49 Times Left, Master! (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 11
The Sixth Prince’s goodwill did not stop at mere words.
On the first day, he simply thanked me and left, but the next day, he sent a eunuch to Wolmugung to deliver a formal invitation.
“I pay my respects to Lady Yo Dae In. His Highness the Sixth Prince requests your presence at Seonghwangung at the first hour of the Dog, nine days from now.”
“Oh, how could this be….”
As I took the invitation with a bewildered expression and stared at it, the eunuch proudly announced it as though sharing wonderful news on my behalf.
“His Highness the Second Prince will also attend, Lady Yo Dae In. Both princes were greatly impressed by you during the hunting tournament. Congratulations.”
I knew the eunuch was blameless, yet his cheerful grin while delivering such troubling news made it hard to control my expression from showing anger.
“Thank you.”
Still, I forced a smile and bowed, and the eunuch gave a deep bow in return before scurrying away.
This slender sheet of paper felt as heavy as a thousand catties. I sighed and tucked the invitation into my robes.
‘Since something that never happened before is now turning in my favor, my disciple will surely grow suspicious.’
Though I’d received favor from two princes, my heart felt only heavy—after all, I knew who would ultimately win.
“You must be pleased to have earned the trust of your two elder brothers.”
Startled by the sudden voice from behind, I whirled around. My disciple had appeared soundlessly, leaning against the doorframe with a smile.
I gave a slight bow, straightened, and tried to sound as casual as possible.
“Let’s go inside quickly. Class is nearly due.”
“I came out because class is nearly due, yet Master hadn’t arrived.”
“My apologies. It was my oversight.”
“What can one do? When an elder brother sends a eunuch with an invitation, Master cannot refuse.”
Though my disciple spoke as if he understood everything, I still couldn’t ease my mind and hurried into the study, taking my seat at the desk.
As I searched for and opened the textbook we’d used up to yesterday, my disciple, unlike me, walked leisurely to his seat and asked,
“Are you free tomorrow night?”
I was so startled while turning a page that I nearly tore the book apart.
When I stared at him with wide eyes, he smiled gently—even warmly—and said,
“I have yet to properly share even a single meal with Master. Before my elder brothers treat you, I wish to host you first. After all, aren’t you my master?”
Could this mean he intends to kill me preemptively, fearing I might ally with the Second or Sixth Prince?
Unable to interpret his proposal any other way, I stammered for a moment before barely managing a smile and declining.
“My humble apologies, Your Highness, but I have a prior engagement.”
“Then we shall meet tonight instead. Flowers wilt quickly—there’s no time to delay.”
“Flowers?”
“Winter chrysanthemums have bloomed in the rear garden. Let’s enjoy them with a drink.”
In my previous life, before revealing his ambitions, my disciple never invited me alone for such hospitality.
After revealing them, he summoned me often to discuss secret matters—but those meetings were usually with others present, and even when just the two of us met, the mood was never one of formal hosting or invitation.
Yet now, out of nowhere, he suggests a nighttime flower-viewing. Cold sweat trickles down my spine.
Is he simply planning to kill me outright, without even suspecting whether I’ve reincarnated? After all, that would be the safest and simplest path.
No matter how hard I thought, my disciple’s intentions didn’t seem benign.
Well then… if he’s making such a move, I’ll have to struggle with all my might.
“May I bring a friend along, Your Highness?”
“I’d rather not invite others to a flower-viewing between master and disciple.”
Why is he like this? Aren’t we ‘others’ too?
Perhaps my expression faltered for a moment, because my disciple tilted his lips upward and teased,
“Do you dislike viewing flowers with me?”
Of course I do.
“I have a prior engagement.”
“You claimed a prior engagement for tomorrow night as well. Do you have another one tonight? It seems Master keeps appointments every night.”
I wanted to cancel the promise outright, even if it meant lying—but then he’d likely suggest meeting during the day.
Seeing no way out, I finally wracked my brain and replied,
“Though I do have a prior engagement, since Your Highness has already yielded once, I cannot refuse again. I shall ask the other party for understanding, explaining that I must meet Your Highness.”
If I make it known to others that I’m meeting my disciple, he won’t easily attempt to kill me tonight… right?
If he intends to follow the same path as in his past life, this precaution alone should keep him from killing me tomorrow night—for now, he still has almost no power of his own.
My disciple answered lightly, as if it didn’t matter, with a faint smile.
“As you wish.”
[This is the timeline separator]“Lin Hwa. Sister needs you to do one thing for me.”
The moment I returned home, I went straight to find my younger sister Lin Hwa.
Lin Hwa had been showing off her bizarre talent—doing embroidery while swinging on a swing—but the instant she saw me, she tossed aside the piece she’d been diligently stitching and stood up.
“What favor? Get lost!”
Mother and Father always said Lin Hwa was a miracle sent from heaven. To me, she seems more like a colt banished from the skies. Why does she get so irritable the moment I speak to her?
“I’m going into the palace tonight. His Highness the Thirteenth Prince summoned me.”
“Is that supposed to impress me?!”
“If I don’t return the next day, please tell Seon An about this.”
At the mention of Seon An, peace instantly settled over Lin Hwa’s face.
That’s precisely why I bothered telling her, despite our poor relationship.
If I asked Mother and Father, they’d panic and overreact—wondering if I had a falling out with the Thirteenth Prince, what trouble awaited in the palace, why I’d make such a request, and so on.
But not Lin Hwa. She doesn’t worry about me as much as they do, so she won’t pry relentlessly.
Yet she’s always eagerly watching for any chance to see Seon An—so if I don’t come home, she’ll rush off to find him at dawn.
I’d rather not rely on Lin Hwa’s help, but all things considered, she’s the most suitable for this request.
“But why ask this all of a sudden? Did you fight with His Highness? If it’s dangerous, just don’t go!”
“Don’t pretend to worry. Finish embroidering that worm. Though I doubt you can properly stitch with a horseshoe.”
“It’s a dragon! Get out of here!”
[This is the timeline separator]I wished time would slow down, but no such miracle occurred.
The sluggish black clouds rolled in, covering the entire sky until the sun vanished entirely.
I wore the softest, gentlest shade of green I could find, hoping to appear as frail and unthreatening as possible—though I wasn’t sure if it would help.
“His Highness must truly favor you.”
Mother watched me as I prepared to leave my room and said this with evident delight, but I couldn’t bring myself to smile in return.
“I hope so too, Mother. He really ought to be utterly enchanted by me.”
I muttered gloomily, then gave my attire one last adjustment.
But as I did, I noticed Mother staring at me with a look of confusion.
‘Oh no—she misunderstood!’
“Yohwa, could it be that you admire His Highness…?”
“No! Absolutely not!”
Mother knows I’m a woman—there’s no way she doesn’t. That’s why whenever I so much as compliment a decent-looking man, she gives me that look.
She feels sorry for me. Because of our family’s circumstances, I live disguised as a man and can never marry the man I love in an ordinary way.
“Yohwa, just in case—”
“I really don’t!”
The person I like is definitely not the Thirteenth Prince—in fact, I dislike him… he’s frightening.
The one I truly like is someone else, but for the very reason Mother worries about, I already gave up on him in my previous life.
In this life, I have no intention of ever approaching him again.
Damn it. Just thinking about it makes me feel hollow. My heart was already heavy at the thought of meeting the Thirteenth Prince.
I quickly put on a bright smile and told Mother cheerfully,
“I’ll be back soon.”
[This is the timeline separator]Wolmugung at night is even more ominous than by day—perhaps because of its master.
As I stepped over the threshold and entered, not a single person was in sight.
He’s a prince, after all. Not even a single eunuch waiting for guard duty? That’s truly excessive.
For a fleeting moment, I felt a pang of pity for my disciple—but I forcibly swallowed that sympathy.
‘That pitiful disciple will grow up to kill many of his siblings and ascend the throne. On his coronation day, he’ll even take my life. There’s nothing to pity.’
But where is my disciple? With no one around, it’s hard to find him.
I recalled hearing something about the rear garden, so I bypassed the study I usually entered and followed the stone path.
The silence was so profound that the sound of my footsteps on the stones and the crunch of withered leaves echoed one after another.
‘Even the sounds are lonely.’
How long had I walked like this? Finally, I spotted my disciple.
He stood alone before a ridiculously small cluster of winter chrysanthemums, meant for flower-viewing.
This sight was utterly unlike his appearance on coronation day, when he strode down a golden path in golden dragon robes.
Come to think of it, he really is strange. I reincarnated after dying, but he—after finally ascending the throne and succeeding in his revenge—reincarnated as well.
That’s quite unfortunate… wait.
‘Right—now that I think about it, my disciple has reincarnated multiple times. Why? I reincarnated because I died, but he was alive—so why did he reincarnate? Did I kill him? But in the last life, I died while he lived, yet he still reincarnated again. Ah—could it be that he died right after me?’
Lost in this thought, I stood dazed—until I noticed my disciple’s face drawing closer.
I snapped back to my senses. This isn’t the time for daydreaming. I must focus on the present. My disciple, having noticed my arrival, was already approaching me.
“You’ve come.”
He stepped right up to me and murmured, scanning me up and down like a hunter inspecting prey.
“I thought you wouldn’t come.”
You’re the one who called me…
“Since Your Highness summoned me, of course I had to come.”
“It’s an honor to hear you thought that way.”
“Haha.”
Was that sarcasm? As he stared at me with that bookish smile, he began walking somewhere.
I followed and saw a small pavilion set with a modest table, where the winter chrysanthemums were clearly visible.
I’d been so distracted by the pitifully small pile of chrysanthemums and my disciple’s lonely stance before them that I hadn’t even noticed the table.
But truly—the chrysanthemums were meager, and the table setting was even more so. This wasn’t fit for a future emperor, nor even for an ordinary prince.
My own table setting would be more lavish than this.
Though flustered by the unexpectedly plain arrangement, I sat politely across from the prince.
Perhaps it was because I’d worn such a fluttery outfit.
When I knelt to sit, my robes didn’t spread out as neatly as they should. Proper etiquette required the fabric to be fully arranged before sitting.
Just as I began subtly smoothing my hem to the side, my disciple leaned forward slightly—and helped unfold my crumpled robes.
“!”
I stared at him wide-eyed in surprise, but he expressionlessly tidied my clothes and straightened back up.
He acted so calmly that I, startled by his gesture, looked the odd one out.
I gaped at him foolishly for a long while before finally managing to lift the corners of my mouth and offer thanks.
“Thank you, Your Highness.”
But his reply was even stranger than his action.
“Master, do you have someone you like?”
Trying to hide my embarrassment, I reached for my cup—but choked and coughed instead.
‘What did he just say?’
As I clutched my throat and looked up, my disciple remained utterly composed.
Was this just… a casual topic to start conversation? It must be. After all, I’ve had similar talks with Seon An before.
Right—the topic itself isn’t shocking. It would only be strange if my disciple and I *didn’t* have such a conversation.
Realizing this wasn’t something to overreact to, I quickly pulled out a handkerchief, dabbed my mouth, and smiled.
“Well…”
“What about this disciple?”
“!”
Male lead first thought she played hard to get, only to realize she
really disliked him
Short intro:
What she can’t stand the most is the streets full of effeminate men, especially that so-called top beauty whom she avoids at all costs.
Shen Yaoxing looks at Jiang Mingyue, who keeps approaching her with coy shyness.
Shen Yaoxing: Bro, don’t be like this, I’m really about to throw up!
She fears nothing in heaven or earth, except for him getting close to her.
*
At first he thought she was just using the trick of feigning indifference to attract his attention. Later, he learned that she truly despised him.
This dealt a heavy blow to Jiang Mingyue, and he vowed to make her, like everyone else, fall at his feet in worship!
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Synopsis:
Before transmigrating, Shen Yaoxing only wanted to find a reliable man to spend her life with. Who knew that after transmigrating, she would become a reliable woman herself…
A forced misandrist, highly skilled, and reliable female lead
vs.
An initially aloof and arrogant, later morbid, obsessed male lead
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This is truly just very frustrating why is the princess sooo infatuated girl have a back bone don’t ruin yourself for a man
How many chapters are replaced with that one about princess bomoon? Is it 3rd time already? 😭