I Became the Regretful Male Lead's Sister (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 3
“I’m sorry, but His Imperial Highness the Crown Prince said he has urgent matters and won’t be able to attend today, my lady.”
Cassian spoke, fixing me with a disapproving gaze.
“Oh, really?”
In the original story, Teresa was definitely supposed to meet Nathaniel.
Then why didn’t he show up?
“So Princess Anais will be attending in his place today.”
“What a shame. I was really hoping to meet His Imperial Highness—the Crown Prince’s beauty is legendary, after all.”
“My lady, don’t focus so much on appearances when judging people. Lord Maximilian of House Winters is also exceptionally handsome, yet he can’t even properly take care of his own fiancée, can he?”
Though it was a blunt jab at Maximilian, every word was true. I listened to her calmly, but Teresa seemed visibly distressed.
Maybe she was worried we’d cause a scene, knowing we both shared the same fiery temperament.
Don’t worry, Teresa. I already know our brother is trash.
Cassian, who had been harshly criticizing him, suddenly fell silent and glared fiercely at something in the distance.
Moreover, the atmosphere in the room felt rather strange.
It was as if… we were right in the middle of love and war?
Anxiously, I turned to see where her gaze was fixed.
There stood our trash—Maximilian.
Escorting Princess Anais.
‘What on earth is that lunatic causing a fuss about?’
For some reason, Maximilian was wearing a ribbon matching Anais’s pale green dress, making them look exactly like a couple.
My head spun. Everyone around us was watching us intently, clearly curious about how this situation would unfold.
I took Teresa’s hand and approached Maximilian. The princess looked slightly flustered.
“It’s an honor to meet you, Your Imperial Highness Princess Anais.”
“Mm… Pleased to meet you, my lady.”
As the princess stammered through her greeting, Teresa, half-dazed, offered her own curtsey.
Fortunately, realizing she’d acted rather shamefully, the princess excused herself to greet Cassian and quickly slipped away.
“Brother, didn’t you say you wouldn’t attend this gathering today?”
“Ah… I considered it, but…”
Trailing off, Maximilian glanced briefly at Teresa, who kept her head lowered and said nothing.
“I merely met Her Imperial Highness Princess Anais just outside and entered together—that’s all.”
Teresa lifted her head and forced a smile.
It wasn’t the bright, happy smile from moments ago—it looked painfully artificial.
Apparently, Maximilian wasn’t completely blind; he tried hard to cheer her up.
“It’s past lunchtime—have you eaten?”
“Yes.”
But her reply was icy. Surprised by her unusual coldness, Maximilian quickly shut his mouth with an irritated expression.
“Sister, I’ll be with Lady Velicia for a moment—I have something important to discuss with Brother.”
At my words, Teresa returned to Cassian, who stood some distance away. Once Teresa and Cassian had fully disappeared inside, I dragged Maximilian toward the garden.
As soon as we reached a suitably secluded spot, I finally let out the frustration I’d been holding in.
“Is that head of yours just for decoration?”
“What?”
“What kind of lunatic walks into a banquet—where his fiancée is present—holding another woman’s hand?”
“I already told you earlier—I have no relationship with Her Imperial Highness!”
I quietly closed my eyes.
God above, is this oblivious fool really the male lead?
“That’s your opinion. Everyone else will assume you’re having an affair with Her Imperial Highness!”
“Misunderstandings can be corrected.”
“Do you really think correcting it stops rumors from spreading? People are already gossiping that things between you and Sister Teresa are falling apart!”
Maximilian fell silent at my words. He wasn’t unaware of those rumors.
But he’d probably never cared much about them.
After all, it was always Teresa—poor and undeserving, yet engaged to a duke’s heir—who bore the brunt of that slander.
“Do you even realize? If Sister Teresa meets a kinder, better man than you, she might just call off the engagement.”
“Ha! In this empire, what bold fool would dare lay a hand on the Winters duke’s fiancée?”
“His Imperial Highness the Crown Prince exists, doesn’t he? Last time we spoke, Sister Teresa seemed quite familiar with him—and even showed signs of interest.”
I’d never actually had that conversation, but it was necessary to shatter his baseless confidence.
It worked—his blue eyes flickered uneasily.
“Behave yourself, Brother. If you keep acting like this, Sister Teresa will grow tired of you soon enough.”
“Teresa would never do that.”
He said it, yet his expression was uneasy. Right—just like in the original story.
He’d always been absolutely convinced Teresa would never abandon him. Yet he never understood the suffering she endured because of him.
Not even when Teresa finally surrendered to power and malicious rumors and asked for the engagement to be broken.
“If something like this happens again, I’ll go straight to Father myself and ask him to annul the engagement—this is clearly driving a wedge between House Menisil and us.”
He hung his head deeply and said nothing.
Maximilian seemed to realize I was serious.
I lightly stepped on his foot with my heel and walked away.
Not wanting to return to the banquet just yet, I sat down on a bench beside a small pond.
“You’re providing quite the entertaining spectacle, my lady.”
I looked up at the sudden, melodious voice. Standing there was a handsome man, his mouth partially covered, watching me with clear amusement.
If there was one defining trait of the Crown Prince—it was those crimson eyes, paired with black hair, so unearthly they didn’t seem of this world.
Only those in the imperial bloodline who inherited the dragon’s blood most strongly possessed such eyes.
Legend claimed the empire’s founding emperor was a dragon who received divine revelation.
In truth, hardly anyone believed that tale outright.
It was like a fairy tale about a king hatching from an egg.
At least, that was true—until Nathaniel was born.
The empire went wild over his uncanny resemblance to the first emperor.
And once his transcendent power became known, Nathaniel’s popularity soared to unimaginable heights.
‘Still… he really is handsome.’
Living daily alongside the empire’s most beautiful faces had raised my standards extremely high.
Yet even to me, Nathaniel looked genuinely stunning.
His unsettling crimson eyes, paired with pale skin, gave off a distinctly decadent aura.
He was a different kind of beauty altogether from the radiant Maximilian.
“Why are you staring so openly?”
“Huh? Oh—it’s just that you’re incredibly handsome…”
Perhaps it was his imposing presence—I reflexively flattered him, praising his looks.
In the original story, the Crown Prince suffered greatly because of his beauty. Since childhood, he’d endured kidnappings and subtle harassment; as he grew older, his uncanny resemblance to the first emperor—who was said to be a dragon polymorphed into human form—made him an object of fear.
‘I shouldn’t have complimented his looks.’
My mouth always causes trouble. After bashing Maximilian so much, my filter must’ve broken—I blurted out words without thinking.
“You really are amusing, my lady.”
“Hahaha. Thank you for the compliment.”
“To interpret that as a compliment… now I’m curious what’s inside your head.”
His eerie smile made it seem like he might split my skull open right then and there. But I couldn’t back down now.
After all, the Crown Prince rarely appeared in society.
“I heard you weren’t attending today—what brings you here?”
“I didn’t want annoying people like ducal fiancées clinging to me.”
“Oh…! You misunderstand! Sister Teresa isn’t like that at all!”
“So you lied to the young lord, claiming Lady Menisil was interested in me—is that it?”
Nathaniel’s eyes gleamed menacingly. Abandoning my earlier boldness, I clasped my hands together respectfully and began explaining.
“I merely borrowed the esteemed authority of Your Imperial Highness to awaken my trash of a brother. I can assure you Lady Menisil acted without the slightest selfish motive.”
I couldn’t afford a bad first impression—he hadn’t even met her yet. Truthfully, I didn’t know exactly how Nathaniel had fallen for Teresa.
But seeing Teresa herself, I could guess why. Even in a noble society overflowing with schemes, Teresa remained genuinely pure.
People around her were divided—some wanted to protect her, while others scorned her as naive and tried to tear her down.
And Nathaniel was likely among the former.
‘So if they just meet, things will work out somehow.’
It might be baseless confidence, but that’s how compelling Teresa was as a heroine.
Yes—this is my chance.
Maybe I could help them meet, just like in the original story.
“If you’re suspicious, I could introduce her to you myself!”
“It’s not that suspicious.”
“But still, meeting her once wouldn’t hurt…”
It’d be troublesome if he showed no interest.
Seeing my flustered expression, Nathaniel burst into loud laughter, looking as if he’d just discovered something amusing.
“So you’re that opposed to Lady Menisil becoming a duchess?”
“Her path would clearly be full of hardship. You saw for yourself just now—my brother’s mental capacity is that pitiful.”
“For Lady Menisil’s sake, then.”
“Are you suspicious?”
“Given the rumors I’ve heard, of course I’m suspicious—aren’t you?”
It was true—society was rife with gossip about the dreadful treatment endured by brides entering House Winters (and admittedly, I was partly to blame for that).
But that was all in the past!
“Things are different now. Sister Teresa is a good person, and I truly hope she marries someone like Your Imperial Highness and lives happily.”
“So you think I should be the one responsible for that happy marriage? What do you even know about me to say such things?”
“If I’ve offended you, I apologize. But at least I know Your Imperial Highness is far superior to my brother, whose head is clearly just for decoration.”
Nathaniel, still smiling, seemed to find everything I said endlessly entertaining. He rose lightly from his seat.
“Then perhaps I’ll meet this ‘good person’ you speak of, as you suggest.”
Relieved that he seemed interested, I grew slightly excited and eagerly listed Teresa’s virtues.
How beautiful she was, how endearing.
Though her taste in men was clearly stuck to the soles of her feet, Teresa was truly a wonderful person.
In a noble society as brutal as war, Teresa treated others with genuine sincerity. Not everyone appreciated her honesty, yet many quietly admired her for it.
With the fervor of a merchant selling medicine, I passionately argued how perfectly suited they’d be for each other.
“So please, just talk to her once. In a country I know, there’s a discipline that determines compatibility just by looking at faces—and according to it, you two are an absolutely perfect match.”
“Perfect match?”
“Well…”
As I opened the terrace door and stepped back into the banquet hall, the atmosphere was tense—and at its center stood Maximilian and Teresa.
“Oh…”
Judging by Maximilian covering one cheek, it looked as if Teresa had slapped him.
Wait—already?
“How dare you question my fidelity?”
“Teresa, I…”
“I don’t want to hear it.”
Teresa turned away, tears streaming down her face as she ran out—just like a scene from a tragic film.
What on earth is going on?
I immediately rushed to Maximilian.
“What did you do to make Sister Teresa act like that?”
“…”
“Say something, you brainless idiot!”
Grabbing him by the collar, I shook the large Maximilian violently. Then Cassian appeared beside us.
“From now on, House Winters will no longer be invited to our gatherings. Please leave.”
“W-wait! Let me just explain what happened…!”
“Leave. Throw them out!”
Male lead says he’s pregnant — and it’s female lead’s child
Something seems a bit off about this world.
Wang Zhao thought as she watched a pregnant man walking towards her…
Intro
Female lead finds herself in a world where the men who possess the ability to bear children.
As she navigates this unfamiliar reality, she is caught off guard by the sudden appearance of her boyfriend, who reveals that he is pregnant.
Is this truly her boyfriend?
Why can’t she recall any details about their time together?
She begins to doubt whether the child her boyfriend is carrying is even hers.
Is there a hidden reason behind her amnesia, or could it be a side effect of her sudden arrival in this strange new world?
Just when it seems the protagonist’s life couldn’t become any more entangled, her ex-boyfriend makes an unexpected appearance, raising questions about the protagonist’s past.
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Teresa, with your beauty and intelligence, you can find someone better than Max. Make Max regret it. I support you (≧▽≦)
Teresa, the place for garbage is the trash can. Don’t upset yourself over a man who doesn’t love you or value you.
max, don’t use your head as an ornament.
be a little ashamed.