Well, that answers the question of what Wei Ying remembers about their relationship. Even at his most audacious imitations of Mo Xuanyu, Wei Wuxian wasn’t so brazenly filthy. As much as he would like to take him home immediately and have his way with his husband, there were some matters to be discussed, first.

“Wei Ying, I must warn you about this place.” All business despite what’s going on under his pristine white robes.

Something akin to a frown pulls at his features and he tries to figure out where to begin.

“There are many strange goings-on regularly.” He nods toward the rain of feathers sprinkling down around them.