The entire empire was in the midst of preparing for a massive subjugation. While it was initially seen as a subjugation no different from usual, such nonchalance had long disappeared. The unsettling news from the front lines was the reason why.
In contrast to the busy empire responding to the ominous omens that kept arriving, the secret base was relatively calm. It was because Agares and Ludwig were being extra cautious to match the mood of their small friend.
When Ludwig accidentally knocked the chocolate tin while setting down a can of orange juice, Agares gave him a terrifying look.
“Be careful. Can’t you see that our little one is in a bad mood?”
“I… I’m just going to get some more juice.”
If the reason Agares was being stern was because of their little friend, there was nothing more to say. Ludwig picked up the chocolate tin that had flown far away and carefully placed it beside Evelia.
Evelia, who was lying spread out on the mat and drinking the falling petals from the tree, reached out absentmindedly for the chocolate tin and started murmuring about the past few days’ events.
“I made up with my brothers.”
“You did well. They said you were very angry, didn’t they?”
“Yes. The last time I got very angry and ran to the secret base, I think my brothers’ hearts must have sunk. That’s why they forgave me.”
Try being fierce. In the minds of the devil and the prince, a scene passed by of a small chick spreading its wings threateningly, glaring fiercely, and cheeping. The two met each other’s gazes that held the same meaning, and hastily agreed.
“They must have been very scared.”
“Their hearts must have sunk.”
Evelia nodded as if it was a given and abruptly sat up. She planned to pour herself some orange juice. Just then.
“Ah!”
The wind blew and knocked over the water bottle she had set up. There was a superstition that it was not good if a water bottle fell over when a big event was looming. Evelia hurriedly set the water bottle upright again.
“Phewphewphew!”
Only after she had said the spell that was supposed to ward off negative superstitions did she calm down. Seeing how even such an insignificant phenomenon was related negatively, one could tell how much war could wear on a person.
Agares found her intense “Phewphewphew” hilarious and chuckled. Phewphewphew, he rolled the words around in his mouth once.
The child who had been dazedly staring at the clouds for a moment murmured.
“My precious people and the devil are all gone.”
My precious people and the devil. Who would have known that they would scatter in all directions at the drop of a hat because of a small war. Her blue eyes were filled with disappointment.
Seeing his small friend slump her shoulders in a short span of time, Ludwig gently stroked her head.
“It’s to protect my precious person.”
His crimson eyes stared straight at Evelia, as if to say that the precious person he wanted to protect was her.
Agares, who was also setting off to check on Arkan and Cedric’s safety, lowered his head to look at his young friend’s expression. His soft whisper followed.
“And to protect your precious people.”
“…”
Evelia suddenly felt hot inside. It seemed like she knew their feelings too well.
Everyone who was setting off felt the same way.
The reason they were running in the front was not for glory, position, or military achievements.
Friendship, love, loyalty.
It was the foot of a wish hoping for your safety.
[Star Icon][Star Icon][Star Icon]For once, many of the Empire’s distinguished nobles gathered in a spacious gallery. It had been quite some time since the largest meeting room in the imperial palace, rather than the reality where the emperor usually stayed, had been opened.
The faces of those attending were as serious as the topic. Some were genuinely worried about the future of the empire, while others were anxious whether it would be their turn to participate in the war.
The emperor’s statement from the top seat weighed heavily on the officials. Although the content was something everyone knew through rumors, the confirmation from the emperor of a country was different from an unfounded rumor.
“A demon…”
“There have been only a few instances of demons appearing in recent local subjugations, but this…”
“How highranking is the demon?”
Regardless of their rank and position, everyone murmured until someone asked. It wasn’t directed at the emperor, but the answer came from the throne.
“Based on the shape reported and compared with the records, it has been confirmed to be the 19th ranked, Gwe Wan Gong.”
A deep silence followed the emperor’s words.
“Gwe Wan Gong is…”
“Isn’t it the demon known for handling Im Mae Mang Ryang?”
Among the 72 demons, their power varied greatly based on their rank. If it was one of the lowerranked demons, that could have been manageable. But for a demon within the top 20 ranks, moreover the infamous Wraith Prince, even the courage they didn’t possess was bound to wither.
The nobles’ eyes darted about anxiously.
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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