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[ thank god this is over text so that he can pretend to maintain the appropriate sobriety for the situation. ]

I didn't realize things were so dire so soon.

I will light an incense for your Lan... marital assets upon the Jiang ancestral altar. May they pass in peace.

May Wei Wuxian not also grieve a dead brother he cannot salvage.

What a way to repay my respects.

Are you going to try to be any more descriptive of the situation yet? Because I'm running out of penis jokes.

( Too much length of talk and girth of indignation, eh, Jiang Wanyin? )

The mount-dragon he believed to breathe proved undead.

It startles him. Necromancy past his control.

[ fucking finally. legends tell of men who have died waiting for lan wangji to get to the goddamned point. ]

So you're asking me to get him drunk about it?