It must be said, this is ancient times.
Women with scars on their faces are extremely rare.
Moreover, the point is that she is a Princess.
Zhahaqi wasn't overly concerned about the severity of the scar, merely surprised.
Given the scar, why not cover it? Instead, she seemed so poised, as if she didn't care at all.
Perhaps his gaze was too obvious, even the usually indifferent Hutuli felt it.
She reached to touch her forehead: "Do you... care about this?"
"No, no!" Zhahaqi quickly shook his head: "Please don't misunderstand, Princess."
"This slight imperfection doesn't affect your beauty at all. I was just... momentarily dazed." Zhahaqi knew. For women, appearance is extremely important, never speak ill.
