A Different Husband Every Night (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 2
It was a journey that took a staggering three months. If they’d just given me a decent horse and carriage, it wouldn’t have dragged on this long!
‘I should’ve realized it when they specifically emphasized “two months”!’
With only two scrawny, feeble horses and a creaky wooden carriage fitted with rotten wheels—so ancient it was a miracle they moved at all—I barely managed to cover the long distance.
Without even packing my own belongings, I’d been crammed into that carriage, and after three months of travel, I finally set foot on foreign soil—the land of the Leonharta Empire.
Normally, the proper protocol would’ve been to head straight to the prepared guest quarters, unpack, rest off the accumulated exhaustion, and then go see the Emperor.
But I skipped all that entirely and went straight to the Imperial Palace—specifically, to the main palace where the Emperor resided.
‘Anyway, everyone just gets rejected and sent back anyway.’
I’d heard that numerous noble ladies and foreign princesses had come as candidates for Empress—but every single one was turned away within minutes.
So I figured my fate would be no different. There was no point in bothering to unpack or rest.
‘Let’s just get rejected quickly.’
And then run away.
That was the serious conclusion I’d come to during the entire journey here.
I’d decided to run away from that miserable Lupeon Kingdom.
Especially since there weren’t even any cushions in the carriage—my lower back felt like it was snapping in half, and every time my shoulders cramped up, my resolve only strengthened.
Until now, I’d somehow endured being hit and insulted. …Well, actually, I hadn’t really endured it—I always paid them back in kind.
The only reason I hadn’t fled the kingdom before was that, despite how terribly my family treated me, I knew I could handle it.
But selling me off to someone else crossed a line.
‘Especially to that tyrannical man, rumored to be the worst kind of scum?’
If this marriage arrangement failed and I got sent back, they’d surely sell me off again soon—to some even more bizarre man, no doubt.
Running away once wasn’t hard. Doing it a second time wouldn’t be either. But next time, there’d definitely be no chance of rejection—or escape.
‘Absolutely not! I’d rather live my whole life as a fugitive in hiding!’
If I fled in a foreign land, news would reach them late, and they couldn’t just send soldiers willy-nilly into unfamiliar territory—so it actually worked out perfectly.
I thumped my stiff lower back with my fist and surveyed the grand Imperial Palace stretching out before me.
‘Wow… it’s incomparably vast compared to the kingdom’s tiny patch of land.’
With so much space here, if I hid well within the empire, the king would never find me. Seeing the palace—so majestic it sent shivers down my spine—filled me with courage.
‘Perfect. Let’s get rejected quickly!’
It was a flawless, brilliant plan—guaranteed success, no matter who devised it. Feeling proud of myself, I hummed a little tune.
Just then, from somewhere nearby, I suddenly heard sharp, precise footsteps—as if someone were marching off to war.
The ground trembled so intensely it sent chills down my spine. Startled, I whipped my head around to find the source of the sound.
And there, in the distance, someone approached, leading a large entourage straight toward me.
‘That person…’
Though I’d never seen his face before, just his silhouette from afar was enough to guess his identity.
‘The Emperor.’
Who else in this place could radiate such overwhelming pressure and make my hairs stand on end—just from locking eyes across this long distance—other than the Emperor?
The wind blowing straight toward me carried the shadowy scent of death.
The Emperor recorded in history as the worst tyrant the Great Empire had ever seen.
Levanfel von Leonharta.
The very man I needed to be rejected by.
His golden eyes, glittering like a beast’s in the darkness, were fixed on me with terrifying intensity.
Slowly, I lowered my gaze and respectfully averted my eyes.
‘Why did he come out? Did he hear I’d arrived? Could he be here to reject me outright?’
Well, fine. I hadn’t planned on dragging this out anyway—quick was better.
The moment he told me to leave or showed any sign of displeasure, I’d immediately bolt.
The Emperor of the Empire, Levanfel, flanked by numerous guards and attendants, came to a firm stop directly in front of me.
His gaze, as sharp as a honed blade, pierced straight through me.
“Are you the princess of the Lupeon Kingdom?”
His voice rumbled lowly, like a haunting melody played on an instrument.
“I greet His Imperial Majesty, Emperor of Leonharta. I am Teriella Lupeon, Princess of the Lupeon Kingdom.”
“Raise your face.”
His arrogant command cut in before my greeting even finished.
Of course, I had no right to refuse. As I slowly lifted my head, our gazes tangled like knotted threads.
“……!”
At that moment, a flicker of light sparked in those dull, indifferent golden eyes.
‘Huh? What’s that?’
Before my confusion could fade, Levanfel took one step closer. Obsession burned inexplicably in his golden eyes as he stood right before me.
“Could you possibly be…?”
His face lit up with sudden joy—as if a beast, long parched by unbearable thirst, had finally found its escape.
“Yes?”
Levanfel scrutinized me closely, then bit down hard on his own lips. Crimson blood quickly beaded on his plump mouth.
Ignoring my shock, he seized my wrist tightly and yanked me toward him.
“Ah!”
In an instant, we were so close our noses nearly touched. Resistance was futile. Our breaths twisted together like entangled vines.
I forgot to lower my gaze, staring at Levanfel with wide, startled eyes. His eyes trembled slightly, then shivered.
“……I’ve finally found you.”
His heavy mutter jolted me back to my senses—as if I’d just snapped out of a trance.
But it was already too late.
Levanfel tilted one corner of his mouth into a crooked smirk and loudly declared:
“Jaerim. Announce to everyone—the Empress has been found.”
……Huh? Did I just hear that right?
“Princess.”
“……Yes?”
“Marry me.”
Up close, the Emperor’s face was undeniably breathtaking. My heart, usually unmoved by mere looks, pounded wildly out of my control.
Right. So that must mean…
‘I must’ve hallucinated because I got enchanted by his looks.’
It was a reasonable assumption—after all, I’d clearly heard he’d rejected every other noble lady and princess with ruthless, icy coldness!
So I, too, was supposed to be rejected just as harshly and coldly, then sent back home. There was no reason I’d be special.
Exactly! That’s how it should be!
“Your Majesty.”
Masking my inner turmoil with a faint smile, I swept my hair back. My ears had been covered—so clearly, I’d just misheard.
“I must’ve heard something incorrectly. My apologies, but could you please repeat what you just said…?”
“Marry me, Princess.”
“You really just told me to go back, right…? Wait, what?”
Again, those impossible words rang in my ears. No matter how hard I denied it, the word “marry” stubbornly lodged itself in my hearing.
‘No. Why does that word keep sticking in my ears?’
I shook my head vigorously, trying to dislodge the word. Please, word—don’t enter my ears!
Hoping against hope, I asked again.
“……I must’ve gone deaf. The long journey must’ve damaged my hearing. I probably should’ve seen a physician first.… So, just now—you told me to go back, right?”
“Princess, do I need to say it three times before you understand?”
I was utterly bewildered. Judging by his reaction, I hadn’t misheard after all.
“Seriously?”
“What?”
“You really want to marry me?”
“Good to know your hearing’s fine.”
I had so much to say—but my words choked in my throat. I couldn’t even begin to figure out where to start.
‘Why? Suddenly? With me? Asking to marry me? Marry me?!’
Could this be a dream? Maybe I was still riding in that carriage on the way to the Leonharta Empire, and this exhausting journey had made me hallucinate?
I pinched my wrist subtly. Ouch. But it hurt—so it wasn’t a dream!
……Which made it even worse!
‘Is he insane?! Asking to marry me? Why on earth?!’
I shot Levanfel every silent signal I could with my eyes—substituting words I couldn’t possibly say aloud. Oblivious, Levanfel turned to his counselor behind him with a relieved expression.
“Jaerim. Since the Empress has been chosen, set the wedding date.”
“Yes, Your Majesty. Shall I pick the earliest available date?”
“Nonsense.”
“Yes?”
“Summon the Grand Priest and choose the most auspicious date. We can’t haphazardly pick any random day to welcome the Princess as Empress of the Empire.”
“Yes, understood.”
“……But don’t set it too far in the future, either.”
“That sounds like an order to bring both hot and cold water.”
“Just pick a good date—quickly.”
“I’ll set it for the earliest possible good date, then. It seems you favor early dates as good ones.”
“……Draw up the guest list and report to me. Also, send a letter to the Lupeon Kingdom.”
His striking, flamboyant features kept moving—but I couldn’t understand a word he was saying.
[“With violence, alcohol dependence, and now lechery on top of it all—he deserves to be called the worst man on the continent.”]Suddenly, the words I’d said to the king before coming here flashed through my mind.
‘No!’
I had to fix this before things got even worse.
I hadn’t come here to marry—I’d come here to get rejected!
“Your Majesty! I didn’t come here to marry…!”
My words—“I have no intention to marry!”—were cut off by Levanfel’s sharp gaze.
He reacted with uncanny sensitivity, as if he already knew exactly what I’d say.
“Princess. You came here as a candidate for Empress, didn’t you?”
……Ah, right.
I’d momentarily forgotten—I’d been sold off by the kingdom as a candidate for Empress.
Coming all this way under the pretense of marriage, only to refuse when he actually proposed—it made me look like I was mocking him.
‘This is basically begging to be killed!’
I bit my lips tightly and looked up at the clear blue sky. It was such a beautiful day—I’d die feeling cheated.
Seeing no response from me, Levanfel resumed his conversation with Jaerim.
“Where was the Princess assigned to stay?”
“In the southern auxiliary guesthouse, owned by the Imperial Household.”
“We can’t possibly house the future Empress in some ordinary guesthouse. Change the location, Jaerim.”
“Should I move her to the main palace?”
I heard “main palace” amid my despair. When I turned my head in horror, the grand main palace—so magnificent it bordered on intimidating—filled my vision.
‘That’s… where the Emperor lives.’
Somehow, this situation kept escalating.
“Until a proper bedroom is prepared, have the Princess stay in the main palace’s guest suite.”
“I’ll make the arrangements.”
The guest suite in the main palace—reserved only for the Emperor’s family, and even then, only under exceptional circumstances. …For me?
“You seem not to have unpacked yet. Dare I ask—did you come straight here without resting, just to see me?”
The first part was right, but the second part wasn’t.
Levanfel swept a displeased glance over my shabby carriage and the baggage-laden cart behind it. His attendants, startled as if scolded, suddenly sprang into synchronized action.
My meager belongings were swiftly carried in a line straight into the main palace.
‘If I’d known this would happen, I should’ve at least unpacked first. At least I’d have bought some time.’
At this rate, I’d end up being led into the main palace by attendants just like my luggage.
Gathering my scattered wits, I stood directly facing Levanfel.
“Your Majesty! Truthfully, I only came because the King commanded me—I had no choice…!”
At my words, Levanfel—who’d been frowning and looking elsewhere—met my eyes.
‘Why are his eyes like that…?’
But unlike before, a cold lethality now glowed in his pupils. His unfocused gaze seemed oddly unhinged—terrifying.
“That.”
Levanfel’s long finger pointed sharply at my shabby carriage.
“Don’t tell me… that wasn’t just a baggage cart—you actually rode in that thing yourself?”
Behind Levanfel, I could almost see the Grim Reaper!
‘He’s gone mad! So scary!’
My lips trembled so violently from fear they stuck together and wouldn’t part. When no answer came to his question, Levanfel frowned and summoned his ever-vigilant counselor.
“Jaerim.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“Has the Lupeon Kingdom’s financial situation worsened recently?”
“……Not that I’ve heard, Your Majesty. However, Princess…”
The counselor, brushing aside Levanfel’s question, tilted his head as if puzzled, scribbling notes with his quill.
“Most of your belongings appear quite old and… rather difficult to use. Did you perhaps mistake items meant for disposal as luggage?”
So that’s what the counselor had been inspecting all along—my baggage.
‘You idiots from the kingdom! If you were going to send me to the empire, you should’ve at least packed decent items to save face!’
Did they really not consider that sending such a subpar candidate might anger the empire? What absolute nuisances to the very end!
I anxiously wondered if I’d get caught in the fallout from the Lupeon royal family’s stupidity.
The moment Jaerim finished speaking, Levanfel’s eyes flashed dangerously. Sensing something off, he alternated his gaze between my shabby carriage and worn-out luggage.
Whatever he was thinking, his expression grew steadily colder—so icy it sent a chill through me, as if a freezing north wind had swept past. Staying here any longer felt like a death sentence.
Declaring I wouldn’t marry him right now, with that look on his face, would be like begging him to kill me.
Forcing my frozen lips apart, I feigned calm composure. I wasn’t the type to panic over things like this.
“W-w-w-w-w-where’s the, uh… g-guest suite?”
A tactical retreat to enable a future advance.
……Seriously.
My belongings were sent straight to the incinerator where they belonged, replaced by expensive, high-quality items.
The moment I entered the guest suite, maids swarmed me, insisting on helping me relieve my travel weariness.
They bathed me in warm water, fed me sumptuous prepared meals to satisfy my hunger, dressed me in silk gowns, laid me on a plush bed, and massaged fragrant oils into my exhausted body.
It was luxury I’d never experienced in the kingdom.
‘That’s why… that’s why… just go to sleep!’
These people were terrifying. If secretly deployed among enemy troops during war, they’d pacify everyone effortlessly!
When I opened my eyes again, it was nighttime beneath a dazzling moon.
‘The life of a future Empress… is truly amazing.’
I nearly wavered for a moment—but I had to snap out of it. As much as I hated to reject such luxury myself, I absolutely couldn’t marry a tyrant.
Even if he didn’t kill me right away, “marriage” meant spending the rest of my life with him.
No matter how pleasant things seemed now, he might change his mind years later and decide to kill me—I had to be cautious.
‘Mother always said to choose and choose again until finding a good man to marry. She also said that no matter how carefully you choose, marriage will inevitably bring disappointments.’
I still didn’t understand why he suddenly proposed to me, but I had to clear up this misunderstanding and escape safely.
Just as I resolved to flee, an unfamiliar voice interrupted like an uninvited guest.
“What could you possibly be thinking, with such a grave expression?”
I turned to see Levanfel leaning casually against the doorframe.
“Surely you’re not thinking of running away?”
Damn.
I tilted my head, feigning innocence as if I didn’t understand. Levanfel’s lips curled slowly into a faint smile as he walked toward me with an eerie expression.
Stopping before the table, he lightly flicked the pendulum of a gently swaying clock with his finger.
“It wouldn’t be good if you ran away.”
Was he threatening me using the Lupeon Kingdom as leverage? Unfortunately for him, that threat meant nothing to me.
Whatever happened to the kingdom because of my escape wasn’t my concern. They should’ve expected consequences like this when they sold me off.
“Looking at the carriage you arrived in, your luggage, and the dress you wore… it doesn’t seem like you have any lingering attachment to your family or kingdom.”
Ah. I’d been caught.
Levanfel had instantly grasped my exact situation.
“For the record, it’s not the Lupeon Kingdom’s future at stake—but your own future, Princess.”
He gripped the swaying pendulum and forcibly stilled it, locking eyes with me. For a moment, I felt as if time itself had frozen.
Clouds drifted over the moon, casting Levanfel’s figure into shadow. Simultaneously, a gentle yet icy voice settled softly onto my shoulder.
“The moment it becomes known that you possess divine power, things will get troublesome for you. Are you sure that’s alright?”
“……!”
I froze completely in place, forgetting even to breathe.
In those golden eyes glittering from the darkness, there was no doubt—only certainty.
“The birth of a Saintess after hundreds of years? Neither the Temple nor the continent will let that pass unnoticed.”
‘How on earth did he find out?’
The reason I’d remained unscathed despite all the abuse in the Lupeon Kingdom.
Why I’d emerged unharmed even when tumbling down stairs with my older sister, when my brother kicked a chair that shattered violently, or when my younger sister recklessly swung her riding crop.
Though I’d felt pain, I’d never borne a single wound—the reason I remained untouched by even minor injuries.
It was because I was the Saintess blessed with divine power.
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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