Yan Zheyun wasn't sure how long they waited for the craftsmen to examine the bracelet. The servants of Tianlu Pavilion had carried chairs out, laying them in front of the entrance in a row so that the emperor and the members of his inner palace who were present would not have to exhaust themselves waiting.
Privately, Yan Zheyun felt like everyone should be entitled to a seat. Time did drag on, after all, his nerves tangling and untangling themselves into intricate love knots (1) as he waited for a verdict. He knew that there was nothing wrong with the bracelet on his wrist—discounting the possibility of Liu Suzhi sabotaging him, but he had no reason to do that, not when it would implicate Xiao De too—but time spent in this world has conditioned him to understand that what could go wrong would go wrong; until he was certain that Liu Yao didn't suspect him, he was going to be restless.
