Chapter 278: Transcendent Qing (15)
To be clear, Seol Iri didn’t exactly come striding out with pride.
Her face was as red as a ripe persimmon, and she stood there awkwardly, clutching the hem of her soaked robe in both hands. Wait—did she not even put anything on underneath?
She was clearly mortified. Shame clung to her like the wet fabric on her skin.
She’d run out in a hurry after Qing, yes—but at least she seemed aware of what she looked like. Which was... something. A small mercy.
Then again, maybe it wasn’t a mercy at all. Maybe it was pure, unshakable stubbornness.
“Seriously, why the hell did you wear white? You trying to tell all of Jianghu exactly where your nipples are?”
“Ugh...”
Technically speaking, what the Central Plains called a chest wrap was really more of a nipple veil.
It was like an apron hung around the neck or shoulders, falling to just above the solar plexus. Some had a single strap across the chest, some none at all. There was almost no structural support—just a padded section over the tips to keep things from poking through.
The main purpose wasn’t coverage, but comfort—a soft lining so the outer layers didn’t rub too harshly.
Still, the reason to cover anything at all stemmed from this primitive, prehistoric society’s deep-rooted belief that visible nipples were scandalous and indecent.
“Jus’... wai’... I jus’ need the blan’ed for a min—”