He watched her carefully, expecting at least some sign of alarm.
But Hwayeong merely nodded, as if she had already known.
“I thought as much.”
“...What?”
“If Her Majesty truly believed Your Highness had collapsed, she would have asked me about it—but she didn’t ask a single thing. That kind of silence? It means she already knows.”
Sinyeong regarded her in silence for a long moment.
Her deduction was so precise that, for once, he found himself genuinely impressed.
“...You’ve really had your fair share of trouble, didn’t you?”
As the saying goes, experience is the best teacher.
He looked at her in a strange mix of disbelief and reluctant admiration.
At this point, she wasn’t just good at talking her way out of things—she was a master at it.
Hwayeong, catching the shift in his expression, flashed him a bright, satisfied smile.
“I told you—it’s my specialty.”
