The woman was still lying on the ground, her hands covering her face. Tears could be seen trickling from beneath her palms.
But even the woman seemed to have reached her limit and no longer tried to stop the man.
“Mom…right? Dad’s just angry, right?”
Although the body’s host called out to the woman while whimpering, it was no use.
The woman continued to cry with her face covered.
“I’m sorry, Domis. I’m truly sorry. But mom is having a hard time. I don’t want to be with you. If I protect you, my real daughter Anya will die too.”
[This is the time separator]“Domis!”
Latil jerked awake. Her back was drenched in cold sweat.
It was already bright outside, the morning sun was shining, and the sound of people chattering cheerfully was heard, but only here was there an ominous feeling.
It was because of that damned dream she just had.
Latil covered her face with her hands and recalled the name she had heard.
‘Domis. Carlein’s… lover.’
Latil was taken aback.
‘Wasn’t he dead?’
What the hell is going on? In order to calm her confused mind, Latil quickly rushed to the bathroom and washed her face with cold water.
But even as she washed her hair, changed her clothes, and prepared for the day, she could not figure out what was going on.
Even when she went for breakfast, Latil had no appetite because her mind was heavy. Seeing that person’s past one after another was strange enough, but the content was too dark and damp, making it even more repulsive.
Eventually, Latil halfheartedly scooped up a few spoons of soup and gave instructions to the palace steward.
“Count Sablele. It’s an unstable period, so we need to manage the nobles a bit. Give me any invitation that came to me. I’ll go to the party.”
Whenever a party of a certain scale was held in the capital, naturally invitations were sent to the royal family.
Of course, most of the invitations did not reach the royals as they were filtered by the palace servants, but sending an invitation was a duty of the nobles.
Latil had never accepted an invitation from the nobles since she became the empress. But right now, her mood was not very good, so she was planning to go to one of them to be in as bright and lively an atmosphere as possible.
However, the palace steward did not immediately choose an invitation but observed Latil’s reaction.
“Why?”
When Latil asked because his gaze seemed a bit worried, the palace steward cautiously informed her.
“Actually… invitations came from the Duke of Lorde and the Duke of Atraxil. Both parties start at seven o’clock this evening.”
Latil frowned while picking out only mushrooms from her soup.
“Both?”
“Yes.”
“No, why the same day, same time… My god. Did things get worse between the two?”
Latil clicked her tongue in disbelief.
It was of no consequence to Latil whether she accepted the invitation or not. Those who sent the invitations did so out of duty, not actually expecting her to attend.
In contrast, the other nobles couldn’t take lightly an invitation from two prominent noble families.
The fact that both families were throwing a party at the same time on the same day was essentially a warning to ‘choose one of the two’.
“Was it ever this serious? It seemed strange even at the meeting.”
“From petty matters like buying art to major issues regarding the agenda, they are constantly in conflict.”
As Latil clicked her tongue, the master of ceremonies asked anxiously,
“Which side will you choose?”
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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