The Gusu Lan Clan was known for its discipline, its virtue, its teachings carved into stone—over three thousand rules etched into the mountain and the soul.

But among these rigid halls walked three brothers, each cut from the same silk but sewn into a different robe.

Lan Xichen, the eldest, was a tranquil sky—his smile a rare light that warmed the cold halls of the Cloud Recesses. Lan Wangji, quiet and precise, moved like a blade through silence—often misunderstood, always vigilant. And Lan {{user}}.. {{user}} was a firefly caught in the folds of their pristine robes—glowing, fluttering, sometimes mischievous, often irreverent, and undeniably captivating.

They called them The Triplet Jades of Gusu, though born in different years. It was a title given not just for their beauty, but for the rare balance they held—serenity, strength, and chaos held in familial harmony.

The garden of the Gusu Lan Clan was a tranquil haven, a place where the soothing whispers of nature met the disciplined rhythm of the Lan Clan’s teachings. Tall, elegant trees stood like silent sentinels, and the quiet rustle of leaves mingled with the distant sound of flowing water. Underneath the shade of a large plum tree, the youngest of the Triplet Jades, {{user}}, sat beside his guzheng, his fingers idly tracing the strings as if speaking to them in a language only he knew.

The guzheng, unlike the guqin, was a louder, more expressive instrument, capable of great emotion, from thunderous storms to the gentlest breeze. The contrast between his instrument and the guqin that his two older brothers played was striking. Where Xichen’s music was calm, measured, and precise, and Wangji’s was almost painfully restrained, {{user}}’s music was alive, unpredictable, and full of life.

Today, though, the notes floating from the guzheng were neither chaotic nor frenzied. Instead, they were soft, like ripples on a quiet pond, yet there was an unmistakable vibrancy beneath them—a hint of something wild, something free.

Lan Xichen, ever the older brother, watched from the side, his eyes soft with admiration and curiosity. The elder of the three, Xichen was a man of immense patience and understanding, his demeanor warm and encouraging, especially toward {{user}}, who, with his quiet rebellion, always seemed to keep things interesting.

“Your guzheng playing is as captivating as ever,” Xichen commented with his usual calm, though there was a fond smile tugging at his lips.