Sure enough, nobody in the world was perfect, and Fu Hua was no exception. Wasting food like this was unacceptable. She would have to make Fu Hua break this habit someday.
But for now, she had not married her yet, so she had no standing to say anything...
Fujiwara no Mei Hong did not mind that it was a can Fu Hua had already eaten from, and continued eating with relish.
Today was both the saddest and happiest day of her life. She was upset because she had learned that her father had promised her to someone she hated, but she was happy because she had met Fu Hua!
As she ate, Fujiwara no Mei Hong secretly glanced at the incomparably handsome Fu Hua before her. Her features were sharply defined, as though carved from stone; her angular face was extraordinarily beautiful, her bearing as flawless as jade, as if she were a celestial being!
Fu Hua was so outstanding that there must be many women who liked her. She would surely have many wives in the future, right?
But Mei Hong did not care much about that. Her father already had four formal wives, not to mention who knew how many other lovers.
That was simply how this era was, so she could not and would not demand that her spouse marry only one person. Such a notion was practically against common sense in this age.
Besides, she felt... that she was completely unworthy of Fu Hua. How could she possibly make such an "excessive" demand?
"Mei Hong, why did you decide to keep your hair short?"
Fu Hua looked at Fujiwara no Mei Hong. Generally speaking, most women in this era wore their hair down to their waists.
Fujiwara no Mei Hong's shoulder-length short hair was