Even Xingchen agreeing with him for the smallest things has a strange flash of delight thrum through him. Xue Yang watches him with a smile almost entirely happy. "A way will be found, if it's there." Not a threat, just a promise.

The order has him immediately obey, hand out without question, though curious. Then he's left frozen and silent as a sweet is set in the palm, staring with wide eyes down at it. He accepts the bowl of his dinner a beat late.

There's a hushed quality to his voice as he turns his awed gaze to Xingchen. "...I know...Thank you, Daozhang."