Let’s get some Baby!Lan POV!!!
Sizhui was... having a very difficult time maintaining his composure.
What kind of situation was this?
A lunatic in face powder and rouge burst into the main courtyard to demand his possessions, accusing the Young Master Mo of theft and generally creating a scene – and Young Master Mo was attempting to harm the obviously disturbed young man physically. Before any of them could step in, he lunged at the young man, revealing cruel gouges, dark bruises and encrusted blood on pale skin.
Sizhui honestly found it distressing that anyone would treat a human being so poorly, especially when that someone did not have the mental capacity to understand the reactions based on their actions. It was like getting angry at a rabbit for eating clover leaves instead of grass when the only difference the rabbit knew was that one green thing tasted better than the other.
Then a foreigner rushed in, sweeping an ashy colored over-robe around the lunatic, exclaiming that it was fine and he shouldn't have come; it didn't matter, please, you're going to get hurt further – as if he himself were not already harmed. The bruising on his face was vivid, recent, and painful looking.
“It does matter! It does! They are all you have of your parents! It matters!! He stole them from you!!” the lunatic man continued to exclaim, pointing at Young Master Mo.
Honestly there was no way that most of their group could continue to mask their subtle disgust and anger at the predicament in front of them. Sizhui knew that they should not get involved within the matters of the Mo family, but this situation was making a rather protective side of him rear up.
“If he wants to play around with my potions and take his own hands off then it'll be his own fault! Mo Xuanyu, A-Yu, please!” the boy begged, trying to guide him out of the room, eyes the color of fine jade flicking from the Madam to them. Jingyi gave a rather undignified snort, and Sizhui glared at him quickly.
“This is all your fault, High Nose!” the Young Master declared angrily pointing at the jade-eyed boy, “Before you came along, we could do whatever we wanted to the Lunatic and he would take it! You've been filling his head with all sorts of useless things!!”
“What, that he has value as a human being?!” the boy snarled with sudden anger, none of the gentle soothing tones he used with the lunatic present.
Sizhui was rather surprised at the venomous tone that the boy had adopted into his tone, and thus was rather unprepared when the Young Master reared back to hit him – Jingyi jumping to his feet in shock. The boy was barely their age and perhaps half of their weight, a hit such as that when he was already injured -! Sizhui felt his breath catch in horror – and then the lunatic, in a feat of martial arts – twisted like a serpent, kicking up even as he whipped the boy around to hide him behind him.
“Lay a finger on my son! Do it! I will rip your arm off from the neck down!!” the lunatic snarled, held back only by the boy who tried to pull him from the room, whispering rapid reassurances and begging him to calm down.
Madam Mo started screeching for servants to get rid of them, promising the lunatic the punishment of a lifetime and swearing that she would have the foreigner driven out of the village or drowned in the river!
It was such scenarios that Hanguang-Jun told him to go out and seek in the wider world to better his studies, to understand the lives of the people they served and experience both the cruelties and kindness of life outside the Gusu-Lan Sect. After all, how were they to understand what drove the anger or desires of the dead if they themselves didn't understand how these people lived. But.... this was one that Lan Yuan could have dearly done without, he concluded miserably as he watched the duo leave.