Talent was useless. In the end, he still relied on the Fujiwara family's connections and status, and all of that depended on his father, Fujiwara no Fuhito.
Yet the few women he had taken a liking to with great difficulty... either his father had taken a liking to them as well, or his father had put a stop to it directly.
"Third Brother, you don't like Mei Hong, do you? She's your younger sister."
Fujiwara no Tabino looked at the furious Fujiwara Maro before her. She had actually admired him somewhat, admired the poems he wrote. But Fujiwara Maro only had eyes for Fujiwara no Mei Hong!
"...Why are you still here?"
Fujiwara Maro frowned at his younger sister, impatience evident in his expression.
Of course he knew Fujiwara no Mei Hong was his younger sister, but his father could marry his own mother, so why couldn't he?
"I'm just worried about you. That bitch... What is it about Mei Hong that makes her worth so much concern from you?"
Fujiwara no Tabino couldn't understand what was so good about Fujiwara no Mei Hong.
"I don't need your concern!"
Fujiwara Maro looked at his young sister. Having stayed in Shenzhou for several years, he found Japan's current standards of beauty increasingly unbearable. Looking at Fujiwara no Tabino before him, he felt she could scare someone to death!
Perhaps Fujiwara no Tabino would look quite good after washing off her makeup. But ever since he returned, he had been unable to forget the terrifying first impression she had made on him.
It was like someone who did not look like much becoming beautiful after putting on makeup. Even knowing they looked ugly bare-faced, one could still be moved by their beautiful made-up appearance.
The reverse was true at a glance