#c. Alone and hidden a mother’s love is strong | Madam Lan

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Headcanons - Zhou Daiyu ( AKA Madam Lan ) 

♢ As a rouge cultivator, Daiyu was skilled and could hold her own in a battle. Although her name wasn’t widespread like The Violet spider,  Cangse Sanren, etc she would have been one of the top three female cultivator. 

♢ She usually keeps a low profile as she travels and doesn’t speak about her hometown nor her family she seemly left behind. Honestly she doesn’t exactly know how she caught the Lan’s clan sect leader’s heart. She did everything possible to have Qingheng-Jun to leave her alone but in the end she was taken into the Cloud Recesses without a chance to escape. 

♢ Once she settled into her role as Madam Lan, she hated Qingheng-Jun, even cursed him out but over time and after Xichen was born, her hatred melted away. Yes, she still held onto that anger of being tied down (like she was in her home) but seeing her son, she promised to the newborn to be there as long as she could. 

♢  She loved to tease her youngest son, seeing Wangji as an old soul made her laugh and pinch his cheeks. her sons were her joy, her reason to remain in Cloud Recesses desire her distrustfulness. 

♢ Unfortunately, she was prone to getting sick easily, during the winters she would catch a cold and would be bedridden for days if not weeks. One winter that was killed her, the coldness of the mountain, her eyes glistening with tears as asked her sons forgiveness. 

♢ In the alt universe where she doesn’t die and in fact lived happily (as she should) she and Qingheng-jun had a good relationship, it was bumpy at the beginning but soon love flourished even if she wouldn’t admit it. She would be better taken care off if she was sick and she would see her son’s grow into the fine men. (okay please let the Lan family be happy ):<) 

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ofwindsweptpines said :

For mother's day he would gift her a long slim box, delicate and tasteful in appearance. Inside, a silver hair pin decorated with deep blue enameled gentians, much like those that grew outside her home. Once taken he would bring his arms around before him and bow deeply to her. "Thank you for everything you've done for me."

Lan-Furen quickly gathered her robes before springing up at the sound of her son’s entrance, a smile as bright as day on her face as she hurried to him. Just seeing how much he had grown, both her sons. “A-Zhan!” she greeted before pausing at the sight of the gift, blinking owlishly as she accepted the gift and gasped at the gift itself, “A-Zhan...” 

She then froze at his formal bow which made tears gather in her eyes as she laughed softly, “So formal A-Zhan!” she rushed up to him and pinched his cheeks, no longer the chubby cuteness of her little boy but to her Wangji would always be her little prince. 

She help but let a tear roll down her cheek as she cupped her son’s face, “I’m so grateful for having two handsome and caring sons, I should be thanking you to the bottom of my heart.”