As immortal, ageless people of Penglai, death had never been anything unusual. Even if they were reduced to ashes, they could still be fully resurrected. They could not even die if they wanted to!
"..."
Seeing that Princess Kaguya did not take it seriously at all, the God of Matchmaking swallowed the warning she had been about to give. This girl was simply too infuriating.
She turned to look at Fu Hua beside her, and then... the God of Matchmaking was shocked again!
She discovered that... Fu Hua had even more fate lines around her wrists. And... they were not just on her right wrist; there were quite a few on her left wrist as well.
The God of Matchmaking hurriedly rubbed her eyes and looked carefully again. Nothing had changed...
For the first time, the God of Matchmaking doubted her own ability. Had something gone wrong with her innate power? Fu Hua's situation should have been utterly impossible.
The God of Matchmaking suddenly felt a little shut down.
Fujiwara Capital was the first great capital city in Eastern Island's history. It had served three emperors in the brief span of sixteen years. Twelve main roads ran north to south through Fujiwara Capital, with Vermilion Bird Avenue being the widest. South along that road stood the famous, well-known Rashomon Gate.
However, because the basin was prone to flooding, the roads built under Fujiwara Capital's grid system all had side ditches for drainage.
At this moment, the Fujiwara territory had been completely blanketed in snow. It seemed a heavy snowfall had fallen a few days ago, but it had yet to melt completely. The white snow covered the roads like a white quilt, while strings of footprints had been left across it.
When Fu Hua and the other two, along