Sinyeong grimaced, as if he’d expected nothing less.
“I suppose it’s the trouble you like best.”
“I can’t deny it. But in summer, the hunting and fishing are wonderful. You’d enjoy it, Your Highness.”
Something in her tone convinced him.
At the very least, their tastes aligned in the oddest ways.
If she delighted in it, perhaps he would too.
“Very well. If the chance comes, let’s go.”
“Yes,” she said brightly. “Together.”
She handed him the folded letter, and as Sinyeong took it, a sigh slipped from him.
Time was running short.
“It’s time I went back.”
“Yes, I suppose it is.”
“It would be nice if we could meet at night....”
Loath to part, Sinyeong muttered under his breath.
Hwayeong fixed him with a steady look.
“...Shall I climb over the wall, then?”
The Daeyeong Lodge was crawling with eunuchs and guards. Since he couldn’t come, perhaps she should.
Her suggestion made Sinyeong blink in alarm.
“You?”
“Yes.”
“How?”
