Sizhui shifts sideways a bit, gesturing beside himself for Zhuque to sit. No reason for him to continue standing, after all, considering he'll be staying for a while.

He sits silently, listening to what he's being told, carefully considering Zhuque's words, his expression creasing with concern at the revelation. ‘Gave his flesh and blood,’ that can only mean one thing, right? “Did it work? Were you able to defeat the serpent?” And if he wasn't, does that mean Jingyi has dragged him away from his duties in the Imperial City to instead keep him company here? Gods, he hopes not.