For a long, confused moment, Mingjue processes that news. War over. Wen dead. He stays in frozen suspension, eyes on Xichen without really seeing him, as he works around that idea and what that means for...anything. He only snaps out of it when Xichen touches his shoulder.

"Good," he says in response to both, adding in a sharp nod of his head. But he has no solid conclusions beyond 'time's fucked.' He beckons Xichen. "Get in out of the rain. You're soaked."