49 Times Left, Master! (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 2
“Sister!”
I snapped out of my daze at the thunderous shout from Lin Hwa.
“Sister, answer me! Are you deliberately ignoring me?”
Her fiery temper dulled the shock of having regressed to the past by about half.
Still, I remained half-confused, but I responded as I always used to—glaring fiercely.
“I’m not ignoring you. And watch your words. Mother told you not to call me ‘sister.’ What if someone hears you?”
I wasn’t genuinely worried.
After all, even when Lin Hwa shouted like this, no one ever discovered my male disguise—not until my death.
Well, aside from the family who already knew, and perhaps the Emperor and Empress.
Still, back in this period, I always scolded Lin Hwa about this, so doing it again now felt natural enough.
Lin Hwa crossed her arms and let out a scornful snort.
“If it gets found out, so be it. What do I care? If we’re caught, it’s you who’ll be in trouble, not me.”
Having grown used to a slightly more refined Lin Hwa, seeing her revert to this unruly version made me want to flick her forehead.
I stared hard at the round back of Lin Hwa’s head, then quickly looked away.
Fighting with my younger sister the moment I regress? That won’t do.
“Anyway, consider this a warning. Sister, don’t keep butting in when I’m with Seon An. Understood?”
Lin Hwa was as annoying as ever, but from what she’d just said, I figured out how old I was now.
There was a time when Lin Hwa had a crush on Seon An, my friend, and followed him around like a puppy. This must be exactly that period.
Let me see… So that would be… about half a year after the Thirteenth Prince became my disciple. I was twenty-one then.
[This is the timeline separator]After shooing away Lin Hwa, who was squawking like a duck, I returned to my room and reflected on my relationship with the Thirteenth Prince during this period.
At twenty, I passed the imperial exams with outstanding results, becoming something of a minor sensation among my peers and officials.
Back then, deeply fascinated by travel and exotic cultures, I’d wanted to join the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
But the Emperor abruptly appointed me as the Thirteenth Prince’s tutor—despite him being only four years younger than me.
I couldn’t believe how absurd it sounded at first. Only later did I learn it was the Empress’s doing.
The Empress, who first recognized the Thirteenth Prince’s potential while others dismissed him as a fool, deliberately assigned me—a nobody with no backing, influence, or experience—as his tutor, both to humiliate the lowborn prince and to nip his potential in the bud.
Appointing a completely incompetent tutor would have been too obvious, so instead she chose me—a young scholar with decent fame from passing the exams with high honors.
They gave the excuse that “her scholarly talent and similar age to the prince would make her an exceptional tutor unlike any other,” but no one actually believed that.
In any case, this arrangement benefited neither the Thirteenth Prince nor me.
To him, my very existence was a tool of humiliation; to me, the Thirteenth Prince was a shackle binding my ankles and a thorny thicket.
Being entangled in various incidents due to being his tutor only made me despise him more.
Didn’t the Thirteenth Prince claim I’d killed him multiple times in past lives? If that were true, it was likely an exaggerated version fueled by tangled emotions.
‘Though I have no memory of that.’
I rolled the jade dice in my palm, then slammed them down on the desk with a loud thud.
Just hearing the word “kill” reignited the old resentment from when he’d fed me poison, making my stomach churn.
He claimed it was revenge, but since I had no memory of killing him, it felt utterly unjust.
Revenge? Damn it, in my last life, I suffered endlessly because the Thirteenth Prince entered the imperial succession struggle.
I had no choice. As his sole tutor, I was dragged into those hidden power struggles against my will.
And yet, the moment I won, he killed me, calling it vengeance for lives even further back!
Gritting my teeth as I recalled the sensation of poison spreading through my body, I eventually calmed myself.
It’s all in the past. No need to get angry or exhausted over it. I’ll simply repay him in kind.
If I killed him in the life before last, and he killed me in the last life, then this time, I’ll just kill him again.
I snorted, tucked the dice back into my pocket, and stood up.
My goal for this life was set: revenge. Yes. I will take revenge on the Thirteenth Prince.
Though not every detail, I roughly remembered the major events of my past life. I’ll use that knowledge.
Last time, he knew the future and manipulated everything as he pleased—so this time, I’ll do the same…
‘Wait. Hold on.’
I was about to open the door and leave, but turned back and sat down at my desk again. Damn it—I’d just remembered something crucial.
‘Did only I regress, or did my disciple regress too?’
If it’s only me, I can take revenge. I’ll just use my knowledge of the future.
But if the Thirteenth Prince also regressed, things get complicated.
According to him, he’s regressed countless times. He surely knows the future better than I do.
Plus, even if he was treated as an outcast, his status was still higher than mine.
Though hidden now, both his martial prowess and cunning intellect were astonishing.
A chill ran down my spine, and goosebumps rose on my arms.
I’ll put revenge on hold for now. First, I need to find out whether the Thirteenth Prince regressed with me or if I’m alone.
[This is the timeline separator]I checked and found that the next day happened to be his lesson day, so I washed up early in the morning, dressed neatly, and headed straight for the palace.
After showing my identification badge at the entrance, I hurried toward Hyeon An Palace in the east.
But halfway there, I suddenly realized my mistake and changed direction.
Foolish! At this time, the Thirteenth Prince resides in Wol Mu Palace. Hyeon An Palace was where he stayed just before becoming emperor—so right now, it belongs to someone else.
As I walked briskly, the contrast between the Thirteenth Prince as emperor and as he is now made me shake my head involuntarily.
The Thirteenth Prince, who once lived in Wol Mu Palace—the farthest from Yang Yeong Palace where the emperor resided—gradually made his way to the heart of the palace through his own efforts…
If only he hadn’t killed me, I would have sincerely admired him as a truly remarkable prince. What a pity.
Soon enough, I arrived at the entrance of Wol Mu Palace.
Unlike other palaces, no guards stood at its gate.
I stepped over the threshold without announcing myself to anyone.
‘If my disciple really did regress too, seeing this state of his palace must sting.’
I only sensed another presence after passing through the overgrown, poorly maintained courtyard.
“Yo Dae In. You’re here.”
It was Gi Yang, my disciple’s handmaiden.
If I recall correctly, she’ll be caught spying and executed.
‘It feels strange meeting someone who will die in the future. Did my disciple feel this way too when he first regressed?’
“Dae In?”
Gi Yang blushed and called out to me when she noticed me staring.
Even without my disguise, I was strikingly beautiful—but disguised as a man, I was so handsome I’d fall for myself in the mirror. That must be why she blushed.
But I must be careful. Though popular in this male guise, it’s troublesome. If some noble lady takes a liking to me and her family sends a marriage proposal, it’ll be a disaster.
That’s why, in my last life, I deliberately acted like a lecher—so that any respectable family would think, “There’s no way I’d let my daughter marry that scoundrel!”
I’ll have to do the same this life, won’t I?
“Oh dear. Forgive my rudeness, Lady Gi. Seeing you makes my mind go blank. You’re dazzling every time I look at you.”
“Dae In, you’re always jesting.”
“Perhaps it’s you who makes my heart light.”
Gi Yang gave a small laugh and called out loudly toward the room where her master stayed.
“Your Highness Thirteenth Prince, Yo Dae In has arrived.”
After nodding to her, I stepped into the room I used to visit daily.
Pushing open the door and parting the thick curtain, I saw my disciple just rising from his desk.
Not the dignified, imposing figure I saw before my death—but a youthful, fresh-faced beauty, still only seventeen.
“Master.”
Yet his voice remained unchanged from past to present. As always, he greeted me warmly upon seeing me.
“You’re early.”
The moment I heard that voice, my once-bold heart instantly shrank.
My fingertips trembled involuntarily as the memory of him handing me that poisoned bowl replayed over and over.
‘No. I can’t be scared already. First, I need to confirm whether my disciple regressed. If he did… I must be extra careful. He mustn’t know I’ve regressed.’
I pretended to clasp my hands behind my back, forcing a smile onto my lips.
“The weather is nice.”
“Yes. It is a fine day.”
His voice was exactly the same as when he whispered to me right before I died—it sent chills down my spine. The terror of that final moment came rushing back vividly.
Afraid my lips might tremble too, I quickly walked forward.
Though a master outranks a disciple, since he was of imperial blood, we used two identical desks facing each other during lessons.
I went to my desk, bent over as if checking the drawer, hiding my face.
While rummaging through the desk, I barely managed to steady my breathing.
Don’t act foolishly. Be sharp, Yo Yohwa. You don’t even know yet if the Thirteenth Prince is still an innocent seventeen-year-old or a cunning serpent who’s regressed many times.
‘Let it be the former.’
As I silently prayed, a scraping sound came from across the room. Though not right beside me, the sound still made goosebumps rise.
I pulled something randomly from the drawer, placed it on the desk, and looked up at him with as much composure as I could muster.
The scraping had been the sound of my disciple pulling out his chair.
He smiled at me and sat down, and I took my seat as well.
Then, a new crisis struck. Now that we were seated facing each other, I couldn’t recall at all what I used to teach during this period.
No matter how brilliant I was, I couldn’t possibly remember every single daily routine.
But… setting that aside—why was my disciple acting like this? Just like me, he only stared at me intently without opening a book.
Puzzled, I kept staring blankly until he tilted his head and asked,
“Where shall today’s lesson begin, Master?”
The moment I heard that question, I understood. That brat regressed too! I’m not the only one!
It was certain. Just as I couldn’t recall where the lesson should resume after suddenly regressing to the past, he’d forgotten where to pick up his studies.
Even if he’d regressed many times and knew more about the past than I did, he couldn’t possibly remember every detail of the lesson progression.
Realizing this sent a chill down my spine.
Revenge? Taking revenge for him killing me? Absolutely impossible. What good is my knowledge of the future when he knows even more?
And his desire for vengeance must be far greater than mine—he’s been killed multiple times, while I’ve only died once.
“Master?”
As I struggled to calm my racing heart, my disciple narrowed his eyes slightly and called out to me.
I barely managed to speak.
“Today’s lesson… will start from where we left off last time.”
For the first time, a hint of awkwardness flickered across my disciple’s kindly smiling face.
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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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? 😭