[Huaisang closes his fan, clutching it in his hands looking somber before Wuxian tugs him down. With an indignant squawk he ends up tugged to lay on the floor, giving his friend a little bap with his fan. He's not actually upset by it, settling comfortably on his back and sighing, staring up at the ceiling.]

You don't know that. What about your sister? She'd definitely give the best speech about you.

[Because anyone who'd known any of the Jiang sect siblings would know how much Yanli cared for both Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian. Hearing about how she'd stood up to that buzz kill Jin Zixun, putting him in his place. He's sad he'd missed it honestly. Someone needed to take that idiot down a few pegs.]

... I'll have to work on it some more. Could be better.

[Glancing at Wuxian next to him he'll nudge him in his ribs gently.]

So don't die until I have!