"Shut the fuck up." He pulls back, readying himself to lunge again, teeth bared and bloody -

And then he chokes, and spits blood, and there is a sword point stabbing out from the center of his torso.

She shoves him to the ground, Bichen still speared through him.

Sways precariously. 

"Lan Zhan!" 

Wen Ying hastily sheaths her sword and steps forward to support her wife. 

"Are you okay?" 

"Mhm." She's in a lot of pain, again, but Wen Ying is unhurt and so Lan Zhan is very okay.  She slumps forward for a kiss.

Kiss kiss. 

"Tell me how he hurt you," she says in a low voice, hands skimming ever-so-lightly over Lan Zhan's ribs. 

It turns out that Lan Zhan is able to appreciate Wen Ying touching and speaking to her like that even through large amounts of pain.

"M'Ribs hurt. Worse to breathe," she murmurs. She cannot tell whether a third rib has been broken. Pain has wound tight and hot around her entire chest. "I hit my head, it seems not too badly."

Can Lan Zhan get more kisses for being honest about her injuries this time, she thinks that deserves more kisses.

She can ABSOLUTELY get more kisses. So many more kisses. 

"I'm so sorry," she whispers. Kiss kiss. "I promised you'd be safe from him." 

"Not Wen Ying's fault." Kiss kiss. "We are safe from him now."

"Safe from all of them." Kiss kiss. "Oh, Lan Zhan, I was so scared when you hit that tree--" Kiss kiss kiss. "I love you so much, I was so worried for you." 

Lan Zhan sighs and rests her head on her wife's shoulder. Nods. "I'm sorry for scaring you, love. I love you very much."

"...Wen Ying was very attractive, that angry."

Wen Ying blushes. "Ehehe, you think so?" 

She blushes too. "The way you cut apart the chains. Was..."

Honestly worth getting slammed into any number of surfaces.

Time For More Kisses Now. 

Yes Absolutely.

Eventually Lan Zhan forces herself to stop kissing her extremely hot wife. Still tucked against Wen Ying' shoulder, she looks back at the motionless Wen Xu.

"He might still live."

"Killing him is your right if you want to. Or we could haul him back and try him and then you could kill him, or another Lan survivor could."

She considers this. "Give his death to my sect. I have already had revenge." She lifts her arm and summons Bichen back to her hand. The blade drips dark and sticky with Wen Xu's blood.

She nods and kisses her again, then bites her lip and frowns. 

"...I pretty much have to be Sect Leader Wen after this," she says, glancing at Wen Xu again. "I'm not saying this is the biggest reason to want your brother not to be dead, but if he is, that makes you Sect Leader Lan. It seems like that might be--difficult to navigate."

"I'm not saying we can't do it! We can do anything we put our minds to. But, uh, from an outside perspective--" she wrinkles her nose. "If I didn't have any more context, and I heard that one sect decimated another and then the sect that did the decimating had its Sect Leader marry the other sect's new Sect Leader I would kind of expect the second one to get absorbed. So, like, we should--try to avoid looking like that? If we can? Like I'm sure the fact that I super destroyed the old regime will help, but even so." 

"Mm." Agreement.

"Do you think Brother is dead."

"No, I think if he were Wen Xu would have taunted me with it." 

Yeah.

"The marriage can remain private until we know the situation."

Kiss. "I kind of like the idea of telling your family before random strangers anyway." 

Nod.

They should probably return to the palace, with Wen Xu and Wen Ruohan's head.

Yep. Hm. If Lan Zhan holds the head, Wen Ying can shouldercarry her like before so she stays off her leg and drag Wen Xu along the ground by his hair or arm or something.