( Sent sometime in the middle of the night even though he knows Lan Xichen will be asleep, and via text because it is easier to hide the slur of his words. He's aware he won't get a reply straight away but if he doesn't ask now he won't and so he'll leave it like an unpleasant gift from an errant cat. )
Master Lan, a difficult question. Your ghost. The one you told me about before. How did you defeat it?
un: abwhorent / text
Master Lan, a difficult question. Your ghost. The one you told me about before. How did you defeat it?