Yawning, Hwayeong stepped back inside and spotted the letter still sitting on her desk.
Only one lamp burned, casting a dim glow—just enough to make out the letters.
She was still exhausted and had every intention of going back to sleep, but...
‘Just a peek. Then I’m done.’
She sat down, opened the letter, and began to read with a light smile—half expecting more nonsense from a man who wouldn’t let her sleep.
But a few lines in, her smile froze—then disappeared entirely.
“What the hell is this?!”
* * *
“What the hell is this?!”
Sinyeong had accepted the reply from the court lady in a rare moment of good cheer.
But as soon as he read it, that cheer evaporated.
A voice called out from outside the room—the eunuch.
“Your Highness? Is something the matter?”
The sudden outburst in the dead of night had startled him, and he sounded seconds away from bursting through the door.
Sinyeong answered quickly.
“It’s nothing.”
