As she passed a soldier, she stopped abruptly, her gaze locking onto him with an intensity that made him flinch.
"Call Madam Ji. Tell her I am calling," Jiho commanded, her voice low and icy. The soldier, taken aback by her tone and expression, nodded quickly, fear evident in his eyes.
Without waiting for a response, Jiho turned on her heel and continued towards her tent, her robe billowing slightly with her movements.
She pushed through the flaps of her tent, the fabric rustling as she entered. Inside, she took a moment to compose herself, her mind still reeling from the encounter by the waterfall.
Her hands shook slightly as she adjusted the belt of her robe, tying it tighter around her waist.
Jiho's mind raced with thoughts of the intruder. She couldn't shake the feeling that it was Kyung Ho, but the doubt gnawed at her. She needed answers, and she needed them quickly.
