[Lan Wangji's heart is pounding, but his mind is still clear and cold. his hands are steady. he's spent a long time carefully reinforcing his natural tendency towards a level head for just this reason: he's reliable in a crisis. he can decide what he wants to do, weigh the odds, and stick with it.

right now, he's going to take one more cue from having spent the day with the Department of Enma. he'll duck the patrols and head for one of the abandoned checkpoints. he knows that the contraband got cleared out when the market took down its stalls, so the temporary holding containers they were using for the forbidden wares should be empty.

he has one of the keys with him, tucked into his sleeve; he hands it to Wei Wuxian when they get there.]

Hurry.