( Flush of his face a rare, spreading burning, and his teeth grit, and he wishes himself promptly and with no further notice, confined into the depths of the earth.

Instead, he holds himself rigid, steady, waiting. One of the girls gazes up, owlishly; the other, far more shocked, mutters to the ground. )

I do not — ( ...no. Wrathion knows. Wei Ying has made their bond vocally and irrefutably apparent. Wrathion is aware both that Lan Wangji is bedded and that he has limited interest in the fairer sex. Then this is — ...help.

As much help as can be hoped of.

This is Lan Wangji's best and only chance.

Heavens help him. )

They believe I require servants. ( He does, in fact, require — ) Without wages.