49 Times Left, Master! (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 15
The trusted attendants in the room hastily bowed or turned their heads, pretending they hadn’t just witnessed the scene.
But the Ninth Hwang Nyeo was already deeply shocked. She placed a hand on her stinging cheek, then belatedly flared up in protest.
“Mother!”
Hwang Hu firmly placed her burning hand on the cold stone bench and issued a stern command.
“Never even dream of such thoughts again.”
“Why not?”
Instead of obeying her mother right away, the Ninth Hwang Nyeo immediately retorted.
“Yo Dae In comes from an excellent family and is highly intelligent. Mother, he’s perfectly suitable as a son-in-law—why can’t I even dream of it?”
After speaking, the Ninth Hwang Nyeo’s eyes turned cold.
“Could it be… you’re planning to betroth Yo Dae In to my elder sisters?”
Hwang Hu was furious with her daughter for acting so recklessly without understanding people’s true intentions; even pressing her hand against the stone couldn’t cool her rising heat.
“Don’t talk nonsense!”
“Nonsense? Mother always gives the best things to my elder sisters, leaving only scraps for me and Weilyeo.”
Hwang Hu grew even angrier at her childish daughter’s defiance, but couldn’t bring herself to slap her cheek a second time, so she gritted her teeth and said,
“Neither your two elder sisters, nor you, nor the youngest—I have no intention of betrothing any of you to Yo Yohwa. Is that clear?”
“Why not?”
Since the Ninth Hwang Nyeo still refused to back down easily, Hwang Hu truly wanted to strike her once more.
The Sanggung quickly took out a fan and handed it to Hwang Hu.
Hwang Hu sat on a long chair, rested her arms on the table, propped up her head, and warned in a tightly controlled voice,
“Yo Yohwa is surrounded by too many scandals. Granted, as you say, her family is noble and her talents evident—but if proper marriage proposals still haven’t come her way, doesn’t that tell you something? She’s a lecher. Do you even know how many women have become entangled with her?”
“That’s… all just misunderstanding. Yo Dae In is simply kind and gentle to everyone, which is why such misunderstandings happen so often.”
“If she’s kind and gentle to everyone, then why is it only women who misunderstand her? It’s precisely because she’s overly affectionate toward women!”
“No! Mother must not know—Yo Dae In is also close to my sixth and second older brothers. And how close she is with my thirteenth younger brother! As soon as he felt unwell, he immediately called for Yo Dae In to nurse him!”
Though the Ninth Hwang Nyeo’s words in Yo Yohwa’s defense sounded forced, Hwang Hu unexpectedly showed curiosity.
“The Thirteenth Hwang Ja called for Yo Yohwa because he was unwell?”
“Yes! Exactly! He said he could only recover if Yo Dae In cared for him!”
The Ninth Hwang Nyeo quickly affirmed, then shook her head and added,
“It turned out he was even feigning illness.”
“Feigning illness?”
Seeing Hwang Hu’s growing interest, the Ninth Hwang Nyeo became excited and continued,
“Yes. A trusted eunuch of the Thirteenth Hwang Ja came to me and quietly revealed it. The Thirteenth Hwang Ja pretended to be ill just to summon Yo Dae In. It’s all because Yo Dae In is so kind, thoughtful, and good-hearted—the Thirteenth Hwang Ja saw an opening and reached out.”
A faint smile seeped into Hwang Hu’s eyes, narrowing them slightly. Yet it wasn’t because her prejudice about Yo Yohwa being a lecher had vanished, as the Ninth Hwang Nyeo had hoped.
Hwang Hu smiled because she knew Yo Yohwa was a woman. To her, the idea that the Thirteenth Hwang Ja had feigned illness just to request nursing care from Yo Yohwa was intriguing.
Was the Thirteenth Hwang Ja truly relying on Yo Yohwa as his teacher? Or… was the prince drawn to Yo Yohwa precisely because he sensed she was a woman?
[This is the timeline separator]“What do you think of what Mi Ryeo said?”
After scolding her daughter once more, Hwang Hu asked Go Sanggung as they walked back to her quarters.
Go Sanggung, who had been quietly following behind, glanced at her superior’s expression before replying,
“This humble one is too foolish to grasp Her Majesty’s intention. To me, Yo Dae In seems an exceptionally fine match for a son-in-law.”
Hwang Hu frowned.
“Didn’t I already say? She’s a lecher who indulges in women—absolutely unacceptable.”
At Hwang Hu’s sharpened tone, Go Sanggung lowered her voice slightly.
“Of course. But such habits usually correct themselves once one becomes a royal consort. Would anyone dare maintain such behavior after marriage, when their very life is at stake?”
Hwang Hu scoffed and declared firmly,
“I’ll say it again—she’s out of the question. What I asked was about Mi Ryeo’s words concerning the Thirteenth Hwang Ja.”
Go Sanggung had simply misunderstood at first. Upon hearing this, she immediately grasped the point and asked,
“Does Your Majesty still suspect the Thirteenth Hwang Ja?”
When the Thirteenth Hwang Ja was about four or five years old, Hwang Hu—though reluctant—went to check on the young prince who lacked a guardian, only to witness an unexpected sight: the little Thirteenth Hwang Ja fluently reading a book he’d never been taught.
Had she seen only that, Hwang Hu would have simply concluded he was a clever prince and left it at that—after all, though rare, such precocious children did exist.
But Hwang Hu witnessed something even more astonishing.
The day after she pressed the Thirteenth Hwang Ja about who had taught him to read, she summoned him before the Emperor and asked him to read aloud—and the boy suddenly began acting like a fool.
He abruptly pretended to be dull-witted, claiming he’d merely mimicked what his elder brothers read.
The Emperor, who had never paid much attention to the Thirteenth Hwang Ja, lost even more interest after this incident—but Hwang Hu began watching him closely, growing wary.
Later, as the Thirteenth Hwang Ja lived quietly without standing out, Hwang Hu’s wariness gradually lessened—but whenever that memory resurfaced, she still felt uneasy.
Having experienced that event alongside Hwang Hu, Go Sanggung understood her feelings and smiled.
“Please don’t worry so much, Your Majesty. Didn’t the Princess herself say it? Even the Thirteenth Hwang Ja’s trusted eunuch has betrayed his master. Why trouble yourself over a prince who can’t even command his own subordinates?”
“That’s true enough.”
Hwang Hu nodded and murmured in agreement with Go Sanggung’s words.
[This is the timeline separator]The next day.
I burrowed deep into my blankets, determined to avoid entering the palace as long as possible.
Last night, the Thirteenth Hwang Ja had feigned illness to summon me away from the banquet, where I’d been perfectly fine. I had a good guess at his motive, but since I couldn’t confront him about it, I didn’t want to see his face as if nothing had happened.
“Yo Hwa.”
But as I hesitated, my mother came herself from her quarters, opened the door, and shot me a warning look.
“You’re not really in some trouble with His Highness the Thirteenth Hwang Ja, are you? Is that why you’re still holed up here past the time you should’ve left?”
Clearly, after Lin Hwa’s tattling, Mother still suspected something between me and the Thirteenth Hwang Ja.
“Oh, no, it’s not like that!”
In the end, I had no choice but to get up, wash quickly, dress properly, and head into the palace.
Once inside, I found the Ninth Hwang Nyeo’s attention toward me so burdensome it made me shiver.
Of course, Hwang Hu knew I was a woman and would personally intervene to block the Ninth Hwang Nyeo’s interest if needed—but still…
Why do my feet move so quickly toward places I dread going? Lost in such thoughts, I suddenly realized I’d already arrived at Wolmugung.
I took a deep breath and stepped inside the palace.
But Wolmugung, usually so quiet you couldn’t tell if anyone was there, felt strangely off today.
No—it wasn’t exactly noisy. Rather, it was unnervingly silent. Normally, palace maids would greet me as I walked by, so why was there complete silence now?
Puzzled, I glanced around—and then flinched at a faint, small scream.
‘A scream?’
How often does one hear screams in a prince’s residence?
True, after the Thirteenth Hwang Ja began vying for the throne, screams echoed throughout his quarters—but it wasn’t that time yet.
I crept quietly toward the source of the sound.
But as I tiptoed forward, the screaming suddenly stopped, leaving me unsure where to go next.
I stood still for a moment, trying to recall if anything like this had happened in my past life. Nothing came to mind…
I might remember later, but I couldn’t stay here indefinitely. Hesitating, I decided to return to the study room first.
Just as I was about to enter, the Thirteenth Hwang Ja’s voice came from behind.
“Master.”
Only one person ever called me that.
I quickly turned to see my student standing with his hands clasped behind his back, dressed in plain, spotless white robes.
I bowed promptly. He approached, glanced once in the direction I’d come from, and asked,
“Why were you walking from that direction?”
It was clear he hadn’t just appeared—he’d seen me go toward where the scream had come from and return.
I hesitated instantly. Should I be honest?
If the scream meant an accident or something serious, I should speak up.
But if my student was already showing his future temperament and had locked someone in a storeroom, I’d better pretend I saw and heard nothing.
After a moment’s hesitation, I remembered this version of my student was still trying his best to stay out of trouble, so I decided to be truthful.
Besides, he’d clearly noticed I’d gone that way—lying would only seem more suspicious.
“My apologies, Your Highness. I heard a sound.”
I said this while trying my best to maintain a dignified expression.
“But the sound stopped midway, so I turned back. I couldn’t very well search your residence without permission.”
I pointed toward the study room, eager to move on to our lesson—but my student gave a strange smile, turned halfway, and said,
“I see. Then let’s go together. We must verify what you might have misheard—or whether a sound truly occurred.”
“No, that’s really unnecessary…”
But my student was already walking ahead.
“Your Highness, perhaps you could just send a eunuch to check and report back?”
I stood dumbly behind him, timidly voicing my objection—but it was useless.
In the end, I stamped my foot lightly and reluctantly followed.
After walking for a while, my student stopped exactly where I’d halted earlier and gave me a knowing, curved-eyed smile.
This brat—there’s no doubt he’d been watching me since I entered! Yet he pretended not to know!
‘Between yesterday’s feigned illness and now, what on earth is he scheming?’
But I suppressed these thoughts and put on an innocent expression as I addressed my student,
“Your Highness, I walked precisely this far earlier, but the sound cut off after that.”
“I see. Then we’ll simply check each room one by one.”
With that, he truly began opening doors without hesitation.
Surprisingly, seeing this, it didn’t seem like he was pretending ignorance after locking someone away himself.
Still, I couldn’t bring myself to help open the doors, so I watched anxiously from behind—until my student, about to open what looked like a storeroom, suddenly sighed.
“Oh dear.”
He turned to me and said,
“Master, please take a look at this.”
I didn’t want to see whatever was inside, but I had no choice but to approach.
Standing side by side with my student in the doorway, I peered in. At first, the dimness made it hard to see—but soon, the figure became clear.
It was a eunuch—my student’s own eunuch—collapsed on the floor, blood pouring steadily from his lower body.
At that sight, I was instantly reminded of dying in my student’s arms inside a locked room in my past life, and a chill ran down my spine.
I widened my eyes and looked sideways.
My student wasn’t looking at the eunuch—he was gazing down at me. When our eyes met, he gave a faint smile.
The moment I recognized that expression, I didn’t even understand why he was smiling—but the thought “I’m screwed” hit me first.
I didn’t know what was happening, but I quickly pretended my legs gave out and collapsed against him.
“Master?”
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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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? 😭