‘Who on earth planned this murderous schedule?’ he grumbled inwardly, picking up another arrow.
Even for a member of the royal family, there should be a moment to breathe. No wonder royal lifespans were so pitifully short.
Fuming, he nocked the arrow, drew back, and released.
The arrow shot forward with a clean, ringing sound, splitting the one before it in two.
Gasps erupted from all around. This time, even Master Je looked genuinely astonished.
“Remarkable! I daresay there’s nothing more I can teach you, Your Highness.”
“That’s quite enough.”
Master Je wasn’t one to speak insincerely—but today, irritation made everything sound wrong to Sinyeong.
After his curt reply, he turned away.
He had just reached for another arrow when a eunuch approached at a brisk trot and spoke softly.
“Your Highness, it is time for your sword practice.”
He was to move straight from archery to sword training, with only a brief pause in between.
