The cold springs are, as he shivers, something that lived up to its name. He's glad when they move away to something else, keeping the healing properties in mind. He follows Xichen as they walk along the pathway toward a town, only partially paying attention until he hears a merchant call out for the prince. Presents? He doesn't change his expression but makes a mental note to ask him about it later on.

He follows him on. His expression softs a little. Lan Xichen doesn't deserve his ire. It isn't his fault that they're stuck in a terrible situation.

"Look! Prince Jiang's so handsome when he isn't scowling," whispers one of the merchants. "He must be falling for His Highness' charm."