The Secret Night at Unyeon Palace (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 10
The only person who showed me such interest and listened to my words so earnestly, aside from Kim Hee Gyeom, was Prince Seongwon—this was the first time.
Though she had no idea why he was curious, she casually answered his light question.
“What I want to do most right now… is learn how to ride a horse. I’ve never ridden one before, yet sometimes in my dreams, I gallop on horseback. When I wake up, I feel a bit empty—but not unpleasant.”
“That’s hardly difficult. Just ask Hyung Nim.”
“I was just speaking offhand—it’s not like I’ve really decided to do it. Truly.”
“It doesn’t seem serious enough to refuse—shall I help you? If Hyung Nim approves, I’ll personally teach you.”
She shook her head and declined.
Given her current position, it was utterly inappropriate—and besides, learning from Prince Seongwon made no sense whatsoever to anyone who saw it.
She had no desire to stir up unnecessary trouble.
Just as she opened her mouth to firmly clarify once more, another voice cut in before hers.
“What exactly are you talking about teaching?”
The Grand Prince’s voice was icy as he stepped into the inner quarters. His gaze was piercingly cold.
A chill wind seemed to blow across the Grand Prince’s face.
She stepped down from the daecheong and moved aside.
“Hyung Nim, are you only just arriving now? Some excellent liquor has come in, so I brought it to share a cup with you.”
“I’ll be there shortly—go ahead to the sarangchae first.”
“Understood. Madam, I shall see you again another time then.”
Prince Seongwon acknowledged her with a nod of his eyes and left. Simultaneously, the Grand Prince’s icy gaze fixed sharply onto her face.
“What could you two have been discussing that your laughter carried over the wall? You seem remarkably cheerful.”
“I apologize sincerely.”
“Sincerely apologize? Madam, do you have any thoughts at all right now? He may be Prince Seongwon, but he is still a man. Have you not considered that your attitude might become gossip fodder among others?”
Though the words came from his own mouth, they sounded childish and petty.
He couldn’t understand why he felt so foul-tempered and irritated.
The moment he entered the inner quarters of Woon Yeon Palace and saw Eun Seol smiling brightly at Prince Seongwon, something about the scene unnerved him inexplicably.
“Madam, are you perhaps more at ease with Prince Seongwon than with your own husband, me?”
“It’s not like that…”
“You act like the epitome of modesty in front of me, yet why is your laughter so light and free before other men?”
Woon’s brow furrowed as he delivered the reproach.
Even to himself, the words sounded utterly distasteful.
Though his heart meant otherwise, he kept blurting out inappropriate remarks—why?
Only upon seeing tears well up in the corners of Eun Seol’s eyes did he realize just how cruel his words had been.
He wanted to say something—but his lips wouldn’t move.
He noticed her hand clutching her skirt, trembling faintly.
He ought to apologize, even now.
But before he could act, she spoke first.
“If my laughter seems too frivolous, I simply won’t laugh next time. Still, I do feel a little wronged—it doesn’t seem appropriate for someone like you to say such things, especially not to a woman.”
Though her voice, choked with tears, was barely audible, her unexpected reply left Woon speechless.
With that, Eun Seol turned and swept into her room like a sudden cold gust—without waiting to hear his reply.
He was so flabbergasted he let out a hollow, bitter chuckle.
* * *
As he entered the sarangchae, a small drinking table came into view.
“Why liquor in broad daylight?”
“So what if it’s daytime, or nighttime for that matter? Please at least consider my intention—I rushed over just to share a cup with you, Hyung Nim.”
Prince Seongwon occasionally came to visit him like this, bringing liquor in hand.
Sometimes he gave prior notice like anyone else would, but more often than not—like today—he arrived unannounced.
Woon didn’t dislike Prince Seongwon himself, nor did he feel uncomfortable with these drinking sessions.
Prince Seongwon, his half-brother, had long been rumored since childhood to be the “abandoned child” of the Late King—so completely out of favor with both the Late King and his elder brother, the current King.
Back then, not knowing why, Woon had always looked after Seongwon, who was perpetually alone.
And after some time passed—he finally understood.
Why the Late King had so deeply resented Prince Seongwon and his mother, Royal Noble Consort Hye.
Even now, the King—his elder brother—would occasionally remind him, as if issuing a warning:
—“Be careful with Prince Seongwon. No one knows what’s hidden inside that man. Don’t get too close, and don’t bare your heart.”
Woon had already suspected as much.
Though Seongwon had uniquely clung to him since their days in the palace, he was not the type to reveal all his inner thoughts.
Thus, they maintained a comfortable, mutual distance—close enough not to cause unease, yet never intimate enough to bare their souls.
Though they weren’t confidants, these gatherings were not so uncomfortable that Woon wished to avoid them.
“Have a cup. Where did you go this morning?”
“Tae Seong Merchant Group.”
“You seem to be visiting the merchant group quite frequently lately. Didn’t I warn you that associating too closely with them could stir up unfavorable rumors?”
“As if *I*, a known playboy and womanizer, could possibly earn an even worse reputation?”
“That’s not the kind of rumor I’m concerned about.”
“Tsk. Enough nagging—just drink.”
After Woon emptied his cup yet again, Seongwon poured more while surreptitiously observing his expression.
“Do you have something you want to say?”
“It’s about Madam. If Hyung Nim permits, I’d like to teach her how to ride a horse—would that be acceptable?”
The Grand Prince set down the cup he’d been about to bring to his lips and frowned deeply.
Judging by their earlier conversation in the inner quarters, this must be what they’d discussed—but what absurd nonsense was this? His brow instinctively furrowed.
“Madam wishes to learn horseback riding. If Hyung Nim grants permission, I will assist her.”
“Is this even something *I* need to permit?”
“So… does that mean you approve?”
“You have to make sense first—only then can I decide whether to permit or refuse.”
“She expressed a strong desire to learn.”
“Then why *you*, of all people, would be the one to teach her?”
Though anger boiled within him, his voice remained unnervingly calm.
“It’s just… Hyung Nim is invariably busy, and Madam seems more at ease with me…”
“At ease? When and how much have you even spoken to her to feel that way?”
“Let’s say… it feels like we share a natural rapport—like true friends.”
“Rapport? Friends? You’re full of baloney. Go find such ‘friends’ somewhere else.”
“Hyung Nim, we’re not like—”
“You just referred to ‘us’?”
What utter nonsense. All he could do was let out a hollow laugh.
For a moment, Prince Seongwon flinched under his sharp gaze, then quickly downed his cup while reading the mood.
He clenched his teeth, forcing himself to suppress the rising irritation.
“My apologies—I misspoke. I had no idea Hyung Nim would be this angry.”
“You may be willing to accept a military wife learning something alone with another man—but I’m not. Not even if that man is my own brother.”
“Understood. Please teach her yourself, whenever you find time.”
“That’s for me to decide. Drink no more today—and go. I need to rest.”
“But we’ve only just begun… Are you angry, perhaps?”
“…”
“I’ll take my leave, then. I’ll visit again next time.”
As Seongwon turned to leave, Woon called after him with a heavy, weighted remark:
“Don’t cross the line.”
Though he sensed Seongwon turn back, Woon ignored him and drained his cup. Then, quietly, he added:
“You may call her your friend—but others might misunderstand. They’ll say you harbor ulterior motives.”
“…Yes. I’ll keep that in mind.”
Even after Prince Seongwon left and Woon finished the entire bottle, he didn’t feel drunk—the opposite, in fact. His mind grew even sharper.
Until the moment he returned from his outing to the palace residence, his mood hadn’t been particularly bad.
In fact, he’d even carried a faint sense of anticipation.
During his visit to Tae Seong Merchant Group, its head merchant, Kim Woo Seop, handed him a small box, saying it was a gift for Madam Bu.
Seeing Woon’s puzzled expression as he accepted it, Kim Woo Seop casually remarked:
—“It’s my wedding gift to Madam Bu—in a little late, but please pass it along.”
—“Why would *you* give a gift to *my* wife?”
—“Because she deserves it. Though it’s intended for Madam, I’m sure *you*, Grand Prince, will appreciate it even more—so just take it quietly.”
Though reluctant, since it was supposedly for Eun Seol, he had no choice but to bring it back.
The moment he stepped into the inner quarters to deliver the gift, flames sparked in his eyes.
Yoon Eun Seol was smiling.
Her face bore not a trace of worldly worry, her lips curved upward as if she couldn’t suppress her delight.
He stood there, mesmerized, watching her for a long while.
Her smile was brighter and lovelier than spring sunshine.
She had never once shown *him* that smile—yet gave it freely before another man.
Though this was the very image he’d longed for, he couldn’t comprehend why it made him so furious.
He *knew* she held no feelings for Prince Seongwon—yet something boiled inside him, twisting his words into harshness.
The emotion that had long and fiercely rooted itself in his heart was obsession.
A possessiveness he’d never before known—why did it manifest *only* toward Yoon Eun Seol?
Whenever he thought of her, he felt parched.
“Ha… I didn’t intend it this way—but at this rate, when will your heart ever come to me?”
Rubbing his hands over his face, he sighed deeply and sank back into his chair.
* * *
Eun Seol lay awake all night—or rather, she simply couldn’t sleep.
Just what had possessed her to recklessly blurt out such words without fear?
She must’ve been out of her mind. No sane person would say such things unless utterly mad.
She worried deeply about how she’d face the Grand Prince, knowing he must be furious.
Unable to bear the suffocating feeling, she pushed open the window.
Cool morning breeze poured in, accompanied by dazzling sunlight.
Resting her chin on the windowsill, she gazed up at the sky and exhaled.
A deep sigh drifted downward, settling beneath the window.
“Why such a heavy sigh so early in the morning?”
Startled by the Grand Prince’s sudden appearance before her, she hastily pulled her upper body back inside.
His unexpected presence sent cold sweat trickling down her spine.
Seeing her recoil in alarm, he narrowed his eyes and frowned.
“We still have things left to discuss—I’m stepping inside now.”
“I—I have nothing to say.”
“Think carefully. You *do*.”
Just as he seemed to vanish from sight, their eyes met again—he had already opened the door and entered.
Passing by her as she stood gripping the windowsill, he took his seat at the place of honor.
“If you’re not planning to escape through the window, come sit down here.”“`
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
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