She treated Baekryeon Lodge like her own front yard and didn’t even glance at the other areas, which made Sohwa sigh wryly.
“There’s one thing, though. The patrol around Daeyeong Lodge has been especially tight lately. Her Majesty ordered the guards to watch the wall closely.”
“Hm.”
“They say it’s crawling with eunuchs and soldiers—practically airtight. You might want to give up on these night meetings for now.”
Hwayeong frowned thoughtfully. “No... there must be a way.”
She believed there was nothing in this world that could not be done.
With that conviction firm in her mind, she studied the map again, her gaze settling on the words Hayeong Lodge.
“This spot... would be perfect.”
That tone—half scheming, half inspired—made Sohwa uneasy.
“I know once you get an idea in your head you can’t let it go, but maybe you could set aside the impossible ones for now and focus on what actually needs doing?”
“Hm?”
“Your assignment, Milady.”
“Ah....”
