“...That’s what they claim. In my opinion, nothing more than absolute nonsense.”
“Then... Does that mean she could become my sister-in-law?”
At Sinhui’s cheerful and rather unsettling suggestion, Sinyeong's expression hardened as he vehemently denied the possibility.
“Don’t say such horrifying things. I’d sooner remain a bachelor for life than marry someone like her.”
“But if her physiognomy says so, wouldn’t the empress dowager insist?”
“That will never happen. She promised to respect my wishes when it comes to marriage, no matter what.”
“Well, that’s a relief.”
With that brief response, Sinhui calmly poured more tea into Sinyeong’s empty cup.
Sinyeong, watching him, felt a chill run down his spine.
Marrying ‘her’?
The thought alone made him shake his head in disbelief.
He shuddered, appalled at himself for even entertaining such a dreadful idea.
‘Why am I even worrying about something so ridiculous? Such a disaster could never happen.’
He reminded himself firmly.
