To his credit, Wei Wuxian tried to keep himself under control in face of his worst fear. Unfortunately, that still meant that he was trembling, curling in on himself as much as possible, and his lips were bleeding from how he was biting down on them, to keep from crying out. He was pale and his eyes were wide with terror, staring at that absolute hellhound.

"Oh no," Nie Huaisang whimpered, "The young mistress Jiang will not want her brothers hurt."

Jin Zixuan moved, quite suddenly, to put an arm across Jiang Cheng's chest. "Stay put." He had meant for it to sound understanding and quietly supportive and it sounded more put upon and stressed, but hopefully the message would still be conveyed.