Wu Jian had changed into a more traditional hanfu instead of the lighter version he had been wearing. The white hanfu had silver designs curving along the surface, forming the shape of a dragon coiling around a cherry blossom.
He stood before the dining hall, waiting for Wu Meiying and Hou Jingshu to arrive. Several people bowed as they passed him. He returned their bows with a respectful nod, but most of his attention was focused on searching for the two girls.
Hou Jingshu soon came up to him. He was about to greet her when he noticed the worried expression on her face.
“Is something wrong?” he asked.
“I don’t know. The clan head and elders called for Wu Meiying. I suppose… it is nothing serious, but I can’t help but feel a little worried. Something doesn’t feel right,” Hou Jingshu admitted.
The clan head and elders?