The Secret Night at Unyeon Palace (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 4
Seated in the palanquin, she grew increasingly anxious as the palace drew nearer, her palms beginning to sweat.
Confined to the annex and enduring Soon Young’s abuse, she had grown awkward at dealing with people.
Especially when meeting strangers, her fear and unease bordered on outright terror.
And now, she—of all people—was entering the palace to meet none other than the Queen Dowager.
Already, she felt as though her entire body had frozen solid.
Though she had told Court Lady Eom not to worry, in truth, she was deeply anxious and afraid.
By the time she arrived at the Queen Dowager’s Palace, she was so tense that her face had turned pale.
For someone who found even standing before others difficult, facing the Queen Dowager—the highest-ranking elder in the palace—was far from simple.
Her mind had gone completely blank, unable to recall a single instruction Court Lady Eom had given her the previous night, and her hands, hidden within the folds of her robe, trembled uncontrollably.
Noticing her distress, the Queen Dowager’s voice, as she called out to her, was filled with concern.
“My dear, there’s no need to be so nervous. Don’t be shy—sit comfortably and relax.”
“…Yes, Your Royal Highness the Queen Dowager.”
“Would you kindly call me ‘Mother’ instead? Even our Grand Prince always addresses me as ‘Your Royal Highness the Queen Dowager,’ and it leaves me rather heartbroken.”
The Queen Dowager cast a fleeting, indifferent glance toward her quietly seated son, then immediately turned her attention back to the girl.
“Well then, are you settling in comfortably at Woon Yeon Palace?”
“Yes, Mother.”
“I’m relieved to hear that. Seeing the two of you sitting side by side like this finally puts my mind at ease. Though he stubbornly refused to hold the wedding ceremony no matter what I said, it seems our Grand Prince insisted only because he wished to meet you.”
The Queen Dowager’s gaze toward her was endlessly tender and warm.
Could she still be this kind, knowing exactly whose heart the Grand Prince held—and what the girl truly meant to him?
Glancing cautiously at the Grand Prince beside her, she gently bit her lip.
Unlike her, who sat stiffly as if on thorns, the Grand Prince’s expression remained utterly unchanged.
With an indifferent look, he simply stared at the teacup set before him.
“My dear, shall I tell you an amusing story?”
After taking a sip of tea, the Queen Dowager set her cup down and subtly observed the Grand Prince’s expression.
The corners of her mouth lifted; amusement tinted her voice.
“In all 23 years of his life, our Grand Prince has never once asked me for anything—not a single favor, not a single desire. Yet this child came to me, knelt before me, and made a request. Do you know what it was?”
“Mother!”
Until now, the Grand Prince had remained silent, but suddenly he raised his voice sharply.
Startled, Eun Seol instinctively turned her head and looked at his face.
Whether from anger or embarrassment, his face had flushed bright red.
“You heartless boy—only at times like this do you call me ‘Mother.’”
“If you keep doing that, I’ll stand up and leave.”
“Threats like that no longer frighten me. If you want to leave, go ahead—alone. I’ll simply stay here and play with my daughter-in-law.”
Ignoring the flustered Grand Prince, the Queen Dowager gently called out to Eun Seol.
“My dear, if ever the Grand Prince causes you pain, come to me at once—anytime. Don’t suffer in silence; if something hurts, say it hurts. If something displeases you, speak up—only then will men understand. And if nothing changes, come to me. I will always take your side.”
The Queen Dowager’s sincere eyes softly soothed Eun Seol.
Her warm words brought no small amount of comfort to Eun Seol’s previously cowed heart.
Was this the joy and pride of finally having someone on her side? For some reason, her heart swelled with emotion.
“My dear, just a moment… Court Lady Joo, please bring the item I prepared for our daughter-in-law.”
From a distance, Court Lady Joo approached, presenting a box wrapped in cloth, and handed it to her.
“I prepared this for my daughter-in-law—I hope you like it. It’s a gift to thank you for coming to our Grand Prince. I look forward to your continued kindness from now on.”
“Mother… Th-thank you.”
“How utterly lovely you are. I’ve wondered for so long what sort of girl she might be—and now that I see you, it’s clear why our Grand Prince has cherished you in his heart.”
Overwhelmed by the Queen Dowager’s extraordinary kindness, Eun Seol felt tears welling up—she was truly happy.
For the first time in her life, she experienced this warmth, momentarily numbing the pain of all past wounds.
So she deliberately chose not to reveal that the Grand Prince’s heart belonged to another.
After a brief silence, he—who had remained quiet—finally opened his mouth.
“My Lady, would you please step aside for a moment? I’d like to speak with Her Royal Highness the Queen Dowager before we leave.”
His tone, unusually gentle in the Queen Dowager’s presence, contrasted sharply with his usual manner.
.
.
.
After bowing to the Queen Dowager and leaving first, Eun Seol waited in the rear garden near the Queen Dowager’s Palace.
Just as her tension began to slowly subside, someone called out to her.
Turning at the familiar voice, she saw Hee Gyeom walking toward her.
Dressed in official court robes, he looked strikingly different from the man she usually knew.
“Master—what brings you here?”
“Well, this is my workplace, after all. I see you’ve come to the Queen Dowager’s Palace.”
“…Yes.”
“But why are you alone? Where has the Grand Prince gone?”
“He’s having a brief, private conversation with Her Royal Highness the Queen Dowager. Still—I must say, Master, you seem different today.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Seeing him smile pleasantly, she couldn’t help but smile back.
“I suppose I should now address you as Madam, the Royal Noble Consort. Are you… happy?”
She wanted to say yes—wanted to smile for him, the one who always worried about her more than anyone else and truly wished for her happiness.
“What concern is it of yours whether another man’s wife is happy?”
Just as she was about to reply, a cold voice cut in. The Grand Prince was approaching from a distance.
His icy gaze locked onto Hee Gyeom as his frigid voice continued.
“Shouldn’t you be asking why *you*, of all people, are curious about my wife’s happiness?”
“I merely wished to inquire after her well-being.”
“Well-being? So that’s how you inquire about someone’s well-being, is it?”
“My apologies—if I overstepped, please forgive me.”
Seeing Eun Seol’s face drain of color, Hee Gyeom fell silent.
“I’ll take my leave now. Madam, the Royal Noble Consort—I hope to see you again soon.”
She couldn’t even properly greet her long-unseen Master before he departed.
Watching Hee Gyeom’s retreating back, Eun Seol felt an inexplicable pang of guilt.
“Anyone watching might mistake this for a lover bidding farewell—so tender it’s almost embarrassing to witness.”
“My apologies. I was just—”
“Yeom-ah! Prepare to depart.”
Before she could finish her sentence, he called out sharply to Seo Yeom, who stood some distance away, ordering him to ready the horses and palanquin.
She couldn’t understand why he was so angry.
* * *
Back at the royal residence, her heart remained uneasy as she watched the Grand Prince head straight to the study upon arrival.
After sharing her day’s events at the palace with Court Lady Eom and Geum Ok over dinner, she finally found herself alone—late into the night.
It had been an exhausting day. Just as she reached to extinguish the candles before bed, the Grand Prince’s voice rang out from outside.
“You may all withdraw.”
The door slid open abruptly—and in strode the Grand Prince, dressed in night robes.
Seeing him approach, her heart began pounding for no discernible reason.
His intense, cold gaze made her entire body tremble.
“You always drive me mad. What have I done that makes you tremble so?”
He lifted her chin with his fingertips.
His dark eyes stared down at her, unwavering.
“Kim Hee Gyeom—did you grant him not only your heart, but your body as well?”
“…!”
Stunned by his blatant mockery, Eun Seol could only stare at him, speechless.
Slowly, his fingertips trailed down her neck and came to rest atop the ties of her jeogori.
“Granting one’s body doesn’t necessarily mean engaging in carnal relations between man and woman. For instance, embracing… or even sharing a kiss—those, too, are forms of giving oneself.”
Startled by his rough grip on her nape, she widened her eyes—just as his lips gently brushed against hers.
Instinctively, Eun Seol turned her head away, evading his kiss.
“If your intention is to humiliate me, then stop here.”
“Of course not. Why would I humiliate my wife? I simply dislike others touching what belongs to me.”
His voice was cruelly cold and devoid of emotion.
To him, she was nothing more than an object—something to toy with, discard when bored, yet destroy himself before allowing anyone else to claim her.
“It is *your* current feelings toward me that humiliate me. Do you intend to hold me while endlessly suspecting me?”
“You see, men…”
He trailed off, gazing at her intently.
She could see he hesitated, as if weighing whether to say something.
For the briefest instant, she felt she’d glimpsed something she shouldn’t have—her eyes widened, and her heart raced as though it might break.
His gaze, though subtly trembling, remained fixed solely on her; his breath, escaping through parted lips, felt scorching against her skin.
Yet his touch was anything but gentle—and his voice remained utterly frigid.
Why?
Though he drew near with burning intensity, she felt only a chilling dread.
His gaze was fervent and relentless, his hands equally insistent—so why did her heart feel so cold?
With one hand, he untied the inner robe’s sash and whispered in a low voice,
“Men can hold women in their arms—even when their hearts are unmoved. I, too, am a man. And you—aren’t you my wife? Whether this is suspicion or not… I suppose we’ll find out right now.”
His voice was quiet, low.
For the first time, Eun Seol truly hated the man before her.
Despite all the rumors surrounding him, she had never been able to despise him.
Her feelings for him had already grown beyond her own control.
Yet in this very moment, she loathed him—beyond endurance.
With a long sigh, she lowered her head.
In that instant, his cold voice slipped out as his fingers grasped her face.
“I’m warning you—don’t let your thoughts wander from this moment. Focus solely on me.”
Hardly had the words left his mouth when he yanked her waist toward him, pulling her tightly against him.
Their bodies pressed together without the slightest gap.
“M-My Lord! Just wait—”
“I told you—focus on me, nothing else.”
His lips crashed roughly onto hers.
His hot breath poured into her mouth, swirling fiercely, as if intent on melting her from within.
She tried pushing him away to catch her breath, but he allowed not even the smallest opening.
This—this wasn’t how she wanted to be held by him.
Even without love, she didn’t want this night to become another memory of pain.
Though she held him in her heart with love, the wounds he inflicted still hurt—deeply.
Her eyes reddened; tears gathered, blurring his face.
The tears she had held back now streamed down her cheeks. Grief rose in her throat, and her voice trembled as she spoke.
“I don’t want this. Please let me go.”
“Ha—did you just say you don’t want this?”
“Yes. I don’t. I’m not some woman you casually take into your arms. If you need someone to attend you through the night, go to a pleasure house—or better yet… find Min Ah.”
“Won’t you regret saying that? If I walk out now, I may never seek you out as my wife again. Are you truly alright with that?!”
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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