However, the side that needed contact was Rascal. Therefore, he had to tolerate the Empress wielding contact as a weapon and ruling the palace at her will.
On the other hand, the Empress wanted Rascal. Precisely, she wanted Rascal to look at her as a fated companion. She did not hesitate to attract Rascal’s attention with things like a suicide fuss over a subject to avoid.
Unfortunately, Rascal had no interest in the Empress. Even when tormented by Bluemoon’s pain, he did not attempt to force contact with the Empress. He said he didn’t even feel like it.
So what happened today was shocking.
“You have to believe it even if you can’t. It happened anyway. And this must be it?”
Liyan, who had sat down near the couch where Rascal was asleep, said.
Serben, in the meantime, had pulled a single sofa over and placed Rascal’s outstretched legs on the armrest.
“That? What?”
“I mean suddenly sleeping. It’s right that the body is recovering, isn’t it?”
“It must be.”
Liyan carefully lifted Rascal’s sleeve.
“It’s really amazing. It’s all gone now.”
“What? So soon?”
“Yes.”
Serben also approached and looked inside the sleeve. There was no trace of the scales that had protruded.
When Bluemoon came, and traces of mutation occurred, Rascal fell asleep as if dead.
It was understood to happen inevitably in the process of coping with the magic in a human body.
“There’s never been a time when the mutation disappeared so quickly, and without any pain.”
“That’s right.”
“Then was I wrong to think that Her Majesty the Empress is cheating?”
Serben rubbed his chin at Liyan’s question.
“Well……. I don’t know what Her Majesty the Empress is thinking. I only know that she is a twisted wicked person.”
“Who could understand Her Majesty the Empress……. Ah, it’s more infuriating if it’s not a scam? Then it means she’s been ignoring contact all along even though she could have? Why on earth?”
“Um……. Because that’s all she has?”
“Huh? What does that mean?”
Serben spoke with a furrow in his brow.
“I’m not really sure…… But Her Majesty the Empress wasn’t like that from the beginning, was she? Remember? She was eagerly lurking around the Emperor’s palace early in the marriage. She changed her attitude because you showed no interest. If we’re to judge by that, wouldn’t it be out of spite? The only thing Her Majesty the Empress can wield is actually contact. If not even that, Her Majesty the Empress has no reason to exist in the palace.”
“Uh……? That makes sense. You’re a little smart today.”
“No need to.”
“So, has Her Majesty the Empress, who was wicked and gloomy but actually suffered from a lack of affection, mended her heart now? Why today… Wait,”
Riyan pinpointed something.
“No, no. Her Majesty the Empress still tried to avoid contact today. She tried to dodge, but Your Majesty forcibly caught her.”
“Ah, that’s… Come to think of it, that’s right.”
“She didn’t even try that much before.”
“That’s true. She even hated the brushing of clothes.”
“Perhaps Her Majesty the Empress has been real all along, and Your Majesty has just realized it now.”
“Hmm.”
Serben was lost in thought.
“Could that be? Destiny’s companions are a pair from birth. They say you can feel it at first sight. Could you not recognize it for four whole years? That’s why we originally thought Her Majesty the Empress was a fraud.”
“It must be related to amnesia, anyway.”
Riyan’s eyes sparkled.
“Think about it. Even though Her Majesty the Empress has feigned various illnesses every Blue Moon, amnesia is a first. Why specifically amnesia? Even if it’s a feigned illness, it’s too much of a lie, isn’t it?”
“That’s true. I was curious about that too.”
“Besides, in my eyes, Her Majesty the Empress looked different today. Coming in her nightclothes. Even when causing a suicide commotion, she was perfectly dressed. Wasn’t her personality one that couldn’t bear to show her imperfect self, even in death?”
“I completely agree with that.”
“So amnesia must be the problem.”
Serben, who had been thinking for a moment, frowned.
“But no matter how I think about it, it doesn’t make sense. Who suddenly gets amnesia while sleeping?”
“I didn’t say it was real. There must be a reason why it has to be amnesia.”
Riyan grinned and sprang up.
“Anyway, so I’m going to clear out for now.”
“What? Where are you going?”
“I’m too worried about Her Majesty the Empress who lost her memory.”
Serben clicked his tongue.
“Worry, what worry? You mean you’re going to dig up information.”
“Even if I don’t, there are those who report every move of Her Majesty the Empress to Your Majesty. There’s no difference if I join in.”
Riyan tapped Serben.
“You’ll want to know too. Just close your eyes and cooperate.”
“……Damn, I can’t say no. Then go carefully. Don’t forget that Her Majesty the Empress hates you. If you’re caught, His Majesty will have a headache.”
“If we’re counting on hate, Her Majesty the Empress can’t catch up with me. I won’t get caught, never.”
Riyan, dangling his waist sword, left the office where Lescar was sleeping.
Chirr!
Inside the room, clothes were lined up without end.
Rasilia looked at the mountainlike pile of clothes hanging on the hanger, slightly opening her mouth in a bored manner.
“I’ve brought all the new clothes. Please choose, Your Majesty the Empress.”
Everyone in the Empress’s palace knew that the Emperor of Eliaden wasn’t a loving husband who would say such sweet things to meet in the evening.
The maids of the Empress’s palace were those who had watched the Empress’s antics over the past four years to the point of boredom, and sometimes with trembling fear.
The Empress resented the indifferent Emperor, and, full of resentment and sorrow, she turned to evil, and on the Blue Moon when the Emperor needed her, she locked her door.
It was all desperate craving, but the Emperor never once looked at the Empress.
So on today’s scheduled evening meeting between the Emperor and the Empress, all the maids and palace people in the Empress’s palace were on edge, their shoulders aching with tension.
If there was even a small mistake in dressing up today, no one would be able to handle the temper that the Empress would throw.
“It’s too much. I’d like you to pick something appropriate.”
However, the Empress, who should have driven them like catching a mouse, was strangely calm.
“Did you ask to choose?”
Lady Pashad, the first maid, asked, seeming to stumble over her words slightly.
“It would be nice.”
“Ha, Haona… How could I dare… How could I? It’s not something I can do, Your Majesty the Empress.”
Lady Pashad quickly retreated.
If anything went wrong with tonight’s meeting, the Empress would certainly blame it on the wrong choice of dress. She didn’t want that to be her fault.
“You mean you don’t want to do it.”
Rasilia read the awkwardness in the Lady’s demeanor.
Even if she didn’t know what the Empress would have been like, Rasilia had no intention of forcing an unpleasant task on someone else.
“Then this will do.”
Rasilia pointed to one dress.
In fact, all the Empress’s clothes were so ornate that it was difficult to pick one easily.
Rasilia chose a garment that seemed the least adorned among the endless options. She liked that it didn’t appear to be the sort that would cinch the waist so tightly that it would puff up the chest, to the point where it seemed suffocating just to look at it.
“You, you’re going to wear this?”
The faces of the maids who confirmed the dress Rasilia had chosen turned pale.
“This, this is…….”
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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