“He hurt his leg?”
“Yes.”
“How?”
“He twisted his ankle getting off his horse.”
“His ankle?”
“Yes.”
This was the reply she got after sending a letter demanding to know why he hadn’t come to see her, even after arriving in the capital.
The moment she heard it, her temper flared.
“He said he’d come—then out of nowhere he hurts his leg?!”
Hwayeong had been unusually quiet for a while, but just as expected, here came the outburst.
Anticipating this, Sohwa calmly set down the box she’d brought.
“Instead, he sent jerky and fruit. Madam prepared them herself, just for you.”
“And he thinks that’s enough? He really thinks some snacks make up for leaving me stuck in this palace without even showing his face?”
Still grumbling, she tore open the box and bit into a piece of jerky without hesitation.
Sohwa could only smile—Hwaan really did know her well.
Just give her something to chew on, and she’d quiet down, at least for a little while.
