"It possessed Sizhui's qin." Lan Wangji catches Claudius' eye with simultaneous amusement and chagrin. "It was necessary for him to interrupt us to request assistance." Poor, sweet A-Yuan. There has never been a better or more diligent disciple, nor one more stoic in the face of watching a half-disrobed Hanguang-jun and his shamefully disheveled husband playing a spirit to rest.