demon on behalf of her pregnant wife. 

(In another world there would be fewer battlefield burials because the enemy dead would simply get back up again to the piping of a necromancer's flute. In this world...well, there are a convenient number of pre-emptive cremations, but.) 

They take Yiling, drive the Wens back towards Qishan. The fronts shift further North; land is restored to a handful of minor sects that had been driven to flee. Guard posts burn, Wen soldiers burn. Lan Zhan holds her wife tight after every battle and takes a long time to let go. She trusts Wei Ying to fight well and fight cleverly, but war is unpredictable.

The mood shifts. There is ever grief and loss on the battlefield, but optimism begins to spread. After the latest victory, Nie Mingjue authorizes a celebration.