"A bloodbath, and Lao Wen has somehow found himself in the middle of it." He scolds Wen Kexing lightly, dabbing at some of the blood and mud on Wen Kexing's cheek with the sleeve of his free hand. "Can't leave things well alone, hm?"

It isn't as though he really has any room to talk; Wen Kexing found him in the middle of the chaos as well, after all. "Will there be wine?"