The Secret Night at Unyeon Palace (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 3
In the darkness of dawn, a man clad in plain clothes approached and bowed deeply before the Grand Prince.
She recognized his face. Was his name Seo Yeom?
He was the man who always stood guard beside the Grand Prince whenever the latter visited home.
Though they had never exchanged words, Seo Yeom’s demeanor toward her had always been respectful, as if addressing his own master.
“Go ask someone to bring some hot water.”
“Yes, Your Excellency.”
After the man left, he sat down on the wooden veranda, gazing distantly as he spoke indifferently.
“Do you have something to say to me?”
“Oh… No. I’ll head inside now.”
“Please prepare some clean clothes and water for washing.”
“…Yes.”
His voice was as cold as the gaze he fixed upon her.
She entered the room and placed the prepared attire on the low table.
Moments later, he came in, changed into the fresh garments, and sat down.
The silence filling the room was suffocating. Finally, he slowly turned his head to look at her.
Just as she tried to turn away, unwilling to let him see her swollen face, his hand shot out and grasped her chin.
Had she imagined it? His intense gaze, fixed unblinkingly on her face, flickered slightly.
After a moment of thought, he frowned, then withdrew his hand.
“Why don’t you ask me anything?”
“…”
“Is it because you consider me so indifferent that you feel no curiosity whatsoever? Or perhaps, as rumors say, you expected nothing from me to begin with—a reckless, good-for-nothing man?”
Apparently, he was referring to his choice on their wedding night—not her, but Min Ah.
But what exactly should she ask?
Should she demand to know why he had abandoned her on their wedding night? Or how he could choose not just any other woman, but a household maid from his own family, over her?
What right did she have to ask?
She was hardly in a position to question him—after all, she had only become the Grand Prince’s wife by accident.
To him, who had wished to marry Eun Joo, she was nothing more than a thorn in his eye. How could she possibly confront him about it?
Still, for Eun Seol, marrying the Grand Prince had been a stroke of luck.
It was the only way to escape Soon Young’s abuse and Eun Joo’s scorn.
From the very beginning, she never expected the Grand Prince’s heart to willingly turn toward her.
Knowing his affection was beyond her reach, she had never allowed herself to desire it.
Out of habit, Eun Seol muttered the same old reassurances—and unconsciously clenched her fists tight.
But it hurt.
His icy gaze made her heart sink, and each time she watched his cold back turn away, the world seemed to collapse around her.
Gradually, his gaze toward her grew even more indifferent and distant.
Even the faint flutter of excitement she’d felt upon first meeting him was never permitted to her.
His inexplicably cold eyes had made her the one to avoid and flee first.
Though his frigid glances and tone secretly wounded her, her feelings for him only swelled with stubborn, unreasonable persistence.
This was no rational emotion.
Had she never let him into her heart at all, she wouldn’t have suffered such pain.
Clutching onto a love she could never reach—she felt foolish and pathetic.
What right did she have to question him? It was absurd.
She had resolved that as long as she could escape this hellish house, it didn’t matter if the Grand Prince truly was a disgrace; she wouldn’t resent him even if he never sought her out for the rest of her life.
Therefore, she already knew the answer she must give now, in this moment.
“I’m fine.”
“What? What exactly is *fine*?”
“Well… I mean…”
“I asked what exactly is *fine*. Are you saying it’s *fine* that your groom, on your wedding night, slept not with his bride—but with another woman, a mere maid?”
He asked in a low voice, struggling to suppress his emotion.
Terrified by his cold, piercing glare, her lips went dry and her whole body trembled.
Watching her shiver, he regarded her with evident disapproval, then let out a sigh and rose from his seat.
“My wife is truly magnanimous, isn’t she? She seems the type who wouldn’t know jealousy, even if I kept dozens of concubines. Ah… Perhaps you feel no jealousy because your heart already belongs to someone else.”
After uttering these inscrutable words, he roughly flung open the door and strode out.
Moments later, his deep voice echoed across the annex.
“Yeom-ah. Prepare to leave for Woon Yeon Palace.”
* * *
Woon Yeon Palace, the Grand Prince Jinheon’s private residence, was so grand it would not be an exaggeration to say it mirrored the royal palace itself.
When she first stepped down from the palanquin, she was stunned by the high walls and massive main gate; once inside, she was awed again by the sheer scale of the buildings.
The inner quarters, annexes, and private study hall were so vastly larger than those of any ordinary noble household that they even evoked a sense of unease.
Yeonhwa Hall—the Grand Prince’s personal chamber and office—was strictly off-limits to anyone but himself, unlike his study in the outer quarters.
As the new mistress of Woon Yeon Palace, Eun Seol resided in the inner quarters.
Though she had worried about arriving without even a single maid from her family, she adjusted well thanks to the warm and attentive Geum Ok and Court Lady Eom.
What troubled her more was the fact that ten days had passed since her arrival at Woon Yeon Palace, and she still had not seen the Grand Prince.
That he did not seek her out was expected, so she didn’t mind—though it was deeply awkward in front of the servants.
For ten days, not a single person raised an eyebrow at the groom who never visited his bride. No one cast even a sidelong glance of disapproval.
Only later did she learn this was due to Court Lady Eom’s careful instructions to keep everyone silent for her sake.
She was truly grateful to them all.
While waiting for the Grand Prince—who never came—she vaguely surmised:
Perhaps, like her own mother before her, she would spend a very long time under his cold gaze, only to be eventually cast aside.
And so, even the warmth of spring still felt cold to her.
Noticing her staying motionless inside her room all day, Court Lady Eom entered with a tray of tea and sweets, concern in her eyes.
Having originated from the Queen Dowager’s Palace, Court Lady Eom had provided invaluable help in easing her transition into life here.
“You are aware you must attend the palace tomorrow to pay respects to Her Royal Highness the Queen Dowager, correct?”
“Does His Excellency also know?”
“Yes—word arrived just earlier. He plans to depart around the time you are expected to arrive.”
“I see.”
Anxiety already gripped her.
Not only was it her first visit to the palace, but the thought of meeting the Queen Dowager alone made her face stiffen involuntarily.
“There’s no need to be nervous. Her Royal Highness the Queen Dowager will surely take great liking to you.”
Though Court Lady Eom’s gentle voice offered comfort, Eun Seol could not still her trembling heart.
“I’m worried I won’t handle it well.”
“No one excels from the start. As the saying goes, *the position shapes the person*. Please don’t worry too much—I’ll assist you as best I can, though my help may be modest.”
Court Lady Eom was truly a blessing—she was the one who, bit by bit, helped restore Eun Seol’s confidence, which had been shattered by childhood wounds.
Every day, she checked whether Eun Seol felt any discomfort and sought to understand her feelings.
“You may find life here dull at times. Do you have any hobbies or activities you particularly enjoy?”
“Activities I enjoy… hmm…”
“Though life here may not feel exactly like palace life, it won’t differ much in practice. I want you to live *your* life—not just gaze endlessly at His Excellency. Seeing palace women who receive the King’s favor yet live only for His Majesty, abandoning their own lives, always filled me with sorrow. Of course, I understand the circumstances leave them little choice—but to live one’s entire life that way seems, somehow, unjust.”
The sincerity and deep concern in Court Lady Eom’s earnest words moved Eun Seol deeply.
She had never once considered living *her own* life.
Seeing Eun Seol fall silent, Court Lady Eom, fearing she had upset her, spoke cautiously.
“Forgive me if I overstepped.”
“Oh, no—not at all. Had it not been for you, I might be struggling alone right now. It’ll be difficult, but I’ll try my best.”
“You’ll do wonderfully, Madam. And… please don’t pay too much attention to the rumors about our Grand Prince. Though I cannot say more for now, just wait—everything will improve in time.”
Would such a day truly come?
For days, her thoughts kept returning to the Grand Prince’s movements—specifically, his absence from Woon Yeon Palace.
According to Court Lady Eom, he had urgently gone somewhere—but Eun Seol had a good guess as to where he was, and with whom.
She shook her head, trying to dispel the thought.
Perhaps, if she expected nothing, the hurt and pain would be less intense.
“Court Lady Eom, I’d like to draw. Please prepare paper, ink, and the rest of my painting tools.”
“Understood. Is there anything else you need?”
“Also, please find me some books—I forgot to bring any when I came from home.”
“Yes, I’ll prepare them right away. Please let me know anytime if you need anything else.”
“Thank you. For now, this will be enough.”
Seeing Court Lady Eom’s warm smile, Eun Seol thought life here might, after all, become a little more enjoyable.
It felt possible.
Unconsciously, a faint smile touched her lips.
* * *
From morning, Eun Seol bustled about, preparing to enter the palace.
Geum Ok, helping her with her hair and inserting a hairpin, grumbled discontentedly, clearly displeased with something.
Court Lady Eom, standing nearby, remarked,
“Why’s your mouth twisted so sourly already, this early in the morning?”
“I’m just upset! It’s not just anywhere—it’s the *palace*—yet she doesn’t even own a single piece of jewelry!”
“Oh, is that all? Even without adornments, she’s naturally beautiful—why fret so?”
“But still! She’s the *Royal Noble Consort*—doesn’t it upset *you*, Madam?”
Now that she thought about it, it was true: she owned not a single ornament. The hairpin she had brought from home was all she had.
Court Lady Eom straightened Eun Seol’s jade-green traditional robe and retied the sash ribbons.
“You remain truly beautiful, even without a single accessory.”
“Even if it’s flattery, I appreciate it.”
“It’s no flattery. Why else would people say our Grand Prince has high standards? I was curious about the woman he chose—now I see she is truly worthy of his regard.”
“Hmm? What do you mean by that?”
“Oh… nothing. We’re running late—let’s go now.”
Trailing off, Court Lady Eom avoided her gaze and hurriedly stepped outside.
Geum Ok, following behind with a sulking face, muttered complaints—prompting Court Lady Eom, walking ahead, to sharply admonish her that such behavior was inappropriate on an auspicious day.
Eun Seol patted Geum Ok’s back gently and smiled warmly.
“Thank you for caring. I’m truly fine—please don’t be upset.”
“Next time, I’ll buy you something beautiful, Madam.”
“Just hearing that lifts my spirits. Thank you.”
So *this* was what it felt like—to be surrounded by good people. Eun Seol couldn’t help but smile.
.
.
.
When she stepped outside Woon Yeon Palace, she spotted the Grand Prince already waiting and bowed in greeting.
This was their first encounter since arriving together at the palace.
Leaning against a tree, he had been speaking with Seo Yeom—until his gaze fell upon her.
He looked slightly gaunt, seeing him after so long.
Yet his towering stature—over six feet—and his lightly tanned, handsome features exuded such dignity and manly charm that any woman might lose her heart to him.
Feeling his unwavering gaze upon her as she descended the steps, his deep, solemn voice quietly rang out:
“Let’s depart!”
With those words, his gaze, too, turned away.
Though she had steeled herself beforehand, facing him now unavoidably stirred feelings of disappointment and sorrow.
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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