[That twitch of the lip is more than enough confirmation for Jin Guangyao. You can call him insincere and a liar. But asking for atonement even while in disbelief at the idea, isn't that just as insincere? But it's fine for you to say, oh of course.

As for Nie Mingjue...]

We've, ah, spoken about everything that happened, yes.

[With a small break in the sentence there because nobody would even have a chance at believing that interaction went smoothly in any way.

Not that they spoke of everything, not even close to everything. A forced confession and details first intended to help spare his own life, then to hurt Mingjue when escape wasn't offered and death seemed imminent, that was all. Jin Guangyao doesn't expect this to be believed either, but at least if Wangji feels the need to go fill in a blank or two, he can at least prevent him from having a clear starting point to add details Chifeng-zun doesn't need to hear about.

The small black and white weiqi stones are still a bit scattered from the gust of wind Lan Wangji raised, so he can't help but add innocently:]

Would you mind helping to tidy up before you go, Hanguang-jun? I don't want to blame you, but you really shouldn't make a mess and then leave.