Confident in the rumor—particularly since it was tied to gossip about a guidebook detailing the previous crown princess selection circulating, which Hwayeong already possessed—Hwayeong stuck the threaded needle back into the embroidery fabric.
Since she couldn’t leave the room anyway, she figured she might as well finish the piece.
As Hwayeong focused on her embroidery, Sohwa shook her head in disbelief.
“I understand that a person’s face shows some part of their character... But physiognomy? If that’s really the case, it means that someone could become queen solely because of their looks...?”
“Just as kings and nobles have their lineage, I suppose they have their faces too. Maybe their faces literally say: ‘I’ll be the crown princess, I’ll be the queen, I’ll be the empress.”
Hwayeong said with a giggle before returning to her stitching.
Sohwa also turned back to making the bed, shaking her head with exasperation.
