Please Break Up with Me, I Beg! (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 3
“Princess Litania, it would be best to let your hair fall naturally.”
“Oh… Do you think so? Please go ahead.”
Snow seated Litania on a chair and busily moved his hands, then clapped once, signaling he was finished in no time at all.
“It’s done, Princess Litania!”
“…Wow.”
Litania gazed at her reflection in the mirror and couldn’t help but marvel anew.
Her wavy brown hair, which she’d always thought plain, now bore elegant curls that gave it volume and softness.
The light green dress, designed to wrap around her neck, featured delicate pleats that concealed her slender shoulders, while floral lace at the bodice added a sophisticated touch instead of making her look dull.
Beneath white lace draping her delicate shoulders, the green sleeves—gathered into abundant pleats—fluttered with every movement of her arms, resembling flower petals or leaves.
Below her narrow waist, the full skirt was made of glossy green satin, layered over with sheer white lace that brightened the hue and lent the whole outfit a gentle, warm impression.
‘I never styled myself like this before, so I had no idea.’
The combination of her dark brown hair and the light green dress made her feel like a woodland nymph, surprising even herself.
“Snow, how do I look?”
“You look perfectly ready to welcome the finest spring, Princess Litania!”
“Haha. Thank you.”
At this point, even if she couldn’t win over the male lead, surely she could catch the eye of a supporting character and escape her fate from the original story?
Brimming with hope, Litania left the Northern Pavilion and headed toward the ballroom.
[This is the timeline separator]Not long after the floral cart signaling the start of the Spring Festival departed from the Imperial Palace, a light drizzle began to fall. Litania walked along the corridor leading to the Crystal Palace—where the ball was being held—with a slightly conflicted expression.
‘I heard the floral cart departs from the palace, circles the capital once, and returns. At this rate, by the time it comes back, everything will be soaked through and all the flowers wilted.’
Since the Spring Festival was such a grand event, most provincial nobles were said to attend the ball as well. Seeing the foul weather right from the start, however, gave her a bad feeling about the evening.
‘No, I shouldn’t dwell on pointless worries. If I miss this ball, I might not get another chance for who knows how long.’
She couldn’t spend her whole life cooped up in a corner of the palace as a neglected princess. Hoping to forge new connections, Litania made her way toward the ballroom.
“Oh! Your Highness—the, ah! I—!”
The steward on duty looked visibly flustered. Though he’d been informed that Princess Litania would attend the Spring Ball, she’d never stepped outside the pavilion before, so he didn’t recognize her face.
Had he shown such behavior toward any other prince or princess, he would have faced immediate reprimand—but Litania, regrettably, held no such authority. Nevertheless, she stood her ground and confidently made her request.
“I was told princesses are provided a waiting room to rest in until the ball begins. Please show me to mine.”
“Y-Yes, of course!”
Still awkward and clearly flustered, the steward guided her—after all, neglected or not, she was still a princess, and her words couldn’t simply be ignored.
“Your Highness, this waiting room—oh!”
“Oh dear?”
The waiting room the steward had led her to already had an occupant.
“H-Her Highness Princess Herna!”
The steward bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle toward a woman holding a fan.
‘Princess Herna.’
From what Litania had discreetly gathered from Snow, Princess Herna was her age.
Though there likely wasn’t any sibling affection between them, a simple greeting wouldn’t hurt. Litania stood straight, careful not to appear servile, lowered her eyes respectfully, and gave a polite bow.
“It’s our first time meeting like this. I’m pleased to make your acquaintance, Princess Herna. I’m Litania.”
“I see. This is the first time I’ve seen your face.”
Her words were curt.
“Come to think of it, I did hear you’d be attending the Spring Ball. Did you come here specifically to greet me?”
“I simply came to find the waiting room assigned to princesses—it’s still some time before the ball starts.”
“So you didn’t notice I was already resting here?”
She clearly didn’t want to share the room.
Herna gave a faint smile and shifted her gaze toward the steward. Realizing her intent a beat too late, the steward hastily bowed again.
“My apologies! I’ll show you to another waiting room at once.”
He shot Litania a desperate look, urging her to leave quickly.
She’d expected their relationship to be strained—after all, Herna was the true princess, born of the Empress, while she was the ‘false’ princess, daughter of a maid.
‘No need to poke an unnecessary wound.’
Litania, not wishing to make an enemy right from the start, gave Herna a brief nod and turned to follow the steward.
From behind her, she heard Herna’s laughter.
“That dress—I threw it away.”
So Snow had borrowed the dress from another princess—and it turned out to be Herna’s.
“I tried it on once but found it dreadfully tacky, so I never touched it again. Someone begged to take it off my hands, so I gave it away as if discarding it. And that someone was you.”
“…”
“Well, I suppose it suits you perfectly.”
It was unmistakably mocking.
‘Should I just let this slide too?’
She understood Herna wouldn’t want to share a room with her—they weren’t close, nor did Herna owe her any courtesy. If stepping back a little could avoid conflict, she was more than willing.
‘But if she’s going out of her way to provoke me, that’s a different matter.’
Litania halted, turned around, and met Herna’s eyes.
“So it was you who lent me this dress.”
“Yes. It’s terribly—”
“No wonder—it fit tightly across the chest but left room for two fists at the waist. My attendant had quite a time altering it.”
In truth, Snow hadn’t struggled at all.
Smiling sweetly as she spoke, she watched Herna’s face instantly twist in irritation.
“What?”
“I’m sorry for disturbing your rest, Princess Herna. I’ll head to another waiting room now.”
Litania spun on her heel and shut the door behind her.
The door was thick, muffling any sounds from inside—but judging by Herna’s expression right before it closed, she’d clearly understood Litania’s jab and was now furious.
‘Really, couldn’t you just be a little kinder?’
She might have tolerated a bit of dismissiveness, but starting a confrontation at their very first meeting was simply too much.
“Where’s another waiting room?”
“Yes, just around that corridor.”
Following the steward’s directions, Litania turned down the hallway—and suddenly spotted someone crouched near the stairwell, groaning in distress.
“Just a moment.”
As she approached, she saw a noblewoman clutching her maid, clearly in discomfort. Her notably swollen belly suggested she was pregnant.
“Excuse me—are you all right?”
“Hah… hah…”
“My lady’s so heavy with child—she must have overexerted herself. She should’ve stayed in the lounge, but she came out to see her younger brother…”
The maid supporting her replied with a distressed look, her eyes pleading for help—likely mistaking Litania for a passing noblewoman.
“Then use my waiting room. It’s right ahead. You, help this lady into the waiting room.”
“Eh? No, that won’t do—the room is—”
The steward, who had been guiding Litania, looked visibly alarmed.
Private waiting rooms in the Crystal Palace were reserved exclusively for imperial family members.
All other guests had to wait in shared lounges—so even for a pregnant noblewoman, letting her into an imperial waiting room seemed unthinkable to him.
“I’m allowed to use my assigned waiting room as I please—what’s the problem?”
“A-Alright.”
Pressed by Litania, the steward quickly opened the door and helped the collapsed noblewoman inside.
Litania instructed the worried maid trailing behind to fetch a physician, then checked on the noblewoman’s condition.
“Are you all right? Can you speak now?”
“Thank you. But this place…?”
“It’s my waiting room. Luckily, it’s close by.”
“So you’re Her Highness the Princess.”
The noblewoman, quick to grasp the situation, immediately bowed her head.
“I’m terribly sorry for not recognizing you, Your Highness—I was so flustered…”
“It’s fine. I’m attending the ball for the first time myself, so it’s natural you wouldn’t know my face.”
“The first time? …Forgive my boldness, but may I ask your name?”
“I’m Litania.”
At the mention of her name, the noblewoman’s eyes flickered slightly—she clearly knew the name, even if the face was unfamiliar.
After all, rumors about the “false princess” were so widespread that any decent noble would know of her.
Litania swiftly changed the subject.
“Where is your husband?”
“He’s busy, so I came alone. I just wanted to briefly see my younger brother before the ball started, but then I suddenly felt dizzy…”
“Older sister!”
A tall man burst through the doorway. Judging by the silver armor he wore, he was likely a palace knight.
“I told you not to come—the birth is so near! Yet you insisted…”
“A pregnant woman isn’t an invalid. You were perfectly fine riding in the carriage!”
“Still…”
Watching the noblewoman and the knight bicker while clearly caring for each other, Litania quietly slipped out of the waiting room so as not to intrude.
‘Well then—since I’ve given away my waiting room, where am I supposed to go now?’
She’d stepped out because it felt awkward to stay in a place where she had no familiar faces—but now that she was outside, she had nowhere to go.
‘Maybe I’ll take a short stroll.’
Litania walked along the corridor, gazing at the rain-soaked garden. It had only been a light drizzle when she left the pavilion, but now dark clouds poured a steady rain.
“At least once I’m inside the ballroom, I won’t see the weather outside… Ah!”
Splash!
The returning floral cart, having completed its circuit, came to a noisy halt—splattering muddy water onto the hem of Litania’s dress.
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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That’s how noble society worked.
Of course, their society was so cruel that even if a pregnant woman miscarried in front of them, they would throw her out into the street.
Only an obsession—nothing else—could explain his mad belief that if everyone els
I understood why, when he met her, he asked if she was able to speak in the early chapters.
I wish to help this gentle, foolish princess remain unaware of the world’s filth
The worst misunderstanding. When he learns her true feelings and personality, he will definitely run away from her😂
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I hope she learns her lesson from that day and doesn’t think about entering the tower
Umm, things have gotten even more embarrassing. I don’t know what to say. (T∀T)
Their relationship has developed fairly well and smoothly, and I wouldn’t be surprised if they truly fell in love, but I’m afraid something bad might happen at the festival.