Lover?
“Ah… I see. Not loved, but loving. Ah. Hmm. Right.”
Is it in the present progressive? Latil mumbled unnecessary words, thinking that she shouldn’t have asked.
I’d be better off silent. Why am I saying this? Latil chastised herself and abruptly stood up.
All the while, she kept looking at Carlein. Wondering if he had some explanation to offer.
Carlein seemed to have a lot to say. His pupils were larger than usual, and his lips kept moving slightly.
Okay, say something. Latil deliberately hesitated to give him time.
But Carlein didn’t say anything in the end, and Latil found herself disappointed. Although there was no reason to be disappointed.
‘I know there is no one who became a consort because he loved me. Why do I care about this? We are both profiting from this.’
Latil repeatedly told herself that there was no reason to be disappointed, trying to convince herself. Fortunately, it worked, and she managed to force a smile.
“I see. No wonder. You kept calling her name.”
“Master, I…”
“No, I really don’t care. I don’t love you anyway.”
“!”
“We are…what. A master and a servant. A relationship based on trust.”
Why does he look so hurt when he himself said he has a woman he loves, a woman he is loving right now?
Latil couldn’t understand when Carlein looked at her in shock. Did he want her to love him even though he loved another woman?
No. If that was the case, he wouldn’t have honestly said he loved another woman.
Latil felt small as she kept muttering incoherently. She gave her farewell to save her dignity and left.
After Latil left, Carlein watched the closing door, then returned to his bed, gripped his hair in agony.
‘Domis is the master, you. The one I love is you.’
He knew confessing that he loved Domis would upset the emperor. But even knowing that, Carlein couldn’t describe Domis as someone he ‘had loved’.
Because there was not a single moment when he did not love her.
[This is the time separator]As rumors spread that he was close to the fake emperor, Guesta, who had the best reputation in the harem, quickly fell from grace.
Previously, even unknown palace people would rush to greet him when Guesta passed by, but now they all murmured from afar.
As he got closer, they smiled and immediately greeted him, but as soon as he got a little further away, he could hear whispers.
Tree was furious, but since Guesta kept saying it was okay, he couldn’t do anything about it.
In the meantime, the chancellor came to see Guesta.
“What brings you here, Chancellor…”
Guesta, reading a book in his room, halfcovered his face with the book as the chancellor entered and asked. The chancellor greeted him formally with a broad smile.
“The weather is good. Seeing the warm sunlight made me think of you, Guesta.”
“Me?”
“I thought you were just like the sun from the first time I saw you.”
Actually, the reason the chancellor came to see Guesta was because he heard Guesta was being pushed around a lot in the harem.
He believed it was absolutely wrong to corner anyone, so he came to take care of Guesta.
Embarrassed at the chancellor’s words, Guesta awkwardly smiled and pointed outside the window.
“Then… shall we go for a walk together? You said the sunlight is warm.”
“Great idea.”
Guesta put down his book and quickly walked towards the door.
Afterwards, the two strolled slowly through the wellkept garden in the harem, exchanging small talk. But how long had they walked when whispers could be heard around them.
Guesta, who was telling the chancellor about his interest in gardening but his lack of knowledge holding him back, stopped and looked towards the source of the noise.
Then he lowered his head with a scared face. As if to say, ‘They seem to be talking about me again.’
Upon seeing this, the High Priest became a little angry and deliberately walked towards the murmuring crowd.
“High Priest Zaicin.”
Guesta tried to stop him, but the High Priest strode on. The murmurs of the crowd became clearer as he neared.
“So, is the current situation all because of High Priest Zaicin?”
“Doesn’t it seem so? It’s the High Priest, after all. He’s at the casino, he’s in the harem.”
“He wasn’t gambling at the casino, he was dealing.”
“If he’s a clergyman, he shouldn’t even enter a casino.”
“I also think that all these things are happening because High Priest Zaicin is not behaving like a High Priest.”
However, the people were not murmuring about Guesta but the High Priest. Realising they were talking about him, the High Priest paused in his strides and gave a sheepish smile.
He intended to tell Guesta to just leave, but this time Guesta walked towards them and uncharacteristically flared up in anger.
“What are they talking about?”
As Guesta appeared, the servants knelt hurriedly in surprise.
“All these incidents are all because of High Priest Zaicin? Do not even think or utter such words. This is the work of the evil black magicians, and it’s insulting to the High Priest who possesses the power contrary to them!”
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…
——
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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