As she spoke those words, the entire dining hall seemed to go quiet. It was as if everyone in the room wanted to hear his answer. The women were especially keen, straining their ears with anticipation. Eun-woo's popularity in the sect was no surprise. He, along with Haon, was the most attractive disciple in the Sun Sect—almost a cult-like following surrounded them.
Many girls dreamed of a man like Eun-woo: handsome, smart, mature, and skilled with the sword. But Eun-woo wasn't interested in romance. So, they could only admire him from afar. Now, faced with a chance to learn what type of woman might interest the diligent prince, their eyes showed hungry anticipation. Haon's melodious laughter broke through the tension like a bell. "Heo Eun-woo liking a woman? Don't be ridiculous. He is practically a eunuch."
Ah-In narrowed her eyes at him. The grey hue in her irises looked like icicles. "You should at least let him answer for himself."
