"Aiya..." Wei Wuxian groans, scrubbing a hand over his face. He turns to Jiang Chenyue, who is mostly trying to pretend he isn't here.

"You. Go and gather as many men as can be ready in..." he glances at his brother then back "ten minutes. Get horses, we have to travel as fast as possible. Nie-zongzhu will have to ride with your lord."

(There was a joke about riding in there somewhere, he's sure, and he'd find it and make it if he was talking about anybody except his own brother. He can already see Huaisang sniggering behind his fan)

"Yes, Wei-gongzi," Chenyue has the sense to just bow and run off rather than looking to his very drunk leader for confirmation.

"You two," Wei Wuxian points between Huaisang and his brother "get dressed properly. Please. Be ready to leave."