"Lan-er-gongzi sounds like an impressive man indeed," Wei Ying murmurs, searching for a way to phrase her question that is delicate enough for her to escape reproach and Auntie Yu's wrath.
"I only worry that I might create awkwardness between you and his uncle by not being a worthy enough match."
She takes up her spoon again and kicks Jiang Cheng under the table hard enough to make him lower the eyebrow he's raised at her.
Uncle Jiang clears his throat.
"Yes, about that," he says.
Wei Wuxian knows that Lan Zhan is the same Lan Zhan as before, but also so, so different. This Lan Zhan is soft for him. This Lan Zhan has a set jaw and a steely look in his eye, ready to fight anyone who gets in Wei Wuxian's way. This Lan Zhan puts up no fronts - it almost hurts to look at him, he's so open.
Wei Wuxian looks at this Lan Zhan, and he wonders.
(i.e., Wei Wuxian tries real hard to use his two brain cells to figure out if Lan Zhan likes-him, likes-him or not.)