“Leave it. Ryan will take care of it. Even if the Delartan is injured, don’t allow them to stay within the empire. It’s more convenient to move with magic.”
“I will follow your command, Your Majesty.”
Their conversation came to an end.
As if seizing that gap, a new incident erupted.
“Your Majesty.”
The Southern Imperial Guards, together with the butler of the Duke, approached.
“Sir Jaza is requesting an audience with Her Majesty for urgent matters.”
“…What?”
Lescale’s golden eyes, without hiding his displeasure, turned towards the butler.
Already pale-faced, the butler knelt and clung to the Royal Guard as if he was about to collapse.
“H, Her Highness has awakened! But that is…!”
The dying Duke Pielion had awakened.
The butler, who had looked around the duke one more time before falling asleep, found out that he had awakened before he fell asleep.
However, it was a sight that was simply unbelievable.
Lescale had been holding back the entire time, but La Silia descended from the bed.
Wearing a thick gown over her nightclothes and slippers, La Silia left the bedroom.
While La Silia was heading towards the Duke’s bedroom with faster steps than usual, Lescale guarded her side and instructed Serben to bring another gown.
“What is this…?”
The bedroom she headed to, without caring about her appearance, was empty. Serben calmly speculated that the Duke had gone to the study, following the direction the door opened.
So, she headed back to the study.
The study was also empty.
Instead, what was left was a letter that seemed hastily written by the Duke.
“The handwriting matches that of His Grace.”
The butler confirmed it.
The contents of the letter were surprisingly simple.
He stated that he would be away from the Duke’s residence for a while.
He would send a letter when there were instructions.
No one else could replace the Duke’s orders.
Especially, he emphasized that he would not allow the intervention of the Empress. He asserted that she was not the heir of the Pielion family but an integral part of the imperial family.
“This is an incredibly strange content.”
Serben said, blinking his eyes. His forehead had unintentionally wrinkled.
“Is it possible for someone in a state of such fragility that he is waiting for death to suddenly wake up, leave a single letter, and disappear without anyone noticing? Is that possible?”
No one thought it was possible. It was too unbelievable.
“Can’t you confirm it with your magic? Whether this was really written by Duke Pielion.”
Decan looked at La Silia in response to Serben’s suggestion.
“If you allow me, I will use my hands.”
“I allow it.”
Decan, who received the letter from La Silia’s hand, recited a short incantation.
“…It was indeed written by Duke Pielion. There are no traces of any other human.”
After the magic was finished, Decan said this, and the Duke’s butler nodded vigorously.
“I know His Grace’s handwriting very well. What His Grace left behind is undoubtedly authentic.”
Therefore, it made even less sense.
Decan and La Silia visually confirmed the Duke’s condition. The Duke was not only in a state where he couldn’t remember what a pen was, let alone write a letter.
“When Duke Pielion woke up, he said something was strange. What exactly was it?”
La Silia asked the butler.
The butler, now with a much calmer complexion, straightened his posture.
“That… He suddenly seemed too prosperous that it seemed unreasonable.”
“Was that all? Then why did you urgently come to me?”
“Because Your Grace got up from bed… and just stood there. I couldn’t get an answer when I asked, so in a moment of surprise, I thought something was wrong and felt that I should immediately inform Empress. I realize now that it was a rash judgment. Please forgive me, Your Majesty.”
That was how it was.
The Duke suddenly bounced off the bed, startling the butler as if he were about to faint. Standing on the floor with both feet, the Duke’s eyes looked extremely dim. Despite calling him several times, he only stared without responding.
Then, when the Duke slightly parted his thin lips, the butler was seized with the terror that he might be bitten.
So he ran out as if he were crazy. At that moment, the only thought was that he might die of fear.
However, now that he confirmed the Duke’s usual handwriting, he thought he had been startled and had absurd thoughts.
Above all, since he wrote such a clear letter, the Duke must be in a perfectly normal state.
The butler, down to his bones, was a person of the Duke’s house. He was trained not to make any remarks that could harm the Duke’s honor, even by mistake.
“Think again and answer. Are you sure there was no problem?”
“Of course, Your Majesty the Empress.”
The butler even believed that there was nothing wrong with the Duke. If so, there would be nothing wrong with the Duke either. It would be the same as before.
“As you may have noticed from the letter, His Grace is in a very clear state, as usual.”
Whether it was just the wind or real, the butler no longer made a distinction.
He just believed.
“Then why did the Duke suddenly leave the Duke’s residence?”
“It is an unreasonable question that I cannot answer, Your Majesty the Empress. It must have been His Grace’s will, so I will only follow.”
The butler politely bowed.
“Please allow me to retire. Since His Grace has officially vacated the mansion, there are many tasks left for this humble body.”
“…Then. I will allow it.”
There was no trace of falsehood in the butler’s demeanor. As La Silia nodded, the butler left the study.
“Could he be hiding something?”
Decan cautiously spoke up.
“Well……. It’s an unbelievable situation, but there’s no sign of falsehood from him.”
“Hmm. Then did Duke Pielion suddenly recover?”
“No.”
Lescale spoke up.
Decan and La Silia both looked at Lescale at the same time.
“Your Majesty? Do you see something?”
“Not yet. But something is strange.”
Lescale quickly swept his finger over the desk where the Duke supposedly wrote the letter.
“There seems to be a hidden scent.”
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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