Onmyoji, a nobleman in Heian-kyo

She knelt down and handed the basin of hot water to Kyosuke Kousaka.

Kyosuke Kosaka nodded, and just as he raised his hand to swat Chitanda Eru away, she was staring intently at him.

"what happened?"

"This should be served by a maid..."

"It's probably not as convenient for others to wash their faces as it is for me to do it myself."

"Please let me try."

Sensing the uncertainty in Kousaka Kyosuke's words, Chitanda Eru's expression hardened.

She thought to herself that it would be terrible if others saw this.

A master who treats his servants too well will only invite criticism and ultimately put the master in a difficult position.

"Shouldn't you refuse?"

As Kyosuke Kosaka thought to himself, he closed his eyes as he saw a section of fair, lotus-root-like arm getting closer and closer.

The touch of soft little hands is warm and gentle...

boom!

The shears made a dull thud when they hit the ground.

In the courtyard, Yukinoshita's mouth was slightly agape, her face filled with disbelief.

16. Fujiwara Kaori/Kirisu Mafuyu/Are they all rolled up?

Move gently and carefully.

For the first time, Kyosuke Kosaka truly experienced the subtlety of women.

He closed his eyes and appeared lost in thought, a rare sight.

I should have understood the saying "a gentle embrace is a hero's grave," yet I still couldn't help but fall into it.

It can only be said that he lacks experience.

"Alright, Kyosuke-sama."

Her soft, sweet voice was as gentle as her previous movements.

Kyosuke Kosaka felt a sweet and refreshing sensation seeping into his heart.

When he opened his eyes again, he smiled and gave Chitanda Eru a soft "hmm".

Didn't say much.

In modern times, it is polite to say "thank you".

But here, it only makes people feel uneasy.

This is a magical era.

At dawn, the sun rises in the east.

Kyosuke Kosaka went to the government office to report.

He was the Vice Minister of the Bureau of Investigation and Punishment, and the Assistant Inspector of Investigation and Punishment at the fifth rank.

He wielded considerable authority over law enforcement in Kyoto.

By the way.

There was one official in charge of the Bureau of Investigation and Prosecution.

It was Fujiwara no Michikane.

As the Right Minister, holding the rank of Second Grade, he naturally wouldn't concern himself with practical matters.

Two of his four vice-ministers were in the same situation as Michikane.

After a ten-day investigation, the acting vice-minister, Kousaka Kyosuke, discovered that the man was a close friend of Ichiro.

The other vice-minister was unaware of the situation, but estimated that it was related to Daojian or Daozhang.

Overall.

Kousaka Kyosuke had already guessed that even if the regent Fujiwara Michitaka wasn't dead, he was pretty much done for.

The two brothers, Daojian and Daozhang, have both started targeting the confidants of their eldest son, which shows that their power is waning.

Judging from the circumstances, the Taoist priest should be cooperating with his brother, Daojian.

As for whether the two men would remain friendly and respectful or merely pretend to be friendly after they had finished dealing with their nephew, that's none of their concern...

Kyosuke Kosaka suddenly twitched his lips, then stopped thinking about it.

That's true. After all, once you're appointed to a position, accepting it means you've chosen a side.

Even if you tell others that it's not true, you probably still won't escape being purged.

Although there is still the option of "fence-sitters".

Kyosuke Kosaka, however, felt it was better not to do such a thing.

Speaking of the birth date and time that the Taoist priest had sent him, he truly felt the cruelty of politics.

After all, it was only a matter of deduction that it was almost certain that it was a combination of Dao and Yang.

Having a follower use his elder brother's birth date and time to predict his fortune seems like a sinister plot.

It wouldn't be surprising if someone later became known as "the three-inch nail at the hour of the ox".

Go to the office of the Inspectorate of Illegal Activities.

Kyosuke Kosaka and his men began patrolling Ukyo.

The tide had just receded, and the area was bound to be in chaos; he had no reason to ignore it.

At the same time, the practice of forcibly conscripting homeless and untouchable people on the streets was not as prevalent as it had been initially.

Instead, they simply ignored it.

"Moo~ Moo~~"

The desperate mooing of the cows rang out.

Kyosuke Kosaka glanced at the simple, single-patterned vine decoration on the oxcart in the distance, then slightly raised his chin.

"Go, help."

The lowest-ranking fireman in the inspection office was quickly assigned by the fire chief to help push the oxcart.

The oxcart, whose wheels were stuck in a deep pit, quickly moved forward smoothly with the help of others.

Kyosuke Kosaka watched the oxcart depart into the distance, thinking to himself that this era was still quite favorable to aristocratic women.

Women of noble lineage could obtain official seals by applying to the Ministry of Civil Affairs with the help of their relatives who were officials.

Then one could ride in the mode of transportation that only officials of the fifth rank or above were allowed to use.

Of course, one undeniable fact remains: they were always tools for political alliances.

豱辘辘~

"What was that Inspector General doing at the time?"

A voice, both intellectual and undeniably charming, rang out.

The pink-haired woman walking alongside the oxcart said earnestly, "It's as if she's gazing into the distance."

"He seems to have a broad vision, I choose him."

"..."

"Mafuyu, are you scared?"

"without!"

Hearing the quick and efficient reply, the silver-haired woman in the oxcart chuckled.

Her voluptuous figure exuded a more charming and mature allure with her light laughter, and her graceful and elegant face became even more beautiful.

There are pictures here, which can be viewed after the updated version

"Don't worry, he seems to be a sensitive person. Or perhaps you'd like to come with me to take care of some old man?"

"...He looks no more than 20."

The voice grew even lower.

"As long as their character is flawless, that's good enough. Don't be picky."

Fujiwara Kaori could clearly sense that her friend Kirisu Mafuyu was becoming increasingly nervous and uneasy, so she stopped mocking her.

Arriving in this magical and fantastical world, even a widow finds it difficult to enjoy freedom.

Through her uncle's inexplicable actions, she witnessed even more enigmatic male nobles through the shoji screen.

None of them were satisfactory.

If she doesn't take control of herself now, she might really end up with some crude man who doesn't even know how to compose waka poems.