Sometimes he nearly forgets how much time has passed back home -- as if Lan Zhan were the only one who has lived three years, and everyone else has lived the mere month Wei Wuxian has spent at the inn. It seems so sudden to think of Chifeng-zun in danger of qi deviation, but of course it would not be sudden at all. Much can happen in three years.

Much has.

He breathes out, the furrows in his brow deepening. "I hope it does not come to that," he murmurs. "If your brother is playing for him, though, he is in good hands."