[ Look, Lan Xichen has heard a lot of lies in his life - just how many is something he's still coming to terms with, but that's beside the point - ranging from perfect to ridiculous, and yet he's reasonably certain he's never been faced with someone so seemingly certain that they will believe something so blatantly false.
He would be thrown by the sheer audacity if it wasn't his brother at stake.
His own hand clutches at the hilt of his sword in near unison with Wangji, though he doesn't try to draw his yet. Another tactic, then - surely they can't deny that he was provided with some refreshment. ]
What was he given to drink? [ All right, yes, of course they can lie about that, so he follows it up with, ] Where are the drinks kept?
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He would be thrown by the sheer audacity if it wasn't his brother at stake.
His own hand clutches at the hilt of his sword in near unison with Wangji, though he doesn't try to draw his yet. Another tactic, then - surely they can't deny that he was provided with some refreshment. ]
What was he given to drink? [ All right, yes, of course they can lie about that, so he follows it up with, ] Where are the drinks kept?