"Not in red?" Su Jing's dark eyes narrowed deeply, but the aura around her relaxed a little.
She lowered her gaze again. "In that case, it must be a misunderstanding."
Hearing how certain she sounded, Aunt Wu let out two dry little chuckles.
She'd thought this girl in white had met Young Master Baili's wife before; hearing the two of them were married, having some bias would be perfectly normal.
Look at this whole group, white robes and red dresses, all with that Immortal air—each one of them looks like some ascetic, plain as boiled water, one glance and you can tell they're all from upright, proper clans.
That Shu girl, with all her mortal dust and kitchen-smoke about her, probably can't make it into their eyes. In the past, with that foxy, seductive face of hers, she probably wore red all over and flaunted herself everywhere.
Aunt Wu's heart was ultimately on Shu Ci's side, so she hurried to explain for her:
