With a smug little toss of her chin, Hwayeong gestured to Sinyeong as if to say ‘See?’ and walked in ahead.
He trailed in after her, remembering how she once said life was all about quick thinking.
And sure enough—ignorance really was bliss.
“Where’s the Master of the house?” Hwayeong asked.
“The master is away on business, and the madam went to the market with the young lady.”
“Oh, I see. Then I’d like to see my brother.”
“He’s in the east wing. I’ll take you there, Milady.”
As they followed the maid, Hwayeong suddenly seemed to remember something.
“Oh, by the way—has anyone named Sohwa come by recently?”
She was just about to describe her—came with a soldier and four big, burly guards—when a familiar voice called out from the east wing.
“Oh—Milady!”
“Muheon!”
Clad in a neat blue uniform, the young man came running over, his face lighting up.
Hwayeong threw her arms wide and pulled him into a hug. Muheon returned it just as eagerly, thumping her back in greeting.
