The Imperial Knights, who were listening to the strategy meeting, also slightly opened their mouths, forgetting their dignity. Was this the solution that came out so easily in this meeting?
“The way from our empire to Terdam, as I mentioned earlier, there are two. But the way from the Kingdom of Geos to Terdam, there’s this river, on the opposite side.”
The war happened within the Arcadia Empire. The place to airdrop food was also the Arcadia Empire. The receiving place was also the Arcadia Empire.
Everything was supposed to happen within the Empire, so they naturally only laid out the map of the Arcadia Empire.
‘The Princess saw beyond the boundary.’
While gently stroking his still goosebumped arm, the Emperor admired her once again in his mind.
Having seemingly completed her task, her small hand that was holding the piece dropped it down and reached towards a cookie. As the closest bowl was already emptied, she reached out farther with a whine.
One of the silent royal knights quickly approached and put the cookie bowl in front of her. His eyes were full of deep admiration.
A smile deepened on Elysia’s face. Her daughter was calm and confident, even when she held the lives of tens of thousands in her hands.
Hugo, who was leaning back on his chair and watching the woman he loved and the daughter who was becoming more and more like her every day, slowly rose from his seat.
“Your Majesty, it seems we have the answer.”
“Ha. As the Duke says, it seems fitting to conclude the meeting.”
The Emperor looked at Evelia with a subtle gaze. It was a greedy look at the talent that would take over the empire, not just the look of a friend’s daughter.
Was it the power of the bloodline she was born into, as she was not very interested in studying, or the result of the Duchess’s hard work?
“We might have a brilliant strategist following the Duchess in the Empire.”
A strategist in the Spirit world.
‘It’s said that it’s hard for wisdom and bravery to coexist in one person, but Artina ignores this as if to show off.’
The Emperor added another Madeleine to Evelia’s plate. How wonderful.
“What is our Princess’s dream?”
Expecting a huge ambition from her small mouth, the Emperor asked with pride in his eyes.
If she wanted to be a strategist, he was planning to gather the best strategists in the world for her, and if she wanted to be a Spirit, he was thinking of finding the only highlevel spirit contractor on this continent to make her a teacher.
The growing dream tree of our Empire deserved all the support of the royal family.
“I.”
Evelia, who had stuffed a Madeleine into her mouth, swallowed it and replied with a bright smile.
“My dream is to play and eat.”
The reception room was silent, filled only with the sound of Evelia gulping down her milk.
Emperor was perplexed by a quite small dream that did not suit her extraordinary ability.
“…What?”
“What did you say.”
My friend Rabbit said something. There was a word. Something like applause. As Evelia pondered tilting her head, Ludwig quietly opened his mouth.
“A bum?”
“Ah! Yeah, that. I’m going to grow and become a great bum.”
“Oh.”
That’s a good dream. In the quiet reception room, only the applause of Hugo and Ludwig echoed clearly. But Carlisle was not easy.
“That’s a good dream… then let me give a gift to our princess.”
A gift? A gift from the royal family? Gold and silver treasures that allow her to play and eat for a lifetime? Evelia’s eyes sparkled. The voice that didn’t know humility and modesty cried out brightly.
“Gifts are always welcome, Your Majesty!”
“It’s a pleasure to receive and welcome you here. There’s the sage who once took care of my childhood education. You’re the one teaching our Crown Prince, aren’t you?”
Cold. Very cold.
“Actually, I’m not really a fan of gifts…”
“We’ll assign you to educate our princess.”
Evelia rolled her eyes, studying Ludwig’s expression. Her childhood friend’s face was terribly pale.
Upon closer look, the cup in his hand was trembling slightly.
This was definitely a recipe for disaster. Evelia frantically waved her hands.
“How could I dare to have the same tutor as the Crown Prince…!”
“You don’t have to attend every lesson. Just when the sage has time, visit the duchy and follow the princess, imparting good words. The princess can flee, sleep, eat, do as she pleases.”
After much thought, Evelia opened her eyes wide and asked again.
“You mean I can run away? And it’s fine if I sleep?”
“Of course! Considering the sage has trained for a long time and can handle the princess’s level of swordplay, you’ll need to take that into account.”
“Swordplay…?”
“Ah, and he can also use basic magic.”
“Magic too…?”
Evelia, who was repeating the questions, opened her mouth wide in astonishment.
‘What’s the difference between preparing to die while running away!’
Damn! I shouldn’t have acted smart!
The old saying, “If you stay still, you can survive,” isn’t without reason. Evelia once again admired the wisdom of the ancients and groaned inwardly.
‘I’m going to fail just a week after declaring unemployment!’
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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