Of course, she remembered; it had just happened that morning.
“Yes. I am aware.”
“I have to use it now. It’s a pity.”
“It seems so.”
It was half an opportunity created by Rascal, but she just extended her hand. It was the Blue Moon after all.
Rasilia held out her hand.
Rascal, instead of taking her hand, repeated the same words.
“It’s really a pity.”
So what did he want to do?
“……Then hold it later.”
“No, I have to hold it now.”
“Then hold it.”
“……It’s a pity.”
She didn’t know what he was pitying, but his expression made it clear that he regretted something.
Anyway, Rascal took her hand. He first grabbed the finger part, then bowed his head, placed his lips on her palm, and breathed in.
“What…… are you doing?”
For some reason, she felt uncomfortable and a little embarrassed.
As Rasilia twisted her hand, Rascal, with his lips on her palm, softly replied,
“It’s strange.”
“What is?”
“The smell of something other than your own.”
“……?”
“A familiar smell, but not a pleasant one.”
“…….”
The one whose face turned pale at those words was Yvette.
“I, I apologize. I didn’t take proper care of Her Majesty the Empress…… Shall I bring water to wash?”
Rasilia and Rascal spoke almost simultaneously.
“No. It’s okay,”
“That would be good.”
“Ah……?”
Perplexed, Yvette froze in place.
Rasilia, who glanced at Rascal, finally nodded her head.
“Then go get it.”
“Yes, yes, Your Majesty.”
Yvette clicked her heels and hurriedly went out. Thanks to Serben and Ryan, who tactfully left their seats, the Emperor and Empress were left alone.
“……I didn’t realize my hand had a smell.”
As Rasilia sat down in her original singleseater sofa, Rascal naturally perched on the armrest. He was stubbornly sticking to the lie that they used to sit side by side before he lost his memory.
She was conscious of the smell, but it only smelled faintly of tea or sweets.
“My sense of smell is different from ordinary humans.”
Rascal tilted his head to the side, resting his head slightly.
“You mean there’s a smell other than sweets or tea?”
“Yes. It smells like something alive.”
……Surely he wasn’t talking about Pipi.
Rasilia struggled to hold back her gaze, which almost turned to the sugar bowl.
“Then it must be Yvette’s smell.”
“No. It’s not the smell of a ladyinwaiting either.”
Then he really seemed to be talking about Pipi…….
“It’s strange. I didn’t handle anyone else except the maids.”
“It’s not just that being with people leaves a smell. This means you handled it with your hand.”
……He’s sharp.
“Isn’t the seat uncomfortable? If you wish, I’ll move to a wider chair.”
Rasilia changed the subject.
Rascal, still holding Rasilia’s hand, stared at her intently.
“Is it here right now?”
Her heart sank for a moment.
“……Pardon? What do you mean?”
“Did you handle it with this hand? Is it here?”
“……. ”
She had to say no, but the Emperor’s golden eyes seemed impervious to lies.
That’s when it happened.
“Peep!”
Thud!
Peepi burst out, hitting the sugar bowl lid with her head.
“Pe! Pee!”
Fluttering over, Peepi perched on Rasilia’s hand, making a threatening noise towards Rascal.
“Peepi! Pee!”
“This is……,”
Her eyes narrowed as she looked at Peepi.
Rasilia embraced Peepi with her hand as if to hide her.
“I picked up… a bird. It seems like its mother abandoned it.”
“…….”
“I think I will keep it by my side since it follows me well. ……Only until its mother appears, though.”
So, only until the true companion, Peepi’s owner, appears.
“……If you wish for it, I cannot oppose.”
Rascal replied in a slow, very displeased tone.
“I don’t like it, though.”
“Pee! Pee!”
Peepi also stood up in objection.
Rascal raised an eyebrow as if he found it absurd.
“This little one has no fear.”
“Ah……?”
Rasilia was startled as if she understood what Peepi said.
“Pee! Pee!”
Peepi retorted that she would grow up soon. Rascal waved his hand as if annoyed.
“Talk to me once you’re fully grown.”
“Pee! Peeit!”
Peepi gestured, flapping her wings, that he should learn to sit in a chair properly.
During this, Rasilia kept her mouth shut.
“…….”
It was clear. Rascal understood what Peepi was saying.
‘Since it’s a bird of the demon race…… of course, that would be so.’
Another thing to be cautious about increased. Peepi, who broke the sugar bowl lid and ran out, was slightly resented.
‘The only way is to pretend I don’t understand what Peepi is saying.’
Rasilia changed the subject.
“Isn’t the bird adorable? It seems to be practicing flying already. When it grows up, it will become a strong bird that can fly very far.”
“Not really. When it grows up, I can tell its temperament will become worse.”
“Pee!”
Peepi seemed about to say something harsh, so Rasilia stroked her head to stop her.
“Its personality will become more refined, I hope.”
“I hope so too.”
Rascal pulled away the hand that was petting Peepi. Peepi was annoyed, but Rascal didn’t even blink.
He pressed his lips to the back of his hand and asked in a whisper.
“It’s Bluemoon today. You know that?”
“Yes.”
“So I want to ask for permission in advance.”
“What permission are you talking about?”
The sensation of his lips tickling the back of her hand continued to distract her. She felt like she would just say yes to whatever the emperor said.
“Can I sleep in the bed tonight?”
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!”
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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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