Wen Ning doesn't know if it will do anything either, or exactly what Lan Xichen means to do with it in the first place, but he isn't going to stop him.

"If that's what Zewu-jun wants."

Slowly, the puppet uncurls himself until he's sitting cross-legged instead. His head remains bowed, hair unbound and falling in curtains around either side of his face. He keeps his hands in his lap where the other man can see them.