“Your Majesty. Sir Guesta wishes to see you.”
When the call came from outside, Shayte was sitting side by side with Lean, handling work. Lean muttered, “Guesta?” soon realizing who he was and asked Shayte.
“Should I make way for him?”
Shayte was about to say no, but then he considered whether ‘Latil’ would really enjoy her time with her harem, leaving her brother by her side, and changed his mind.
“That’s fine.”
While Lean was making way, Shayte quickly skimmed through a report he had pulled from the drawer summarizing the character of each member of the harem and their connection with Latil.
“Your Majesty.”
Even after Guesta entered the room, Shayte boldly kept his gaze on the report and asked,
“So, what brings you here?”
Even as he asked, his eyes curved refreshingly, giving the impression that he was doing this not to ignore the other person, but because he was busy.
“I’m sorry to bother you when you’re so busy.”
“That’s fine.”
Only after Shayte discovered the phrase ‘Your Majesty was kind to Sir Guesta’ in a corner of the report, did he turn his gaze towards Guesta.
Guesta, who usually wears comfortable sweaters and practically lives in the library, was dressed exactly as described in the report today.
A comforting and simple atmosphere, like the smell of books and dried sunlight, wafted from him. It was hard to believe that he was the son of Lord Rhodes.
A young man from a noble family, lacking the pretense and vanity that young nobles tend to have.
‘He seems like a good man.’
However, being a national scribe is not just about being simple. Depending on the situation, one must wear flashy clothes and be able to handle them. After all, the national scribe is also a figure representing the nation with the emperor.
But could that seemingly pure man handle such a role?
“Your Majesty?”
Guesta tilted his head, finding it strange that Shayte was just staring at him.
“I was looking at you because you seemed to have a good complexion today.”
“Pardon?”
Shayte, who had vaguely covered up, finally put down the report and asked,
“So, what brings you here?”
“I’ve heard you’ve been busy with various things lately……”
“Yes. There’s been a lot to worry about. I’m sorry I couldn’t visit you often.”
“Well, actually, it’s about my upcoming birthday……”
Shayte, having checked Guesta’s birthday and Latil’s calendar in advance, promptly replied without getting flustered.
“That’s right, it’s not too far away? Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten.”
“No, that’s not it. With things being so complicated, I was wondering if you could keep your promise……”
When Guesta stammered and lowered his gaze, Shayte, remembering the word ‘book’ that Latil had written on the calendar, naturally took over the conversation.
“Of course. I remember well, so don’t worry.”
[This is the time separator]Although it was Guesta’s birthday, Shayte did not hold a separate celebration. Instead, on the day before his birthday, he sent a messenger to Guesta to say that he was allowed to invite his family and friends into the harem and have fun if he wanted.
But since Guesta declined, saying ‘I don’t want to be noisy in the palace where it’s chaotic’, Shayte called Guesta to the restaurant personally around six in the evening on his birthday.
There, as they had dinner together, Shayte gave him a few valuable books he had prepared as a gift. All the books were either old books or rare editions, and Guesta, who loved books, would be happy to receive them.
“Here, the book I promised.”
When Shayte offered the book, Guesta briefly widened his eyes and looked down at it. He seemed quite surprised.
Are there too few books? Does he not like this book? As Shayte thought for a moment, Guesta soon grinned, his eyes curving. His smiling face was shining brightly like a star.
“Thank you, Your Majesty.”
As Guesta, hugging the book wrapped in thin and transparent paper, expressed his thanks, Shayte nodded, thinking ‘this should be enough’.
“I’ll hold a grand party for your birthday next year. This time we’ll keep it simple, so don’t take it too seriously.”
“I’m more than happy.”
As Guesta, who bowed in thanks, stepped back, Shayte unfolded the document he had been examining until Guesta arrived back on the desk.
Guesta couldn’t hide his joy as he hurriedly returned to the harem. Having received solid reports that Guesta had left touched, Shayte put the matter to rest and began to ponder matters concerning Tylla.
Neither Shayte, nor the one who reported Guesta’s reaction to him, knew this. As soon as Guesta had entered his room in the harem, his innocent and clear smile, which had been on his face all along, abruptly stopped.
“Master, did you have a good trip?”
Tree, Guesta’s manservant, while constantly placing a large vase that reached up to a person’s waist, a birthday gift sent by a duchess to her son, here and there, turned his head smiling widely as he sensed someone’s presence.
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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