Yao Shen never gets to hear Xin Hulei's reply. As the scene dissolves into the next one, he isn't sure if he's glad for it or not.
There's a lot to be said about seeing your current lover fucking a version of you from a past life. Maybe the mental disconnect would be too much for Yao Shen -- maybe that odd feeling of being jealous of himself would resurface.
It's already threatening to do so, when he watches Xin Hulei and the Crown Prince holding each other on a bed, hidden from view of the small living area by a silk curtain. He can tell they're both naked under the sheets, and the Crown Prince is no longer wearing the veil.
He must have already told Xin Hulei his name -- Yao Shen.
Xin Hulei is carding his fingers through the Crown Prince's hair, softly, a distant look in his eyes.
