"...In every respect, perhaps? Things had seemed to have gone a little overboard lately."
"You didn't support me when I was trying to be mindful of my image."
Liu Bai meant: You didn't help me before I "fell to evil," and now that I had, you came to pick a fight with me?
"Uh..."
Tingyun looked thoroughly embarrassed.
If they had to be strict about it, that logic did make sense, but wasn't there another issue here?
They were your wives. I wasn't your wife. Your wives came to collect their marital dues from you—how was a delicate little woman like me supposed to stop them?
Wouldn't that make me a vixen?
A wife came to collect her marital dues from her husband, and then some woman at the side suddenly jumped out and said no. In that situation, wouldn't she be one even if she wasn't?
At most, the setting had been a little inappropriate, but what could I, a subordinate, possibly do?
Wouldn't normal thinking dictate that she avoid suspicion herself?
Wasn't that just ordinary social etiquette? How could she be blamed for that?
...Fine, perhaps there was indeed a little blame to place, since standing by and doing nothing would inevitably lead to moral decay.
"Ahem, no matter what, you should at least consider Miss March 7th's feelings."
Tingyun pointed at March 7th behind Liu Bai.
Liu Bai indeed fell silent for a moment.
March 7th really did need to be handled properly.
"Little March."
"I'm here."
March 7th nodded obediently in response.
"Is there anything you want to do right now?"
Liu Bai asked in a gentle tone.
"As things stand, you can say whatever you're thinking."
—That kindly tone gave March 7th a faint sense that something was wrong.
Though she did not know where