If Cassard had been sane, he would not have just watched Ezra roam around his territory even without plausible charges.
Various fortuitous events overlapped, and Ezra took off as if he had grown wings.
In fact, Ezra didn’t even need to try harder.
After spreading the rumor that Princess Erwin was alive and parading around with Plidas, adorned with the jewels of the Ebernian royal family sent by Rudrager, the attention of the Ebernian people naturally began to gather.
However, Plidas’s mood had hit rock bottom lately. It was because of Ezra’s violence that continued unbroken since Rudrager’s victory.
The violence only escalated after even the escorts that Rudrager had attached ran away.
The reason Ezra acted this way was partly due to an inferiority complex stemming from the Ebernian people being more hospitable to Plidas than to Ezra.
Today, drunk Ezra had blocked his entry into his bedroom, and Plidas had been slapped in the face.
Faydan stopped Ezra, who was trying to grab the fallen Plidas by her hair without even screaming.
“You cannot do this, Your Majesty.”
“Why do you make me a villain just for wanting to share a bedroom when we’re getting married? You want to die, Faydan?”
“Erwin has an early schedule to go to the Pioné monastery for service tomorrow morning. Your Majesty has a hunting appointment with the merchants in the evening. You have agreed to participate in the ‘Night of Reneva.’ Do you need to expend your energy while making Erwin unhappy?”
“Ha, me. Thanks to that dogXX Rudrager dying on his own, the work is twisted… Hey, you. Do you know Prince Allen? That bastard is becoming the Emperor.”
The subordinates called Plidas “Your Majesty” as they treated her like a princess, and Ezra, who had been ranting and raging, demanding to be called “Lady Erwin,” was in tears.
The country has perished, and it’s absurd for the princess to be called “Your Majesty.” It’s been a while since he became the deposed emperor.
Even though he was calling her “hey, you” while talking about marrying her, Plidas’s eyes welled up with tears.
The one who was truly twisted was Plidas.
There was no one who knew that I had been an actress for the Emperor, and she was stuck becoming the princess of a ruined country. Furthermore, the reward promised by Rudrager after the play had vanished into thin air.
But neither Garfang nor Rudra had died, and it was not something Ezraine could vent about in front of me. Fortunately, acting was something Plidas was best at.
“Do you think I wouldn’t know Prince Allen? All this time, the Tesia royal family has been protecting me. It would be nice if you learned some manners if you want to ask for my cooperation.”
Fortunately, Ezraine, who believed Plidas’s words, left with a flourish, and Faidan briefly cast a pitiful glance at her and followed Ezraine.
Considering what happened last night, there was no way Plidas could be in a good mood.
With a dark expression, she went out to the orphanage run by the Pionne Monastery and took her place, sitting blankly when a nun approached her.
“You don’t look well, are you alright?”
“Yes, well.”
It would be nice if she left me alone, but I was annoyed when she talked to me. Plidas, who answered in a gruff tone without realizing it, was so.
“If you don’t want to serve food, how about reading a fairy tale to the children of the orphanage?”
“Ugh…”
Why do they pick a fight with someone who is quiet? If I wanted, I’d have thrown everything away and returned to Tesia, rolling on the bed with Rudra. But now I couldn’t.
“Yes, then.”
Plidas let out a conspicuous sigh and got up nervously, shaking her dress.
“I think that dress might be uncomfortable for service. If you need to change clothes, let me know.”
Is it okay to nag at a volunteer like this, even if she’s a nun?
Even if it was a monastery that distanced itself from the secular world, it would have heard that Plidas was Princess Erwin unless it closed its eyes and ears.
Was this nun not afraid of the backlash for treating Princess Erwin like this, who even the local lords would tremble before?
Plidas glared at the nun with fierce eyes. The nun didn’t avoid her gaze and smiled gently. Come to think of it, this was the nun who was annoying from the first time I came to volunteer.
Judging by the fact that she did not use the title ‘Your Highness’ at all, then and now, it was clearly intentional.
“Nun, I have a hard time today, so I don’t need a fairy tale book, but can you lend me a place to pray quietly?”
“I understand. It’s tiring to do something you don’t normally do.”
Is she really a nun?
Plidas let out a snort at the unyielding nun.
“Not something I usually do? It’s my second service, what do you mean by that?”
“Is sitting still a service?”
“No, last time I at least read a book…!”
“Or,”
The nun cut off Plidas’s ridiculous objection and asked with a calm face, even smiling.
“Do you have a reason to tarnish the image of Princess Erwin in this way?”
(This is a time delimiter.)
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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