Tea has been had, poor quality though it was. He didn't mind. Xichen does, after a nod, get straight to the point, however.

"Wangji wished me to congratulate him."

Letting that stew for a moment as his mild smile watches Wei Wuxian, he remains of calm mind and sturdy body where he sits up on his knees. He takes the time to fold his sleeves over his lap, breaking the wait between his speaking and a possible answer.

"He has a way of speaking around that which he wishes to say. I find it is what he will not utter that presents the biggest case as to what occupies his thoughts."