Sinyeong stared at her in utter disapproval, and Hwayeong slowly turned her head to look at him.
“And what about you, Your Highness? What brings you to the consorts’ quarters at this hour?”
A blatant ‘Do you have that much free time?’ hung between the lines.
Irritated, Sinyeong shot back.
“I was speaking with my mother. The conversation went longer than expected.”
“What conversation drags on this late at night? In the consorts’ quarters, no less?”
“We were discussing Sinhui.”
At the mention of Sinhui’s name, Hwayeong immediately perked up.
“Why?”
“I requested that Baekryeon Lodge be made more accessible as the weather gets warmer. It would be good for both the visitors and Sinhui himself to move around more.”
That meant he had barely been able to leave his quarters this entire time.
Hwayeong stared at Sinyeong for a long moment before cautiously asking,
“...I’m genuinely curious—do people still believe his illness is contagious?”
