Hayden chose the most moderate approach possible.
He could overthrow everything and ascend to the throne after killing everyone, but he didn’t like the idea of being seen as a tyrant by Lu. So, he endured, enduring patiently.
Therefore, the Eastern nobles who were crawling up were being pressed gradually, and Carlos Arthur Ingram also left them alone because he needed to organize the Ferzetta Empire first.
In fact, he had been criticized for being slow, but everyone, including the palace courtiers, said he was excessively progressive and very fast. Who in their right mind would do the crazy thing of driving monsters into the Northeast? That was by no means a moderate approach.
Whether he liked it or not, Hayden was quite pleased that the speed of pressing the nobles increased due to the assassination attempt by Duke Moikufel.
‘…Should I go faster?’
He started this by defeating Duke Alanca, the largest in the Alsmonne Alliance. It was surprising that it was coming out like this.
Of course, Hayden knew that it was a hand extended to Viscount Flache and the West, and even the emperor, after thorough political calculations.
It was a very bold signal to ally with the West. The emperor should have thought positively.
However, Hayden disregarded the separation of public and private matters for Rustica Genesis.
“Continuous assassination attempts on Duke Alanca are more of a loss than a gain, Your Majesty.”
Madam Gordieu, the leader of the imperial special secret organization Cabinet Noir, cut in with a smiling face. Already busy investigating the assassination attempt case, Cabinet Noir, she added more work by telling a story that was already known.
“I asked because I wanted to kill him.”
Hayden muttered with a very regretful expression as he received the report.
What did it mean for a Genesis Yeongae, who made such irrational requests, to make a political leader with a cold and pragmatic head? Madam Gordieu intuitively felt that it was safer not to ask questions she didn’t want to know the answers to.
“Well, our Lu is pretty and adorable to anyone.”
The emperor, who had already swept the East once and was repeating executions, title revocations, and property confiscations, laughed in circles.
“But now she is very fragile, so we have to protect her. I wonder if she dared to put a marriage proposal into the marriage.”
A Southern Sage, Your Majesty? Even if she’s a young Sage who has just awakened, is it possible to call her a frightening existence that changes coastlines? What?
Madam Gordieu, who exchanged glances with the palace courtiers, knew that the palace courtiers also had the same thoughts as her.
“Is it the work of Duke Alanca?”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“He has no tact.”
“You’ve already organized Alanca and Moikufel once, Your Majesty. It’s not possible for a while.”
But Hayden didn’t seem convinced. A slightly annoyed and uncomfortable expression briefly flashed on his contemplative face.
To the emperor, what was bothersome was more of a problem. If an absolute existence is bothersome, all you have to do is sweep away the annoying gadflies. The emperor, who had already felt tremendous despair once because of Lu, was slowly turning his eyes to extreme and destructive solutions.
The frightening thing about the young emperor was precisely that point.
“Your Majesty, please don’t forget that protecting the young Sage is the top priority.”
As Dragonlord, who had been dreaming of a long sleep for a long time, was not interested in such storms, he gently pointed out the core. It meant that an environment stable and peaceful for the young Sage needed to be created.
“Who wouldn’t know that.”
Hayden’s voice, replying, was chilling. Everyone inwardly felt annoyed by the annoying Duke Alanca, who was dirty beyond recognition.
Look at how Moikufel is being swept away. Just stay quiet. If you can’t get rid of the old mindset of Eastern nobles yet, just get along with the West this time.
During the victory celebration, many nobles noticed something when Your Majesty danced the first dance with Genesis Yeongae. However, Duke Alanca seems to be excluded from that.
“…The Duke wouldn’t have simply suggested a marriage proposal.”
Hayden, after contemplating for a while, turned his head. The eyes of Lady Gordieu, who was usually unwavering even in trivial matters, subtly shook. In fact, that degree of movement belonged to an unwavering axis, but it couldn’t escape the sharp-eyed emperor.
“Is there something more?”
“It’s just a floating rumor for now, and it hasn’t actually been put into action.”
“Then it’s not a story that the Duke will come forward soon and execute, is it? What is it?”
The gray eyes urged for a nervous answer. Ah, this dirty and miserable business. Those who knew well that those eyes were meekly submissive only in front of Genesis Yeongae began to change their thoughts toward compromise instead of heading towards trouble.
If Genesis Yeongae becomes the empress, wouldn’t things be smoother?
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?
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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!”
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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…
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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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