As if to accept his apology, the thoroughly exhausted guards—who looked like they’d aged ten years in a single day—gave him a deep bow.
“It’s a relief you’re safe, Your Highness.”
Sinyeong’s guards had clearly been through hell—just the thought of what might’ve happened if he’d been hurt had them looking ready to drop.
Seeing their utterly drained faces, he gave them a look of genuine remorse.
One of them stepped forward.
“We figured we’d better take a longer route that keeps us well away from the market. They say the night market sets up as soon as the sun goes down, so we brought the horses—it’d be best not to go through there.”
Clearly, they had no intention of going anywhere near that place again.
At the mention of the night market, Hwayeong’s eyes lit up.
“Night market....”
She murmured the words like she was about to start drooling. Before she could take another step toward it, Sohwa shot her a sharp glare—and this time, it was Sinyeong who pinched her arm.
“Ow!”
