My head went cold.
Violet and the prophet.
The Violet I knew could never be such a person, so I wondered if the prophet had her enchantment.
I continued to chase clues that it wasn’t her.
It was when I was tied to my seat, unable to move, during the swordsmanship competition. The Emperor and Empress arrived to watch the duel.
‘The prophet is still there.’
The location marked on the enchantment remained unchanged.
It seemed like the Empress came out alone, leaving the prophet behind.
I turned off the enchantment, stood up, and, along with the nobles and knights present, paid respects to the Emperor and Empress, who sat at the highest place.
“Thank you for joining us in the position that showcases the strength of the empire’s knights by pointing swords.”
Soon, along with the Emperor’s greeting and the cheers of the knights, the duel began.
Even though the atmosphere was getting tense, Violet was nowhere to be seen.
“The match between the winner of the Second Knight Division, Sir Elderson, and the winner of the First Knight Division, Sir Winchester, will now begin.”
Suddenly, the final match.
I was watching Violet with a completely different mindset.
She didn’t enter the arena.
Only Hertian returned after searching for Violet.
“The Duke of Sharpeigne came with the Duchess and Lady, but no one in the palace knows where the Lady is.”
I sighed deeply at his words.
“After the swordsmanship competition, I’ll go to the Empress’s reception room.”
I had to go to the location marked where the prophet was. That way, I wouldn’t suspect Violet.
I hoped the duel would end quickly, and at that moment, I was once again looking for Violet.
Passing the Emperor, Cerdith, dressed in a white uniform, walked towards the Empress’s side.
It was the first time I saw him in about two days. Despite claiming to be unwell, his face was glowing. He looked healthier than usual.
‘I put in a message to the Prince’s palace this morning.’
There was no reply. There had been no news, and his sudden appearance here was incomprehensible to me.
The Empress looked at her son with anticipation, then stood up from her seat. The golden dress sparkled in the sunlight, dazzling the eyes.
“I want to send my congratulations to the brave knights of the palace who have joined us in this place, including Sir Winchester, the final winner.”
As she gracefully continued her speech, she looked away.
“But isn’t there something regrettable?”
It was in Hertian’s direction. She laughed heartily and spoke in a thunderous voice.
“How about ending it with a duel between the Prince and the Duke as the last duel? It’s not a formal duel; it’s just a match with swords. As it is a match, the winner will receive a fitting reward. Isn’t that right, Your Majesty?”
The Emperor glanced at the Empress and nodded.
“But the Duke has not dressed appropriately for the match.”
I immediately opposed.
“Isn’t that the same for the Prince?”
The Empress gestured towards Cerdith.
Although it was a formal dress, Cerdith’s attire was inconvenient for the duel.
“Your Highness, you promised not to duel.”
This time, I asked Cerdith, but he did not give me a glance.
Then Hertian gently grabbed my shoulder.
“Madam, I must go out; otherwise, it will not end.”
He had already accepted this situation calmly and held the sword with composure.
“But the Empress will surely have written a letter.”
It was my oversight.
I couldn’t focus on the Empress because of the prophet.
“Nothing will happen.”
Hertian was unusually calm. He seemed like someone who knew this duel would happen.
“Hertian…”
“After this duel, let’s go find the Lady together.”
Hertian smiled gently at me and stood up. At that moment, the Empress’s face lit up with joy.
“Indeed, the Duke, who has tasted war, cannot refuse such a fight.”
“A person who has lost their mind to war doesn’t exist in this world.”
When Hertian replied coldly, the Empress narrowed her eyes.
“Please showcase elegant martial arts without being rough, Duke.”
On the other hand, I felt a dryness in my throat.
Instead, Havel approached.
“Don’t worry. The Duke is not someone who engages in losing fights.”
“What?”
Then, the Empress seemed to give instructions through a maid.
“But Your Highness, the Empress…”
“She used her influence.”
I stared at him, uttering words I couldn’t bring myself to say.
He seemed indifferent.
“Whatever trick the Empress used, the Duke is not someone who fights.”
He looked at Hertian with a stronger conviction than me.
Finally, the dreaded confrontation that I wanted to avoid began.
Hertian and Cerdith.
In the midst of the intense sun, the two faced each other in the middle of the arena. Hertian drew his sword first. The blade he drew towards Cerdith shimmered like waves under the sunlight streaming vertically.
“If we fight with wooden swords, the Empress would be greatly disappointed.”
Cerdith laughed at Hertian’s dry tone.
“I don’t know if that’s what your mother wants or what you want. Anyway, since you’ve drawn a real sword, I’ll do the same.”
He took out his sword from the scabbard.
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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