“Something?”
“It just seems you keep running into each other. And... he’s oddly lenient with you, Milady.”
‘Most of your antics should’ve gotten you thrown out a dozen times over—yet here you are,’ Sohwa added.
Hwayeong burst into laughter.
“Maybe he’s fallen for me.”
The way she cackled made Sohwa hesitate. For a split second, she actually considered the possibility. Then she shook her head.
No. Falling in love required a minimum standard. No matter how unusual the Crown Prince’s taste, even that had to have limits.
Brushing off the idea, Sohwa returned to the matter at hand.
“Anyway, I did as you asked and spoke to all the court maids.”
“And?”
“None of them left the palace since yesterday afternoon. Not even anyone from the consorts’ quarters.”
“Just you and me, then,” Sohwa added.
Hwayeong, sipping her tea slowly, frowned slightly.
“I see... So they’re planning to take it all the way.”
“Pardon?”
