I Became the Owner of the Heavenly Flower Palace

The inner hall was dark.

Although Jincheon had been told that Dongpung was confined here, he couldn’t see him anywhere.

“I’ll light the lantern.”

At the maid’s words, the lamp flickered to life.

And then, a single figure seated in the center of the hall was revealed.

He was sitting cross-legged with his upper garments removed, both hands resting on his knees, palms facing upward.

The act of baring one’s upper body signified the renunciation of status or authority.

It was likely a gesture of penance for his transgressions—but with his hair unbound and his eyes gently closed, he looked more like a meditating monk.

Step. Step.

Jincheon moved forward.

Then, suddenly, the maids shifted.

Before Jincheon even realized what was happening, they had surrounded him in a protective circle, as if shielding him.