“Become my concubine.”
When Challen said this, Casalyn could only twitch her lips, as if confronting a strange foreign language she had never heard before, unable to respond.
At first, she didn’t even understand his words.
But as the word “concubine” etched into her brain and its meaning began to dawn on her, Casalyn’s already pale face turned even more ghostly white.
“What do you mean…”
Casalyn, pushing away his arms as if they were filthy refuse, stepped back a few paces.
But there was nowhere to retreat to, her back only meeting the cold wall.
Challen approached her, picking up and swallowing a cherry that had rolled on the plate.
The sight of the small, red fruit being crushed and burst between his teeth was chilling.
“Why are you so surprised? You must have expected this to some extent.”
“Have you finally gone mad?”
“As you can see, I am perfectly sane.”
“No. You are not in your right mind. If you were, you could never make such a proposal to me.”
“Unfortunately, it’s not a proposal but a command.”
“Please, stop this nonsense.”
Casalyn barely managed to squeeze out her voice, her eyes red with bloodshot veins.
She had just realized that when people are too shocked, their voices fail to come out properly.
“Casalyn. I once said that the Khan Kingdom is mine. The Khan royal family is mine. And you, who stay and work in that royal family, are also mine.”
“No. You can never have me, even if you were to die and come back to life. Do you know why?”
Casalyn continued, forcing strength into her tearful eyes.
“You once had me completely but cast me aside with your own hands. Without giving me time to overcome the hurt. Without even caring whether I rotted away in a corner.”
“…….”
“And now, what, you want me to become your concubine?”
A faint flicker of disturbance crossed Challen’s face for a moment.
But he responded with complete disregard, as if her words meant nothing.
“Tonight, we will return to the Khan Kingdom. I will treat you with proper formality as my official concubine, granting you lands and a title. You will live a luxurious life, envied by others, with royal support until your death. Do you really dislike that?”
His petty belief that he could buy her heart with wealth and power was arrogant and cunning.
Casalyn, true to her usual self, calmly took deep breaths to cool the heat in her head.
“What do you plan to do by making me your concubine? You must have prepared some sort of excuse as a reason.”
“You have crossed a line you should not have.”
“A line?”
“I have warned you several times. Do not get close to Emperor Parnes.”
Challen fumbled in his pocket and pulled out the stolen lapis lazuli hair ornament.
The deep, ocean-like blue of the lapis lazuli sparkled lonely among delicate gold strands.
He waved the ornament in the air, tormenting it as if teasing a helpless butterfly.
“In the Rennel Empire, lapis lazuli is called the ‘eye of God’ and is treated as the highest gemstone. Usually, it is a precious gift given only when the royal family proposes marriage. Surely Emperor Parnes wouldn’t be considering making you the empress. So, there’s only one conclusion.”
He paused before continuing.
“Emperor Parnes intends to make you his concubine.”
“…….”
“You know it too. Rumors that the emperor has dozens of hidden concubines, all living in a secret palace unknown to anyone.”
“And what evidence do you have to claim that this ridiculous rumor is true?”
“I have seen it several times. Emperor Parnes disappearing into nowhere. Sometimes he would ride out on a horse and only return at dawn. Each time, he seemed to come back with large and small scratches on his body. Surely because of his violent and bizarre tastes. How about it? Will you believe me now?”
“No.”
Casalyn responded immediately, without a hint of hesitation.
Challen’s brow twitched, convulsing slightly.
“I’ve decided not to judge someone based on baseless rumors. Just as Emperor Parnes did not judge me based on appearances.”
“I see how you managed to gain the favor of that cold-blooded emperor.”
Challen stepped forward and grabbed Casalyn’s chin.
“With your pretty looks, you probably made pleasant conversation and flattered him. You must have deluded yourself into thinking you could become the empress.”
“Think whatever you want. It’s pointless to explain myself to someone like you. But…”
Casalyn brushed off Challen’s hand.
“You seem to have forgotten that you also have inappropriate intentions by trying to make me your concubine.”
“No. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not doing this because I have feelings for you. It’s to safely monitor you, who might betray our Khan Kingdom someday.”
“Then I should bite my tongue and die as soon as possible. Better to be a ghost wandering this world than to live a humiliating life as your concubine.”
Casalyn snatched the pitiful butterfly from Challen’s hand and left the dining hall without looking back.
As she emerged into the corridor, she saw a familiar pair of feet and white skirt hem disappearing around the corner. It was undoubtedly Rose.
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…
——
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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