"Greetings, Master's Wife!"
In the language of the Great Desert Tribes, gender was not distinguished solely by appearance. The first day they met Xie Luohe, they had learned the Central Plains honorific and called her "Lord Xie." Now that news of their wedding had spread, the children, in the blink of an eye, had bestowed upon Zheng Xiu a formal title of his own—Master's Wife.
Zheng Xiu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he couldn't bring himself to curse them. He could only accept it, crying on the inside.
'Who the hell is the groom here?'
'Who's marrying who, anyway?'
Xie Luohe set the wedding date for a month later, on the fifteenth of the eighth month. She said everything was exceptionally full and round on that day, which sounded auspicious.
In the traditions of the Great Desert Tribe, red was not their preferred color for major events. To them, red was the color of blood, used for sacrifices to Heaven.
