The Secret Night at Unyeon Palace (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 15
The Grand Prince dismounted and stood with his arms crossed, just a step away from her.
Then, feigning calmness, he looked at her.
“I’m not sure if you, Madam, can grant what I desire.”
Though his gaze, casually cast, held a subtle boldness, she brushed it off lightly.
In truth, ever since he’d begun riding, he’d kept looking at her with that same gaze.
At first, it was unbearably awkward, but over time, even that had become ordinary to her.
“Please tell me anything. I’ll do whatever I can for you.”
“Really? Then I shall say it. What I want is…”
Suddenly, he closed the distance, pressing their bodies firmly together.
Startled, she twisted her body to pull away from him.
But he was faster.
His large hand pulled her waist close as he lifted the corners of his mouth in a gentle, teasing smile.
“What I want is to hold you through the night, Madam. Can you grant me that?”
Was he truly serious?
Even if he were, how could he so nonchalantly utter such an embarrassingly intimate line? Her cheeks burned hot.
Yet the moment their eyes met, her heart felt as if it had stopped entirely.
Her startled pulse refused to settle.
“Why are you silent? Didn’t you just say you’d grant anything I asked?”
“I… had no idea it would be something like this.”
“It’s useless trying to backtrack now. What I’ve wanted has been precisely this—and nothing else. Besides, it’s hardly difficult, is it? All you need to do is lie still, and I’ll take care of everything…”
“I understand, so please, just— I’ll go ahead first.”
Not just her face, but her entire body felt as if scorched by fire.
From somewhere, Yoon Eun Seol summoned enough courage to hastily flee before the Grand Prince even finished speaking.
Even his words behind her failed to register in her ears.
* * *
Night deepened over Woon Yeon Palace.
Above the palace, cloaked in darkness, a bright full moon had risen.
Steam rose in soft curls from the bathhouse, suffused with silvery moonlight.
Eun Seol soaked in the warm water prepared by Court Lady Eom, easing the fatigue from her body.
The tension from riding all day had left her muscles stiff and exhaustion weighing heavily upon her.
Amidst it, the Grand Prince’s words came back to mind—and her face flushed anew.
—“What I want is… to hold you through the night. Can you grant me that?”
Each time his words echoed in her thoughts, her cheeks burned afresh.
No matter how she considered it, he didn’t seem like the Grand Prince Jinheon she’d known.
After washing in the bathhouse, Eun Seol stepped into the inner courtyard—and saw the Grand Prince waiting for her.
“Were you waiting for me?”
“I had somewhere I wished to go with you, so I waited.”
“At this hour? Where…”
Before she could finish, he grasped her hand and pulled her along.
“You’ll see when we get there.”
Led by the Grand Prince’s hand, they arrived at a pavilion nestled at the far edge of Woon Yeon Palace.
She was already astonished to discover such a grand pavilion existed within the palace grounds—but the pond beside it, far larger and more beautiful than the one at Doyeonjeong, left her speechless once more.
Bathed in full-moonlight, the pond shimmered with breathtaking radiance.
Moonbeams scattered gently across the placid water’s surface, softly glowing, while lotus leaves swayed rhythmically, rippling in the breeze.
He ascended the pavilion—its four sides draped in curtains—and wrapped his arms around her from behind.
“I’ve longed to show you this place, Madam. What do you think?”
“It’s truly beautiful. I had no idea such a place existed in Woon Yeon Palace.”
“This is Biyeon Pavilion. I’ve always wanted to bring you here on a night when the full moon rises.”
She’d heard that Woon Yeon Palace was built by the Late King for the young Grand Prince Jinheon.
That the King had personally designed it for his son—whom he couldn’t freely dote on—revealed just how deeply he cherished the prince.
He buried his face in her shoulder and whispered lowly,
“Do you know? This place is forbidden to all, without my express permission. And you, Madam, are the first woman ever to set foot here.”
“…Really?”
“Even Seo Yeom dares not enter here without caution. I cannot express how long I’ve yearned to bring you to this very spot.”
His confession-like words brought tears to her eyes.
It felt like a dream.
A happiness so fragile it might vanish the moment the full moon set—making even this moment feel tinged with fear.
Yet she could clearly feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against her back,
as if silently assuring her: *This is no dream.*
“You said earlier today—you’d grant anything I asked, remember?”
“…!”
Slowly, the Grand Prince turned her to face him.
His gaze, now solemn and intense, held hers unwaveringly.
“I’ll now tell you what I truly desire. Listen carefully.”
In an instant, his lips met hers as she nodded.
It was a tender, heated kiss.
One hand cradled the nape of her neck while the other pulled her waist closer.
Her mind spun dizzily; her limbs slackened with languid warmth.
Panting, she tried pushing him away—but in vain. The more she resisted, the more insistently he explored her mouth.
Just as she feared she might truly lose consciousness, his lips finally withdrew.
“What I want…”
His lips brushed hers once more—lightly—and retreated. His gaze, now playfully wicked, lingered on her.
“Is to consummate our union right here, right now.”
“…!”
“Will you grant me permission?”
“But this is… outdoors.”
“And yet, no one may enter here without my consent.”
Though curtains hung on all sides of the pavilion and no one was likely to come, it was still the open air.
Despite the night’s cover, she wasn’t bold enough to simply surrender to his embrace in such a place.
As if reading her thoughts, the Grand Prince’s lips curled upward in a silent, knowing smile.
“From now on, focus on me—and me alone. If your mind wanders elsewhere, I’ll hold you like this all night without letting go.”
It truly seemed he intended to consummate their union here, tonight.
Suddenly, her face burned once more.
In that moment, a gentle voice floated softly into her ear:
“I told you to focus, Yoon Eun Seol.”
He lifted her gently and laid her down on the mat beside them.
“Your Highness!”
With deliberate slowness and infinite tenderness, his fingers traced the curve of her cheek.
Through hazy eyes, she gazed up at his flushed face.
His eyes burned hot. His lips overlapped hers, and his warm, moist breath slipped softly into her mouth.
A wave of heat surged from her back up to her neck.
Her whole body trembled at this unfamiliar sensation—entirely new to her.
Still kissing her, he urgently loosened the ties of her *jeogori* with hurried fingers.
Wherever his hands touched, fire flared—scorching, dizzying.
Lost in this strange tide enveloping her body, she forgot even to breathe—and clung tightly to his neck.
“…Your Highness.”
An involuntary moan escaped her lips—and he chuckled softly in response:
“I had no idea you’d be so… eager, Madam.”
“It’s—not like that… Y-Your Excellency!”
“My name is Lee Woon—Grand Prince Jinheon, Lee Woon. Remember it.”
His lips grazed her cheek lightly.
“Be mine. Take all the time you need. The moment your heart turns to me, I’ll wait—any length of time, without hesitation.”
Could anyone else in this world ever look at her with such tender devotion?
Tears threatened to spill over.
“My heart… my heart has already…”
I am already yours—and I long to be yours forever. Why must you ask so achingly?
From the very beginning, my heart held only you.
There’s no need to wait.
Because my heart has already reached you.
She didn’t even wipe her falling tears—just nestled deeper into his embrace.
And slowly, she confessed:
“The moment I first saw you, I fell in love at first sight. Even when you stood before me, I missed you—and when you vanished from sight, I longed for you desperately. You were my tiny world, my sole reason for happiness. And that will never change. Even beyond this life—yes, even in death—I shall love only you. I love you.”
These were the very words he had once spoken to her.
Not the ramblings of a drunken woman—but Grand Prince Jinheon Lee Woon’s heartfelt declaration of love to Yoon Eun Seol.
“Did you realize? Then why not just say so…? Don’t cry. The more you cry, the more I want to make you cry again.”
“I want to be your woman. Hold me.”
At her single sentence, Woon’s pupils trembled uncontrollably.
Without hesitation—or question—they sought each other’s lips.
He drove her forward, now tender, now fiercely intense.
Even as her consciousness blurred into dreaminess, Eun Seol struggled to memorize this night.
She would remember his devastatingly beautiful face, his moonlit gaze, his searing lips.
And she would fill her entire being with his scent.
She refused to miss a single detail.
She wanted *all* of him.
Right now, in this moment, a fierce possessiveness boiled within her.
His gaze, fixed upon her, darkened with desire; his breathing grew ragged.
The pace of his touch, once slow and measured, gradually accelerated.
Her body responded faithfully to his every movement—and sensing it, he pressed on more fiercely.
“…Your Highness!”
Each time she choked out his name, he sealed her lips with his own.
Overwhelmed by unbearable shivers, she gasped for breath, clutched his neck—and finally burst into tears.
When the full moon emerged from behind the clouds, she became one with him—breathing in each other’s scent.
The night air itself grew warm from the heat they radiated.
He poured his frenzied desire into her, then exhaled sharply and pulled her tightly into his arms.
But that wasn’t the end.
Eun Seol endured several more climaxes—each more intense than the last—before she could at last pull away from him.
She’d sobbed so long her voice had grown hoarse, and her body lay as heavy as waterlogged cotton, utterly unable to move.
After lying wordlessly for a while, he raised his head and pressed soft kisses to her forehead and cheeks.
She gazed up at him, eyes still wet.
“Is my handsome face so bewitching you can’t look away?”
At his teasing words—spoken as he helped her adjust her collar—a quiet laugh escaped her.
He grasped her shoulders, locked eyes with her, and asked:
“Or… are you ready to begin again?”
“N-No. Truly, I can’t possibly go on.”
“You may speak honestly—I’m perfectly fine until the full moon completely sets. Let me just—”
“Really, I can’t. Truly.”
“Why so serious over a little disappointment? I was joking. Give me your hand for a moment.”
Carefully, Woon slipped a white jade bracelet onto her outstretched hand.
Startled, Eun Seol bolted upright, alternating her gaze between the bracelet and him.
Even she—knowing nothing of such things—could tell this was no ordinary object.
“Your Highness…”
Slowly rising, he kissed her hand and lifted his gaze.
His dark eyes, shimmering with moonlight, held such depth and allure they nearly stole her soul.
Like ripples across a still lake, he softly called her name:
“I shall love only you for the rest of my life. Will you do the same for me?”
“…”
“You haven’t answered. Promise me—you’ll stay by my side forever.”
Her throat tightened; her voice faltered and failed.
Moisture gathered at the corners of her eyes, blurring her vision.
All this time, she’d only listened to others’ rumors—never seeking his truth for herself.
If she truly hadn’t believed the gossip, she should have asked *him* directly.
Instead, she’d wallowed alone in misunderstanding and regret.
Yet the Grand Prince she’d come to know here was utterly unlike those rumors.
Now, she wished to speak her true heart to him.
“Lee Woon—I love you. I shall love you for all my life.”
“This bracelet was left by the Late King, with instructions to give it to my destined one. With this bracelet as my witness, I swear: as long as I live, I will never hurt you nor cause you to shed a single tear because of me. I will accept no woman beside Yoon Eun Seol—not even glance at another. From this moment on, Grand Prince Jinheon Lee Woon is yours.”
Tears streamed freely. It felt like a dream—and if it were, she never wished to awaken.
The most magnificent, noble man in the world was now hers.
Could any happiness surpass this?
So this was what it felt like—to be truly loved.
Entranced, she cupped his face with both hands and pressed a light, clumsy kiss to his lips.
Though unskilled, it was more than enough to ignite him.
“Yoon Eun Seol—you started this.”
His eyes gleamed beautifully. His voice made her heart flutter; his touch sent shivers cascading through her.
And indeed—he did not let her go until the full moon began to tilt in the sky.
After feeling one final wave of ecstasy in his arms, Eun Seol drifted peacefully into sleep.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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