“Hmmm. This is no good. No good at all. It’s too plain. Too… boring.”
Wu Jian felt sweat rolling down his face as he stood underneath his mother’s scrutinizing glare. She walked around him, a hand on her chin, eyes narrowed as she looked him up and down. He felt like a rat being eyed by a cat.
“Change out of that. I’ll find something more suitable.”
“Yes, Mother.”
Wu Jian sighed as he undid the sash around his waist, then removed the upper and lower garments. The upper garment was called a yi. It was an open cross-collared garment. The lower garment was known as a chang, and it was basically just a skirt that went all the way down to his feet.
These were the traditional clothing of the Shang Kingdom. They were made from the silk of the Giant Grass Tarantula, a magical beast that was b
