No matter what Sinyeong said, they didn’t listen. Not even a twitch of acknowledgment.
That unshakable resolve finally pushed him into childish protest.
“Do you even remember who it is you serve? I outrank all of you—so why are you following Her Majesty’s orders and not mine?”
He leveled this childish accusation at them, only for a eunuch to respond with practiced politeness:
“It is all for Your Highness’s well-being. Please, return to your chambers.”
His protests slid right past them, completely ignored.
With no other choice, Sinyeong stepped back inside, and the door shut firmly behind him.
From the look in their eyes, he wouldn’t be surprised if they nailed the door shut next time.
Clicking his tongue, he began pacing.
He’d told Hwayeong they’d meet tonight. She was probably out there already.
And he had to talk to her. He had to.
As he recalled what the Empress had said earlier, a dull ache bloomed behind his temples.
