The man, seemingly unable to believe what he was witnessing, glanced between the shoe lying on the ground, the wall, and Hwayeong—who looked like some kind of ghost with her loose hair and a long robe thrown over her nightclothes—before muttering softly.
“You really are insane.”
Feeling a twinge of guilt at his words, Hwayeong blinked but quickly regained her composure, throwing a sharp look up at him as she responded.
“I hear that from time to time... But let’s discuss that later.”
“Wha-?”
The man was taken aback by her casual admission, pausing for a moment.
But Hwayeong once again bowed her head before Sinhui.
“The crime of injuring Your Highness is serious, and the laws and customs of the palace are strict. I will gladly accept whatever punishment is due.”
As Hwayeong spoke with respectful sincerity, the man beside her sneered.
