Lan Wangji does not remember that portion of the talent show, but it sounds so exactly right that he believes it immediately, with hardly any embarrassment. Wei Ying bemoans his husband's cruel and unyielding nature nearly every night.

"Mn." He's temporarily silent as he arranges Claudius' robe for him, smoothing it down neatly and then pulling it around him. He's efficient and practiced, but gentle, and moving more slowly than he otherwise might so that Claudius can observe. It puts him in mind of Lan Xichen, showing him all these same motions when he was still much smaller than his brother, tying his forehead ribbon into his hair for him. "It must be folded left over right," he says, demonstrating as he tucks the collar into place and then continuing, while he unwinds the sash, as if there had been no interruption to the previous topic. "I would think it of him. I first bit Wei Ying years before kissing him." The connection there, which he assumes Claudius will easily ascertain, is that he sees himself in Galahad.