Despite her repeated questioning, Hwayeong’s eyes gleamed with a mischievous sparkle.
Though the situation was clearly against her, she seemed delighted, her lips curving upward as if she could barely contain herself.
The man’s suspicion grew as he asked again.
“...You’re not actually pleased about the idea of calling the guards, are you?”
“Pleased? How could I be? If I get caught climbing over the wall by the guards, I’d be immediately expelled from the palace, disgracing my Father’s name. So no, there’s absolutely no way I’m pleased.”
But despite her words, Hwayeong’s face was glowing with hope, with the corners of her mouth nearly reached her ears.
Her expression practically invited him to call the guards, which made the man’s face twist in distaste, as if he had seen something strange and unpleasant.
Realizing this, Hwayeong instinctively knew:
He doesn’t actually want to call the guards either.
