"You flatter me, young master!"
Hearing Fu Hua's praise, Ningdong's beautiful eyes flickered... She lowered her head and replied softly, then walked up to Fu Hua and placed the guzheng in her hands on the low table. After straightening her long dress, she knelt before the instrument.
"..."
Fu Hua looked at the woman before her named Ningdong. She fit the Tang Dynasty aesthetic very well, and Fu Hua found her exceptionally beautiful too.
It was not that she was fat, but rather very... voluptuous. Her figure was slightly plump, but not excessively so—just right. She had a little softness to her... She probably felt very comfortable to the touch.
Her breasts were large. This sort of long dress she wore relied primarily on the bust to hold it up; without breasts... it simply could not be worn.
In short... the parts that should be large were large, and the parts that should be small were just right. Her thighs were somewhat fuller than those women obsessed with being thin, but it did not detract from her overall beauty at all. Her face, meanwhile... was exquisitely beautiful.
Of course, none of that was Fu Hua's main focus. Her gaze was fixed chiefly upon Ningdong's forehead, where... a trace of lingering demonic aura remained.
Miss Ningdong was certainly not a demon, so this trace of demonic aura meant... a demon had set its sights on her.
Was it Bai Yunhan?
Fu Hua was not sure, because all the people who had died before seemed to have been men... There was still no evidence of any women being harmed.
Although she had noticed the demonic aura on Miss Ningdong's forehead, Fu Hua did not warn her about it the moment they met like those Taoist priests would. She merely sipped the tea