"When would I? Between training to get his strength back, searching for clues as to who might've be the party we will find at the Jin that could be connected to Mo Xuanyu's revenge?" Lan Zhan asks, already immensely drained by the line of questioning. He knew it was going to happen at some point, it had to.

He just hoped it'd be after Wei Ying survived. When he might allow that hope to be tasted, however futile it might be.

"He has, apparently, inquired briefly about my status as a widower; he suspects my wife to be Luo Qingyang," he adds, failing to resist the rolling of his eyes. "The girl he tried to flirt with and impress. Despite having been told to his face that I had no interest in women -- which he immediately suggested I might court Jiang Wanyin -- he still persists. He does not feel the same, brother. Let it go. I have."