The rectangular Japanese-style room was fairly spacious.
At least, Zhao Si did not feel cramped sitting inside.
This was in a detached courtyard within the castle, a place for everyday living.
Before long, Shimazu Yoshihiro walked in.
Zhao Si glanced at Shimazu Yoshihiro, taking a look at his appearance: a pale face, small eyes with drooping corners, and a mustache slanting down on either side.
He looked like someone from the Land of Reeds, much like the people in their paintings.
Seeing the way Zhao Si was sitting, Shimazu Yoshihiro felt somewhat displeased.
Zhao Si's sprawling posture was actually very rude.
Although the Shimazu clan of Satsuma did not have so many rules and had a rather rough, forthright style.
He was still the local daimyo, a regional lord who held power over life and death within his territory.
Everyone who met him had to be polite.
Only his own family could get away with behaving so improperly.
For instance, his nephew Shimazu Toyohisa, who was single-minded and devoted to martial pursuits.
They were family, got along well, and knew that Shimazu Toyohisa was a simple warrior, so it did not matter.
For an outsider like Zhao Si to behave so improperly would certainly displease a nobleman.
But Zhao Si had never intended to please them.
He had the ability to do that.
Then Shimazu Yoshihiro looked at Malenia and the others and froze for a moment.
They were all beauties, with exotic looks of all kinds.
He had already heard the servants say that a group of celestial beings had arrived.
Now that he saw them for himself, they were indeed extraordinary.
The man was tall and imposing, with a valiant face. Just sitting there, he felt more intimidating than the guardian statues in the temples.
The guardian statues