[ nie huaisang lowers his head, a smile playing on his features at the choice in toast. how very wei wuxian - he finds nostalgia for the times that were before — careless laughter in gusu late at night, drunken shenanigans, days spent in idleness after long lectures. ]

Ach, Lan Sizhui, you've become very adept at adjusting to this new world. [ he takes a sip of his wine. not as good as emperor's smile, but decent all he same. ]

You mentioned some questions before, Wei-xiong, what is on your mind?