"Lan Zhan!" He isn't quite cackling, but he is near enough to it. "You're blushing! What could you have written to make you turn so red?"

He would not have marked Lan Zhan for the type to write a bawdy song, but before today, he also would not have marked Lan Zhan as the type to bodily haul Wei Wuxian into bed and pin him down by his wrists. Who knows what the rest of those lyrics might be!