Latil pressed her temples, trying to recall the conversation she had heard as accurately as possible.
Fortunately, since the story was so shocking, not only the conversation at the time, but even the feeling of being wronged when hearing it, came to mind vividly.
“Why did you let me become the Empress, brother? No, initially it was you who pushed me to become the Empress! Did you start this plot from then?”
“I wasn’t sure you were a candidate before you ascended the throne.”
“You still can’t be sure about the Lord now, so what’s the meaning of not being sure about the candidate!”
“Only after Leon became a disciple of the Great Sage and went to the temple, he heard exactly what the omen of the Lord was, and thought that you were likely to be the Lord.”
She thought this part was strange at that time. She was in a state of ‘can’t be sure of the Lord candidate’ at that time, and now it was a state of ‘can’t be sure of the Lord’.
It sounded similar, but before, Leon gave up the throne to Latil to ascend the emperor, and later Leon took away everything from Latil, for the sake of the nation.
“It seems to be you.”
“Did you take my letters sent to you?”
“No, it’s not that!”
When Latil suddenly stopped and fell into thought in a daze, and muttered in a trembling voice, Hyacinth looked worried.
Latil turned her head sharply and stared at his gray eyes.
“It was you.”
“What are you talking about?”
“The one you confused with me!”
Hyacinth frowned.
“Leon confused you and me? Did we… look that similar?”
“We were always together! Continuously!”
Hyacinth still didn’t understand what Latil was talking about because he didn’t know the exact circumstances.
But he noticed that Latil was in pain as she recalled something. He also knew that Leon was involved.
“Ha. I’m really going crazy. When did you start planning this.”
Latil clenched her fists and bit her lips. Her shoulders were shaking and her eyes were tightly closed. What on earth is the ‘condition of the Lord’ that Leon found out…
“And then he got so angry that Hyacinth betrayed me? Comforted me when I was in pain because of Hyacinth? After severing the connection between me and Hyacinth?”
“Latil?”
“It’s you, brother.”
“What are you talking about?”
“It was our side that intercepted your letter. It was you, brother.”
Although it’s not certain yet, there was no one who could do it except Leon. Leon was the crown prince when he intercepted Hyacinth’s letters. Latil was a highranking but ordinary princess.
If it was Leon, he would have had the power to intercept the letter and hide it. And a reason to hide it.
‘Whether I’m the Lord or Hyacinth is the Lord, brother would have wanted to prevent us from getting married.’
If Hyacinth is the Lord, for his younger brother. If the younger sister is the Lord, to keep her within his territory for observation.
As Latil wiped away the tears that welled up in her eyes with her palm, she glanced at Hyacinth and was startled. Because Hyacinth’s expression was one she had never seen before.
His mouth was tightly set, but his eyelids were trembling. The gray pupils, which had been warm as evening clouds every time they looked at Latil, seemed precarious as if they contained a storm.
Latil opened and closed her mouth several times. She couldn’t think of anything to say to him.
What would have happened to the two if Hyacinth and Latil had been in touch all the time?
This was a story that Latil could not know either. There were many possible directions.
Latil could have asked her father for help and sent an army to sponsor Hyacinth, and Hyacinth could have apologized to Latil saying he desperately needed the Duke’s power and said goodbye.
A better farewell. A farewell in a state of mind that is more organized.
Either way, it would have been better than hearing about Hyacinth’s wedding a few years later.
“Really… son of a bitch.”
[This is the time separator]Good news was delivered right after the bad news. When she returned to the guest room, a Black Forest assassin sent by Tasir was waiting with a letter.
Ice and Muscles also know the truth. (Actually, Muscles didn’t know, but I told him. Please give me extra points) I will make the imposter uninterested in your fishing grounds. Please let me know if there’s anything you need to direct. I miss our flatfish.
Latil stared blankly at the letter, and the Black Forest assassin quickly explained.
“You have replaced the names with codes in case this letter gets lost.”
‘So Ice is Ranamun and Muscles is the prime minister. The fishing ground is the throne? But why am I a flatfish?’
When Latil glared, the Black Forest assassin shrank back, glancing nervously at Carlein.
He must have had a tough time when he tried to attack Carlein before.
“I… flatfish.”
When Latil stared sharply, the Black Forest assassin quickly continued.
“The leader asked you to include a code in your reply as well.”
“I see.”
Latil firmly replied and quickly wrote a response on a small sheet of paper.
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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