Eager to confirm her suspicion, Hwayeong quickly crossed the courtyard and began inspecting the left side of the pavilion, carefully looking around.
“Miss...”
“Shh.”
If she found that man, she was ready to throw a shoe at him—just so he could experience how unpleasant it was to get hit out of nowhere, just as she had. Quietly creeping around the pavilion, Hwayeong moved forward silently, and seeing this, Sohwa also began tiptoeing behind her, holding her breath.
Even holding up her skirt slightly to avoid the sound of fabric brushing against the ground, Hwayeong cautiously peeked around the corner of the pillar, scanning the back garden.
But as expected, the garden was empty. It wasn’t just quiet—it seemed truly deserted.
Aside from a solitary pavilion sitting above a small pond, the garden felt utterly abandoned.
Frowning, Hwayeong muttered,
“Are there no court ladies here? Why is it so silent?”
