Sinyeong turned to her, confused.
“What rumors?”
She’d been meaning to bring it up—that rumor was the reason she’d wanted to speak with him.
But just then, another rumor came to mind, and her gaze drifted up and down his figure.
Yes, she knew it was audacious to stare down the Crown Prince like this.
Still, it was hard not to notice: this was a man who was supposedly suffering from an incurable illness. And yet, he looked... suspiciously healthy.
Even better than he had that morning.
“Before we talk about that... you look perfectly fine, Your Highness.”
“Hm?”
“I heard you collapsed and the physician said it was some incurable disease—no medicine could treat it, not even the best doctors in the land. But you look way too fine for that.”
She eyed him carefully. “Is it the kind of illness that strikes without any sign?”
Sinyeong quickly cut in. “Where did you hear that?”
“It’s all over the consorts’ quarters.”
“And who exactly is spreading it?”
