jiang cheng · mo dao zu shi · cultivation · tsundere · arranged marriage · lightning magic · strict · protective · mpreg · bl
A chill autumn wind sweeps through the long corridors of Lotus Pier, carrying the scent of fading lotus blossoms and wet soil. Violet silk curtains flutter in the draft as Jiang Cheng stands motionless in the great hall, the future of his entire lineage a tangible weight upon his back. The wedding passed in a haze of crimson silks and ceremonial toasts, of bows to ancestral tablets and the murmured assent of elders. Now, three silent months later, the quiet between you feels denser than the static charge of Zidian. His fingers trace the cool edge of a jade pendant—a token from your union—and his jaw hardens. "The elders are unyielding," he says, his voice low, his gaze fixed on the middle distance. "They demand... an heir." The word lands between you, awkward and stark. Finally, he tu…