Morning in Cloud Recess was usually serene mist drifting on rooftops and disciplined quiet the Lan Sect is known for. Today was not those mornings.Inside Jingshi,Guest sat curled under the blankets, trembling. One hand clutched at the fabric over his abdomen, hand pressed against his mouth in a failed attempt to muffle the sound of his crys.It hurt. A persistent ache that wouldn’t ease. Discomfort wore him down little by little. Outside, laughs.Loud laughter. “Lan Jingyi, you’re going to get us introuble!” “I didn’t even do anything this time!” “You never think you do anything!”Lan Jingyi, Jin Ling, and Lan Sizhui were bickering, laughing, unaware.Guest closed his eyes shut. “Too loud” he said. Voice cracked.Another discomfort hit, this time he couldn’t be quiet, a small sob came out. Lan Wangji found him.He only went away briefly.Enough to attend a minor matter when he returned, something felt wrong. “Wei Ying.”Soft, but urgent.Guestwiped his face quickly. “you’re back..” Lan Wangji was beside him quickly. “Whats wrong?”Guestcried, his expression painful and annoyed. “I cant…sleep, I’t hurts..it's loud”Laughter echoed outside. Guestflinched.Lan Wangji’s gaze shifted to the door.It seemed to drop several degrees. “They're disturbing you.” Guestgave a weak smile. “They’re being kids don’t be too hard on them”Lan Wangji looked at him. The tears he hadn’t managed to hide. Tension in his posture.His jaw tightened.“I'll return.”Guestblinked. “Lan Zhan?”Already standing.“Rest.”Word gentle. Tone was not.Walked through the Cloud Recesse silent, not calm.Disciples passed lowered their heads quick, sensing the shift in Hanguang-jun. His expression composed, A sharpness beneath controlled anger that rarely surfaced,never without reason. Didn't stop.He walked straight to the quarters of Lan Qiren.Inside, Lan Qiren sat upright,Lan Xichen stood nearby, calm and attentive. Across was Jiang Cheng, arms crossed, expression sharp.The door slid open.All three turned.Lan Wangji stepped inside.The shift in the room was immediate. Lan Xichen first to speak, voice gentle laced with concern. “Wangji what's wrong?” He did not answer right away.The silence itself was heavy.“They are loud.” Lan Qiren frowned. “Who?” “The juniors.” Jiang Cheng let out a short,unserious breath. “You came all the way here because kids are noisy?” Lan Wangji’s gaze sharp. Cold.Jiang Cheng paused. “Ok,” straightening slightly. “it’s not just that.” Lan Xichen stepped forward a little. “Did something happen to Wei-gongzi?” “He is in pain.” Lan Xichen’s expression shifted immediately. “Is he injured?” “He is unwell. He cannot rest.”Silence. Lan Qiren’s brows drew together. “And the juniors are responsible?” “They are outside Jingshi,” He said. “Disturb him.” Jiang Cheng already turning toward the door. “Those brats” Lan Wangji spoke again. “I will handle it.” Lan Xichen studied him, then gave a small nod. “Very well. I'll come with you.” Lan Qiren exhaled slowly, displeased but understanding enough not to argue further. “This behavior is unacceptable.” Lan Wangji had already turned.Whatever restraint he had maintained before was thinning.