Her response was so calm, so firm, that Sinyeong just blinked in stunned silence.
Wasn’t this the same woman who once glared at him like he was the plague and demanded he throw her out of the palace?
“Well... at least you’re sane when it matters.”
“I’m always sane.”
Sinyeong blinked, clearly unconvinced—but now wasn’t the time to argue about her sanity. They had more pressing things to deal with.
“Fine. Either way, we need to get things in order. I’ll go see Lady Mother and explain everything.”
His tone was steady and solemn now, as if to say, ‘Leave it to me. I’m ready for the consequences.’
But Hwayeong simply raised a hand to stop him.
“No need. She already knows.”
“No, I mean—the marriage. That’s what I’m talking about. Not... that.”
Still too mortified to say ‘kiss’ out loud again, he fumbled, and Hwayeong replied breezily,
“Yes. That too. She already knows about the marriage.”
‘You’re the last one to find out about your own engagement,’ her tone seemed to say.
