A Different Husband Every Night (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 8
My heart dropped. It felt as dizzying as if someone had shoved me hard from behind right at the edge of a cliff.
“…Why?”
Levanfel’s voice hardened. Though I couldn’t see his face hidden behind me, his wariness was unmistakable.
Meanwhile, Elihu still smiled like an angel.
“The younger priests grew uneasy because I’ve left the Grand Temple unattended for too long. Thus, I’ve sent senior priests in my stead and will stay to look after the younger ones myself. After all, that is also a duty given to me by Lord Semula. And I must attend His Majesty’s wedding as well.”
“Oh…”
It was such a perfect reason that I couldn’t find a single fault with it.
“…That’s good news, then.”
“Everything is according to Lord Semula’s will.”
As Elihu declared everything to be the divine will, he glanced at me again. It stung as sharply as if a needle had pierced my skin.
I couldn’t possibly let him meet the Grand Prelate here and expose my secret.
“…I’m tired. May I go back and rest now?”
I grabbed Levanfel’s sleeve and gave it a little shake. Levanfel quickly turned his gaze toward me.
When our eyes met midair, I bit down hard on my teeth and rolled my eyes desperately, trying to convey a message through my expression alone.
‘You know what happens to you if my secret gets out, right?!’
Levanfel gave an almost imperceptible nod and tapped my arm lightly with his fingers. Thankfully, he’d understood my signal correctly.
“Princess seems tired, so we’ll take our leave now.”
Good. Well done.
Levanfel turned around, pulling me along with him. If we could just quietly slip away now, that’d be enough. And as long as I avoided any contact with Elihu from now on, I’d be safe.
Thud. Thud.
“Just a moment.”
And just as if he’d read my thoughts, Elihu ghosted after us and stopped us instantly.
“May I bestow upon His Majesty and the Princess a blessing of purification?”
Elihu’s gaze on me burned hotly. My body stiffened, frozen in place. My racing heartbeat filled my head with noise.
‘Has he figured it out?’
Tension coiled tightly through my limbs.
“It’s fine.”
Levanfel whispered softly, so only I could hear, sensing my worry.
“I told you already.”
His hand rested gently on my back.
“I’ll protect the Princess’s secret.”
Then, he gently pushed me forward and turned to face Elihu.
Thanks to being nudged forward unexpectedly, I was now free from Elihu’s line of sight.
“The blessing of purification—I’ll receive it alone. The Princess seems tired. If you could tell me a time later, Elihu, could you perform it for me then?”
“Yes, of course, Your Majesty.”
“Escort the Princess to her chambers.”
I followed the maid out of the hall. Fortunately, Elihu didn’t stop me, and I managed to slip away safely.
‘Phew. Thank goodness. I thought I’d been caught.’
I exhaled the breath I’d been holding and patted my chest. Using Levanfel as a shield felt a little guilty, but keeping my identity hidden came first.
‘If Levanfel comes to visit tonight, I should ask him how it went.’
Just as I silently apologized to Levanfel in my thoughts—
“Peep!”
“Huh?”
Immediately upon leaving the hall, a crisp, clear animal chirp sounded from somewhere, as if calling out to me.
I lowered my gaze toward the source of the sound and saw a cute, gray hamster.
‘…A hamster?’
The palace maids cleaned constantly—how had it gotten in?
It must have slipped in recently during all the wedding preparations or perhaps followed Elihu inside.
‘I used to keep a hamster with Mother when I was little… It’s the first time I’ve seen one since then.’
When I was young,
I kept a gray hamster with my mother in the Lupeon Kingdom. It looked remarkably similar to the one before me now.
Later, I realized it had vanished at some point, and I remembered crying bitterly over its disappearance.
Strangely, seeing this hamster brought those memories flooding back like a tidal wave.
The hamster didn’t shy away from me at all. Instead, it stretched fully upright and stared at me intently—as if urging me to take it with me.
‘I’ve heard cats choose their owners, but this is the first I’ve heard of a hamster picking one…’
Yet, somehow, I couldn’t look away.
As I stood there blankly, the maid tilted her head in confusion and stepped closer.
“Your Highness, what are you looking at… Aaahhh!”
The maid, following my gaze, jumped in place with a startled shriek.
“Kyaaah! A rat, a rat! Y-your Highness! Are you all right?! A rat must’ve gotten in somehow!”
Normally, a scream like that would scare an animal away, but the hamster remained still, silent, and kept staring at me.
“…I’m fine. No need to panic.”
I crouched down and reached my hand toward the hamster.
“Y-your Highness! What if it carries germs…?!”
“No, it’s alright.”
I couldn’t explain why, but I was certain.
This hamster wasn’t dirty, and it wouldn’t harm me.
Some inexplicable feeling told me so.
As I extended my hand, the hamster climbed onto my palm as if it had expected exactly that.
“Y-your Highness…”
“…”
The hamster perked up its ears and watched me closely from my palm. Up close, it looked incredibly similar to the one I’d kept with my mother.
“Could you check whether anyone nearby has reported a lost hamster?”
“Yes, yes. Right away.”
“And if it has no owner, please prepare a hamster house as well.”
“A house? Does Your Highness intend to keep it?”
“Yes—if it has no owner.”
I reached out a finger and gently rubbed the hamster’s head. It looked thoroughly pleased, as if my touch felt familiar.
“I’ll name it ‘Mew.’”
Because that was the name of the hamster I’d kept with my mother.
This little creature, evoking cherished childhood memories, had already won my heart.
“Peep!”
Mew, the hamster, perked its ears as if happily agreeing.
Levanfel came to see me again after the midnight bells had rung.
“We weren’t… found out, were we?”
I’d been pacing anxiously in front of my bedroom door and immediately grabbed his arm the moment he stepped inside. Levanfel, his hair turned white again, gently patted my worried arm.
“It feels a bit hurtful that worry comes before you even greet me.”
“I’m worried, of course! If my secret gets out, our deal with His Majesty ends, right?!”
“…And why me?”
“What do you mean ‘why’? If my secret gets out, there’s no way I’d become Empress.”
Levanfel frowned sharply, clearly taken aback. He tilted his head sideways, stroking his chin in evident displeasure.
“…Should I get rid of Elihu?”
“Wouldn’t a meteor strike the earth next if you killed the Son of God? What did the Grand Prelate say after I left?”
“He seemed to sense something unusual, but there’s no need to worry.”
“How is this not a situation that warrants worry?”
“Elihu isn’t reckless enough to act on mere suspicion. His rise to Grand Prelate at such a young age wasn’t just due to his high spiritual power—it was also because of his cautious nature.”
“What if Counselor Jaerim finds it suspicious that we rushed off like that?”
“Then I’ll just pile so much work on him he won’t have time to think. When you’re drowning in work, you don’t get moments to ponder.”
It felt a little unfair to Jaerim, but it was a brilliant idea.
“…Can I trust you? Are you secretly making other plans with the Grand Prelate and Counselor Jaerim behind my back…?”
Levanfel crossed his arms and leaned casually against the wall, locking eyes with me. His gaze always carried the pure, fragrant charm of white lilies.
“Princess. After showing you this much, do you still doubt me? In this place, I’m the only one you can trust.”
“I’m just confirming for my own safety.”
“Don’t worry. I’d never let anything put you in danger.”
Levanfel spoke with absolute certainty—about something even I couldn’t be sure of, he cut through it like a sharp blade.
“That’s uncertain. People’s hearts aren’t constant—they can change anytime.”
“Hmm. I don’t think so.”
Levanfel gently smoothed my hair with a touch as soft as dandelion fluff. Whenever he acted like this, it felt as if I’d just taken a huge bite of cotton candy—my whole body melting sweetly.
“H-hurry and undress, Your Majesty. We still have to do it tonight.”
Levanfel’s hand, which had been stroking my hair, paused. I’d only asked him to unbutton his shirt for treatment, yet his expression looked annoyed.
“Princess. So my body doesn’t faze you anymore?”
“Huh?”
“Telling me to hurry and undress like that.”
“Oh, no! I just meant—you need to take off your clothes for treatment!”
In response, he roughly grabbed his shirt and tore it open. The thin buttons helplessly clattered to the floor, and his shirt fell apart like gates swinging wide open.
“Have you forgotten that it’s just you and me alone in this bedroom?”
Levanfel tilted his torso sideways. When I instinctively stepped back, his large hand gripped my waist and pulled me forcefully toward him.
“If the Princess wishes, I could take off even more.”
Obsession swirled endlessly in Levanfel’s golden eyes. As if consumed by an unbearable, maddening thirst, he slowly dragged his tongue across his lips.
“…”
Slowly, I reached out my hand. Levanfel, as always, never flinched from my touch—never pulled away or refused me.
Slap!
Instead, I sharply slapped my palm against his chest. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed loudly through the silent bedroom.
“This is my bedroom, you know? If you rip all the buttons off like that, the maids will have a hard time cleaning, Your Majesty.”
“…Ah.”
“And right now, I’m a doctor. Have you forgotten you’re the patient? It’s only natural I’d need to do this for treatment! So, should I stop treating you then? Huh?! If I don’t, you’ll just go around telling everyone you’re drinking again and spend your nights alone in your room, won’t you? Is that what you want?!”
“…No.”
As I scolded him with my hand on his waist, Levanfel meekly replied.
“Then sit here quickly!”
I smacked the spot beside me on the bed with my palm. Though Levanfel looked utterly bewildered, he still obediently sat down beside me as I’d asked.
I placed my palm over the seal mark and, now familiar with the routine, channeled energy into it. The seal faded, and his hair color began returning to normal.
“Princess. You treat me so differently now compared to when we first met.”
“That’s just your imagination, Your Majesty. I’ve always been the same person.”
“Is it really okay for someone to change this drastically just because they hold another’s weakness?”
“That’s exactly why you shouldn’t recklessly reveal your weaknesses.”
Levanfel clicked his tongue, watching me—someone who never yielded an inch.
Once I confirmed Levanfel’s appearance had fully returned to normal, I lowered my hand.
“I don’t want to meet the Grand Prelate again. We won’t, right?”
“Where’d that boldness go just now when you hit me? You’re the first person to leave a mark on the Emperor of the Grand Empire.”
“I’m serious. It feels like the Grand Prelate would know even if you lied to him.”
“You won’t meet him again. Even if you wanted to, I wouldn’t let you.”
Levanfel murmured with a teasing tone and turned his head. Then his narrow eyes fixed on the table.
“…A rat?”
“Oh.”
Right—I forgot to introduce him.
I walked over to the table and pointed to Mew, who was running on its wheel.
“This is my new friend, who’ll stay with me from today. Its name is ‘Mew.’”
“A rat? Where’d you get it?”
“Um… while walking by?”
“What?”
Levanfel stood from the bed and came over beside me to look at Mew, who was spinning its wheel vigorously.
“When I was young, I kept a hamster with my mother in the kingdom. For some reason, seeing this one brought back those memories, so I wanted to take it in. Back then, Mother named our hamster ‘Mew.’”
“…Isn’t it dirty?”
“Peep peep!”
As soon as Levanfel finished speaking, Mew jumped off its wheel and thumped the wall with its foot as if protesting.
“…Do hamsters understand human speech these days?”
“I guess Mew is quite clever… Do you dislike hamsters? Are you scared of them?”
I suddenly wondered if I’d been too presumptuous bringing it without asking Levanfel first. Levanfel shifted his curious gaze away from Mew.
“No. If the Princess likes it, I don’t mind. The more things you grow attached to here, the better it is for me.”
“Since we met like this, it must be fate. I’ll take good care of it.”
Levanfel lightly tapped the hamster house and stood up. Then his eyes drifted to the stack of letters placed beside it.
“Were you reading the letters Jaerim gave you earlier?”
“Yes. I thought it’d be good to at least know who sent me letters… Though there are too many, so I haven’t finished reading them all yet.”
“If it’s tiring, you don’t have to read them. Anyone who sees the Princess will inevitably come groveling at your feet anyway.”
Levanfel skimmed through a few letters.
“…Count Tenen sent a letter of congratulations.”
“Count Tenen?”
“My former swordsmanship instructor.”
“Then he’ll attend the wedding, right? It’ll be nice to see your old master again after so long.”
“No. Count Tenen probably won’t come.”
Levanfel handed me the letter with a bitter expression. Count Tenen’s letter contained an apology explaining his inability to attend due to personal circumstances.
“During the last war before the peace treaty was signed, Count Tenen fought—and his entire family suffered terribly.”
“…Ah.”
“His Majesty the previous Emperor failed to protect his family… After that, he resigned his post and returned to his territory.”
Guilt, for reasons unknown, filled Levanfel’s face.
“These days, he only leaves his estate once a week—and only to buy alcohol.”
The handwriting in Count Tenen’s letter was uneven, like a worm crawling, and the end smelled faintly of strange alcohol, as if soaked in drink.
The mood instantly turned damp, as if hit by a sudden downpour.
To lighten the atmosphere, I hastily grabbed another letter within reach—one Jaerim had recommended, its corner already folded to mark it.
“T-then what about this person? I’m curious who they are.”
I’d simply thrust the first letter I’d grabbed into Levanfel’s hands—
But the moment he took it, his expression twisted instantly into something monstrous.
“…It’s a letter from Viscount Liranef.”
The entire mood shifted abruptly, including his voice.
Gone was the playful or gentle demeanor he showed me, and even the earlier melancholy over Count Tenen had vanished.
Levanfel now radiated killing intent, as if facing an enemy on the battlefield.
A chill ran down my spine, and my body instinctively shrank back.
“Princess. I respect your wishes. But.”
Levanfel tore Viscount Liranef’s letter to shreds—as if wanting to tear him apart himself.
On one of the fragments fluttering to the floor, the phrase ‘I wish to meet you’ stood out defiantly.
“Stay away from Viscount Liranef.”
“…Huh?”
“When I ascended to the throne as Emperor, you heard the rumors—I killed half the ministers, right?”
His golden eyes gleamed coldly. The man from moments ago had vanished.
Now before me stood only a monstrous beast, consumed by its savage, rotten instincts—utterly uncontrollable.
The Leonharta Empire was far better than I’d imagined. And its Emperor was even more at ease.
Levanfel was the first person I’d ever shared my secret with—by choice or circumstance.
The rumors of him locking his bedroom door at midnight and drinking alone turned out to be false, merely a cover for personal reasons.
Amid all the people who’d opposed me until now, I’d finally found someone who welcomed me into their arms—and he’d raised all his thorns solely to protect me.
So I’d convinced myself that all his rumors were lies.
“There were two people I failed to kill back then—and Viscount Liranef is one of them.”
“…”
“He’s a cunning snake—I wanted to flay him alive and kill him for real, but… I can’t right now. Because they said killing him would alter the future.”
“Hic!”
It felt just like the first day we’d met.
Startled by Levanfel’s sudden ferocity, I hiccupped involuntarily. His distant, murmuring eyes snapped toward the sound.
Like a predator recognizing prey, his gaze instantly locked onto me.
I frantically clamped both hands over my mouth and held my breath. But Levanfel’s unfocused eyes remained fixed firmly on me.
“Hic!”
And the inconsiderate hiccups kept coming without end. Levanfel lowered his gaze.
His long eyelashes cast deep shadows. The golden eyes that usually shone like the moon were now solemnly submerged beneath those shadows.
“…I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
His voice was hoarse, as if he’d just finished weeping loudly. Without another word, Levanfel quietly turned and left the bedroom.
‘Of all the letters, why did I pick that one…’
I squeezed my eyes shut.
The man Levanfel despised so deeply he called him someone he must kill.
‘Jaerim must have known. Then why did Jaerim recommend Viscount Liranef to me?’
Jaerim’s words from earlier that day echoed in my mind.
And in the hamster house, Mew stood perfectly still, not even on its wheel, silently observing the entire situation.
Male lead Asks for a Divorce Every Day
It’s not often you come across a plot like this in the female-dominant genre — make sure to check it out!
This is a novel I’m planning to reread as well.
The male lead is strong, skilled in martial arts, and not the usual fragile type you often see in matriarchal novels.
Meanwhile, the female lead is a scientist—rational and logical. Even when she falls for the male lead, she doesn’t let her emotions cloud her decisions.
If you push through the first few chapters, you’ll gradually find the story really intriguing.
It has a mix of mystery, detective elements, and romance.
The author’s writing style is like crafting a puzzle—except they deliberately leave out a few pieces, making it hard to predict what happens next, yet keeping you hooked.
In the end, everything will come together and be explained.
One-sentence summary: Wife, stop playing with beakers and look at me!
In a laboratory accident, research scientist Zhu Wansheng accidentally travels to a matriarchal world. The original owner of the body is an eighteen-year-old only daughter of a wealthy rouge merchant, already married with a handsome young man.
Zhu Wansheng grins: Nice! She always said she was heaven’s favorite granddaughter. After a life of toil in her previous life, she can enjoy blessings in this one.
However, her joy lasts no more than three seconds as bad news arrives: the original owner’s family is about to go bankrupt, and her husband wants a divorce.
Even worse, she’s stuck with a research system full of restrictions.
Zhu Wansheng: ? Is this the destiny of a research dog?
——
Faced with this mess, Zhu Wansheng pours herself a bowl of wine to drown her sorrows. In her drunken haze, her husband arrives.
His figure is imposing, holding a long sword, with a dignified air that captivates Zhu Wansheng.
Gu Yingqing, however, looks at the alcohol-reeking Zhu Wansheng with undisguised disgust and coldly asks, “Divorce or not?” The intoxicated Zhu Wansheng mumbles vaguely, “I think… it’s not… it’s not… impossible!”
——
The next day, after sobering up, Zhu Wansheng is full of energy, rolling up her sleeves ready to make a big move. As for yesterday? She has no memory of it.
Zhu Wansheng is ambitious; a research dog fears nothing!
Upgrading rouge, extracting fragrances, producing perfumes, researching lipsticks… all shall bow to the power of modern technology!
The original owner’s dying rouge shop is revitalized. Her mother is pleased and with a wave of her hand, passes on the family business to her. As she takes control and her experimental results gain popularity, it’s the pinnacle of her life…
——
But there are always those who can’t stand to see her doing well. Jealousy, scheming, assassination attempts – they want nothing less than her life.
The person who has always kept his distance from her suddenly holds her tightly in his arms, eyes full of concern.
She is unharmed, but he falls into a pool of blood…
Zhu Wansheng feels guilty, “I can grant you one wish.”
Gu Yingqing tentatively circles his arms around her, carefully resting his head in the crook of her neck, pleading softly, “I regret it. Can we not divorce?”
Zhu Wansheng: ? When did I agree to a divorce?
[Small Theater]
The newly developed rouge is beautifully packaged, and Zhu Wansheng is eager to try it.
Gu Yingqing suddenly appears: “My lady, may I apply it for you?”
Cool fingertips lightly brush her lips. His Adam’s apple bobs as he leans in for a light bite.
Zhu Wansheng: ?
Gu Yingqing: It smells so good, I wanted to taste it…
On a warm spring day, Zhu Wansheng tries a new perfume: “Spring Night.” Gu Yingqing corners her against a wall.
Warm breath lingers on her neck.
“My lady, from now on, may I test the fragrances for you?”
[Humorous female scientist vs scheming live-in son-in-law male lead]
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