"Probably because you suggested it." Mingjue snorts. A spy, for fuck's sake. Of course he wouldn't be nice about it. That he went through with it, though...
He paused, resting back on his hands on the mattress to consider the leaking ceiling.
Meng Yao was a good deputy. A compelling man. A rare genius. Something that was already apparent, even in the short time he'd known him. What would make him agree to swear brotherhood with Meng Yao, to put him on equal footing with Xichen, of all people?
He frowned. Pursed his lips in thought. Tipped back upright to study Xichen's terribly neutral expression and the way he'd picked his words delicately and stared at his hands. All the little tells. If this wasn't nonsense, then, "I saw something in him, didn't I? I'd have to, to swear to a spy."
no subject
He paused, resting back on his hands on the mattress to consider the leaking ceiling.
Meng Yao was a good deputy. A compelling man. A rare genius. Something that was already apparent, even in the short time he'd known him. What would make him agree to swear brotherhood with Meng Yao, to put him on equal footing with Xichen, of all people?
He frowned. Pursed his lips in thought. Tipped back upright to study Xichen's terribly neutral expression and the way he'd picked his words delicately and stared at his hands. All the little tells. If this wasn't nonsense, then, "I saw something in him, didn't I? I'd have to, to swear to a spy."