“No, you shouldn’t be here. If you show up now, what would become of me after I went to Ranamun only to receive glares of disgust?”
Latil’s anger surged to the tip of her head. However, she couldn’t let herself be swept away by Hyacinth here.
If he spouts nonsense, the sound of a dog barking would echo in her head as she laid in bed trying to sleep. That would be a loss on her end.
‘Ignore him.’
Having firmly decided, Latil turned around and continued walking down the hallway. She did not look back even once until she entered her bedroom.
Should I say thankfully? Hyacinth did not stop Latil either.
“Your Majesty, you’re back already?”
The maids who had been playing in the reception room also jumped up in surprise when they saw Latil, just like Ranamun’s servant.
They had heard that Latil was going to the harem, so everyone was taken aback, thinking that she would be sleeping there tonight.
“The bathwater isn’t ready yet… what should we do?”
When the maid, Aerendel, asked hesitantly, Latil mumbled that it was fine and closed the bedroom door.
“I’ll take care of it. Everyone, rest.”
Latil undressed, removing the clothes that felt unusually heavy, and entered the bathroom. As soon as she turned the faucet, cold water poured out.
Normally, the maids would have filled the tub with warm water, but today, there was no warm water, no flower petals to float in the tub, and no soft foam.
Latil washed her face slowly with the cold water, patting her face damp.
After she was done bathing and went outside, Latil didn’t lie down on the bed, but instead picked up a book she had stopped reading a few days ago and sat down in a comfortable chair.
She struggled to read the words that didn’t register in her eyes. Finally, Latil couldn’t stand it anymore and closed the book, placing it on the chair and running to the window.
She peeked out by moving the curtain slightly to the side and hurriedly searched for the place where Hyacinth had been standing earlier.
“……”
However, she could not see Hyacinth. Latil let out a hollow laugh. Of course she wouldn’t see him. Then what? Should that guy have stood there for hours waiting?
She let go of the curtain and walked towards the bed, but turned back to the window and pulled down another layer of the curtain.
Unsatisfied, she tied up the curtain cord so it wouldn’t open, and as soon as she returned to the bed, she dove under the covers.
She should’ve just endured it to the end. The fact that she couldn’t resist and ended up peeking through the curtain made her feel stupid and foolish. What’s the use of fighting well in front of him when she does this behind his back?
Being buried under the covers made her feel suffocated. Latil lowered the blanket halfway and turned her head to look at the spot next to her. The spot next to her where no one lay.
When she reached out and touched it, a cold and soft feeling stuck to her hand.
‘Hyacinth left immediately after seeing me. Why do his traces continue to stick by my side?’
After touching the spot next to her blankly for a long time, Latil asked aloud without realizing it.
“When will you leave?”
As expected, there was no response. Latil closed her eyes weakly.
If there were at least one family member by her side, whether it was her mother, father, or brother, would it have been better?
[This is the time separator]The light coming in between the curtains disappeared completely. A dark window under the pitchblack night.
She couldn’t even tell if there was a window there anymore. When the moon showed its face between the clouds, its faint light lit up the window frame just a bit.
‘Goodnight, Latil.’
Hyacinth turned around and went back to the guest palace. He felt pathetic as he walked, and his steps became faster and faster.
She doesn’t even want to see his face. What did he come here for? He seemed to have just provoked her anger.
“Your Majesty.”
However, when Hyacinth arrived at the room where he was staying, the commander of the royal guard was anxiously standing in front of it. The commander looked anxious, unlike if he was about to scold him for wandering around alone late at night.
“Come in.”
Something happened. Hyacinth immediately made a decision and entered the room first. The commander of the guard quickly followed and closed the door without making a sound, and reported in a quiet voice.
“Her Majesty the Empress is not in a good state right now.”
“The Empress? Ainy?”
“Yes.”
Hyacinth frowned, removing the hatcloaked cape that was suffocating his face.
“Suddenly why? She was healthy, wasn’t she?”
Ainy was his political rival, but paradoxically, Hyacinth knew more about her personal affairs than a normal political marriage partner would. And as far as Hyacinth knew, Ainy was extremely healthy.
But suddenly she’s not feeling well?
The voice of the Captain of the Imperial Guard lowered even more.
“She’s not physically sick.”
“?”
“She’s babbling about Prince Hewm having returned.”
Hearing the name Hewm, Hyacinth couldn’t help but chuckle incredulously.
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?
——
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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