The next day, Ah Jiu dressed up in new attire, waiting for Wufu to come. It was almost noon by the time she finally arrived, fashionably late.
On seeing Ah Jiu clad in a brand-new purple brocade robe edged with gold thread at the collar and sleeves, and embroidered with auspicious clouds, Wufu found it supremely noble.
"My, why are you dressed up like a peacock today?" Wufu's eyes lit up as she sized up Ah Jiu, "Purple really suits you."
Purple symbolized nobility, both distinguished and elegant. He wore it, fully exuding the style of a king, especially that brocade belt around his waist. Probably just one of its pearls, if taken off and sold, would be enough for a farming family to live well for decades.
Ah Jiu, flattered by the compliment, curved his lips into a small smirk and asked, "Why have you come so late?"
"Late?" Wufu looked up, squinting at the sun hanging in the sky, and said, "It's not late yet, not even noon. Perfect timing to mooch a lunch off you."
