The palace guard assigned to guide them blinked in confusion, as if to say, ‘What are you talking about?’
But Hwayeong ignored his gaze. She had to go left, whether it was the right way or not.
Sinyeong glanced back at her, amusement flickering in his eyes.
“Did you not say this was your first time in the capital? You seem rather familiar with its streets.”
“I was offered a general sense of direction, Your Highness.”
“I see. Then I take it this is where we go our separate ways.”
A faint, unreadable smile played on his lips.
Just as Hwayeong began to steer her horse toward the left, she hesitated.
She had a sixth sense for things like this—if nothing else, she could read people well.
And there was something unsettling in Sinyeong’s smile.
Carefully, she asked, “And... may I ask where Your Highness is headed?”
“There’s a market being held today—I thought I’d have a quick look. Well then, I’ll be off.”
‘So farewell,’ his tone seemed to say as he turned away.
