Once they get out in the main hallway, Lan Wangji takes Wei Ying's hand again, and leans over him. If anyone else were to see them, they'd probably assume they were just having an intimate moment.

He writes, "We need a way to message the other oysters."

Without the spirits overhearing. Without the Queen overhearing.

They might have to do this one by one, set everyone aside, write into their hands. But how many others even knew Chinese? He'd met a handful of people who spoke languages he had never heard, that perhaps had been invented after they had both ascended.