Going back to his area of expertise is, as long as it's Jin Ling, absolutely fine with him. He never thought he'd actually want someone this much. He squeezes the hand held in his own and nods, his own wicked grin in place.

"Mmhmm, I have it," he confirms. It's still tucked in his sleeve, in fact, and he really wouldn't have complained if Jin Ling did want to use it right here - but they've pushed things too far already today, better retreat to the safety of his room. "Let's go."

~~~

Wuxian's pout grows as his husband refuses to answer, and he almost reaches the point of squirming in his lap by the time he actually speaks. When he does, though, his eyes widen and he freezes.

"Secrets? Ah, Lan Zhan, what secrets? What is Zheng-gongzi hiding? Did-" he stops. The final pieces click into place and he grabs the front of Lan Zhan's robes urgently "He's the one A-Ling was talking about!"

He doesn't explain right away, however, because the truth of the situation hits him and he can't help himself, he starts cackling wildly, burying his face in his husband's chest as his shoulders shake with mirth.

His nephew brought a prostitute to Jiang Cheng's wedding