I Became the Owner of the Heavenly Flower Palace

Jincheon gave a bitter smile.

Sure, taking off the headband and showing his hair—he could go along with that. But carrying this rare-looking red orb in one hand?

These people really did love their theatrics.

But what choice did he have? Even that “Gungju” guy had said this was how things were done here.

Slide.

Jincheon lowered one hand.

Gi Seoran dipped her head, seemingly satisfied, showing her respect.

Jincheon, meanwhile, shifted his lowered hand behind his back—not because it meant anything, but simply because he didn’t know where else to put it. He was just trying to stand as stable as possible, and his hand moved naturally.

Huh?

At that moment, he caught a sharp glint in both women’s eyes.

He flinched involuntarily.

Was that... too much?