A small sigh-like response came.
“Isn’t it possible?”
When Lacelia asked again, Lescale let out a real sigh.
“…No. I’d like to say it can’t be like that, but… if you say so.”
Were those broad and straight shoulders supposed to look so pitiful when they drooped like that?
As someone who had never seen another man like that, Lacelia couldn’t exactly understand.
But Lacelia thought that the Emperor, who was willing to listen with such an expression while making it, was adorable.
“Actually, I thought it was too easy. Such… a tremendous thing suddenly happening isn’t likely. …I was originally prepared to wait for a long time, so it’s okay. …It will be okay. Probably.”
Upon hearing those words, he became even more adorable.
In fact, they had kissed before, but the Emperor still expressed kissing as a tremendous event.
“Your Majesty.”
“Why?”
Lacelia lifted Lescale’s ears with a swift movement, holding them with her fingertips.
Caught off guard, Lescale froze, and in that moment, Lacelia quickly pressed her lips against his and then pulled away.
“For now, endure this. I’ll give you more later.”
“Ah…?”
Unfortunately, Lescale was too surprised to react in time.
Turning away from his stiffened figure, Lacelia continued, “Now, I’ll change my clothes. Is the Duke’s messenger waiting?”
“Yes, yes. Empress. He is waiting, saying he must hear Your Majesty’s answer and then return.”
“Since time is short, I should move quickly too. Dress me in something simple.”
“Yes, Empress.”
Only when Yvette opened the bedroom door did Lescale finally move.
“Wait. Just a moment.”
Approaching from behind, Lescale pressed his lips briefly against Lacelia’s forehead. Lacelia, momentarily stopping her words due to this unexpected action, stared at Lescale.
“Thank you.”
“…”
“And since I postponed the promise, I have to do it twice.”
It was a typical Lescale remark.
Lacelia couldn’t help but smirk.
“We’ll see about that.”
“What? You’re the one who postponed the promise.”
“I’ve already done it once, haven’t I?”
“No, it’s different. What I did was an expression of gratitude.”
“If you promise to do it when Your Majesty wants, isn’t the promise I make somewhat meaningless?”
“It’s completely different. There’s a huge difference between what I do and what you do. No one can deny this fact.”
Lescale’s gold card was effective at times like this.
With that exotic and brilliant gold card, whatever Lescale said sounded quite plausible.
Lacelia sighed inwardly, feeling somewhat vulnerable only to him, possibly because she was considered his mate.
“I’ll think about it.”
“Thinking is good, but a promise is better.”
“…Then I’ll consider it positively.”
“Absolutely.”
Lescale sent Lacelia a gaze so intense that it seemed burdensome.
As they entered the dressing room connected to the bedroom, Yvette whispered softly, “I think Your Majesty is really amazing….”
“Why?”
“Because you don’t seem the least bit afraid of Her Majesty.”
“There’s no reason to be afraid.”
“No, that… If it’s not like that…”
The tone of Yvette’s whisper seemed creepy, and her eyes looked so tired that it was hard to believe her words.
This time, Serben and Dekan accompanied her.
Serben commanded the Imperial Guard, and Dekan served as Lacelia’s personal guard, escorting her beside her.
There was nothing more to hide, and it was comfortable for each other. Lacelia didn’t need to make excuses to separate Dekan forcibly, and Dekan could naturally stay about three paces away from Lacelia.
“Well… it’s not good… That’s why I mentioned it…”
The butler of the Duke’s residence, who was guiding Lacelia to the Duke’s study, kept stumbling over his words.
It was about Dekan.
The current condition of Duke Pheleion was currently classified information. It shouldn’t leak outside the Duke’s residence, and the fact that the Imperial Guard knight saw it seemed very uncomfortable.
However, it was a useless concern since Dekan didn’t know about the Duke’s status as the Silver Shield. Even if he didn’t see it with his eyes, the Duke’s condition reached the Emperor’s ears through the Silver Shield in an instant.
“There’s no need to worry even about my guard. Open the door. Didn’t I say it’s an urgent situation?”
“Well, that’s true, but…”
Reluctantly, the butler opened the door to the Duke’s bedroom.
“…Please remember that the name of Pheleion is associated with the long and noble name of Empress Lacelia. He, Duke Pheleion, is present. Empress, Her Majesty, is entering.”
Even if she became the Empress, the early butler reminded the Duke not to forget that she was still a member of this household. It also meant that the Duke’s condition should not be revealed outside.
Following the courteous gesture of the butler, Lacelia entered the Duke’s bedroom.
It became apparent the moment she took one step inside.
“…!”
Why the butler was so wary of Dekan.
“Pheleion Duke…”
Lacelia’s eyes widened in shock as she gazed at the Duke.
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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