Fujiwara no Fuhito had not considered his own son's thoughts at all.
If it had been any other woman, he might have been willing to grant his wish. But these two were out of the question.
From the moment he first saw Kaguya, he had made up his mind. This woman was his. No one else... no one else could have her.
He had seen quite a few women, and his wives were all beauties of the highest caliber. Though their makeup was often nauseating, once it was washed away, their bare faces were still beautiful.
Otherwise, he could not have fathered several daughters as lovely as flowers—so beautiful that even the Emperor could not restrain himself.
But after seeing so many beauties, none of them came close to Kaguya.
Fu Hua held Kaguya in her arms and watched Fujiwara no Fuhito approach them, a trace of vigilance rising within her.
Fu Hua had noticed this middle-aged man earlier. After all, she knew Fujiwara Maro, and Fujiwara Maro had been speaking with this man the entire time, so she had glanced at him a few extra times.
However, Fu Hua had no interest in Fujiwara Maro, so she had not deliberately listened to what they were saying and did not know this middle-aged man's identity.
She could only tell that he was probably someone of high status.
But even if he held a high position, Fu Hua would not care much. She did not even care about the Emperor of Japan, much less some official or noble.
Now that this middle-aged man was walking toward them, Fu Hua finally gave him her full attention.
"Good evening, ladies."
Fujiwara no Fuhito approached Fu Hua and Kaguya and politely bowed to them. Considering that they had come from Tang lands, Fuhito