Chapter 118

• By the time the debate was over, the sun had long since dipped below the horizon, and the palace was awash with a cold, silvery glow from the moon. The gardens were silent, a far cry from the suppressed nerves that lined everything. I needed some air to clear my head and sort through the events of the day, so I decided to take a walk outside.
• Strolling through the palace gardens, the blooming flowers were like balm to my very frayed nerves. I turned to see Yi Hon striding toward me, barely contained fury etched into his face.
• "Hwan," he spat, the words dripping with venom. "I need to speak with you.”