I Became the Owner of the Heavenly Flower Palace

Jincheon was exhausted.

It was only natural. Things had barreled forward without giving him a moment to collect himself, and he hadn’t been able to rest properly.

“Well then, I’ll go first.”

Whether that was a farewell or a notification, Jincheon left those words behind and headed straight for the bedding.

He wanted nothing more than to collapse into it, but at the very least, he had to take off his outer robe.

‘Now that I think about it, this robe...’

It was a flashy red robe—something Jincheon would never buy for himself. He’d received it from someone while passing through the streets of this place.

Suddenly, the memory of that moment came flooding back—images and sensations rushing in all at once.

“Ah, I...”

At the sound of Po Eunryeong’s voice, Jincheon turned his head.

But by that point, he had already taken off the robe.

Po Eunryeong’s expression shifted slightly, as if something felt off. Then she quietly said,