Just as he had thought, Ranamun was still wide awake. Duke Atraxil handed his cane to the butler, unbuttoned a few uncomfortable and cumbersome buttons on his collar with one hand, and went straight to the study.
Ranamun was sitting comfortably with a footrest next to his desk chair, reading. His book’s title was incredibly lascivious, but if you hid the text, he looked relaxed and intellectual.
Duke Atraxil stood there for a moment, comparing his son with Prince Klein whom he had briefly seen. They were similar in appearance…
“Father?”
Noticing the gaze, Ranamun took his eyes off the book he was intensely reading and looked at Duke Atraxil.
“What are you doing?”
Without a word, Duke Atraxil approached the desk where Ranamun was sitting.
“Was there an issue at the palace?”
Leaning on the desk, Duke Atraxil stared seriously at his son before answering.
“Another consort who will enter the palace with you has entered the palace first today.”
Ranamun closed his book and sat up straight, furrowing his flawless forehead slightly.
“Did they become a consort first?”
“No. Apparently, he has no place to stay because he came from a foreign country, and seems to be staying as an honored guest.”
“An honored guest? Who has arrived that is being treated as an honored guest?”
“Prince Klein of Karisen. He is the halfbrother of Emperor Hyacinth.”
Ranamun quirked an eyebrow.
“I’ve never heard of that name.”
Duke Atraxil held back a retort ‘Have you heard any name?’ and explained.
“He’s not a prince who has been handling national affairs. He probably wasn’t a particularly outstanding prince in Karisen either.”
“Then doesn’t it not matter? A foreign consort would have been brought in strategically for foreign relations. A consort who is dumb and has no advantages except his nationality can’t compete.”
At Ranamun’s firm answer, Duke Atraxil clicked his tongue.
“That’s the problem.”
“Does he have other advantages?”
“He’s very handsome. Comparable to you.”
“….”
“Your nationality is an advantage as you said. Perhaps because he’s a foreigner, he has an exotic charm.”
Ranamun, who believed he was the best wherever he went, hardened his face more and more as his father unexpectedly praised the foreign prince.
However, Duke Atraxil believed he had to judge the enemy coldly and honestly inform him, so instead of comforting his son, he told him the decisive advantage of Prince Klein.
“He’s very cunning. He came today, and from the first day, he was waiting in the corridor trying to share a bed with Her Majesty.”
“That…!”
“He seems to have twelve tails, so you need to be careful. Got it?”
Duke Atraxil looked more worried after speaking, looking at Ranamun. His eldest son had a high selfesteem due to his status, intelligence, and good looks.
That towering pride became a wall. Ranamun could not approach people easily, nor accept those who came. It was as if all his advantages had come together to form a disadvantage.
Meanwhile, Prince Klein, who had a similar level of appearance and status, was a very active fox. If character became an issue, it seemed Ranamun would be pushed back.
“…..”
Then. After a moment of thought, Ranamun let out a sigh and rose from his seat.
“Now that you mention it, I’ve become curious.”
“You’ll see him every day anyway once you become a consort, whether you like it or not.”
“No. Tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?”
Suddenly, what about tomorrow?
“I’ll have to go tomorrow and see for myself what kind of person they are.”
[This is the time separator]The merchant who was the official rival of the Duke of Atraxil maintained complete neutrality in this struggle for the throne and did not aid either Latil or Telra.
As a result, Latil was able to oust Telra’s sidekicks, but the power of the Duke of Atraxil slightly diminished.
Was it due to the shrinking position? The merchant also raised his second son to the rear palace, and Latil immediately gave him the pass without hesitation.
The heir of the pedestal, it was a pass as it was blatantly obvious what intention he had applied for.
Even nobles need money. No, rather, to run a mansion’s employees, maintain dignity, a vast mansion, and knights, nobles needed more money.
Taking advantage of this, wealthy merchants married their daughters and sons to poor nobles to raise their status, and even indiscriminately pushed them into the seats of older remarriages.
But it’s not a nobleman but a royal family, even the emperor’s harem without an empress.
If the baby is born between the emperor and luck, it was a moment for a commoner to become a royal family, and if luckier, it might become the outer family of the next great emperor.
A smart merchant would have pushed his successor.
But the king of mercenaries, Carlein…
Latil stared at the papers of the King of Mercenaries, Carlein, lost in thought for nearly half an hour.
“He’s a bit strange.”
It was hopeless because no matter how much he thought, he could not understand the reason for the application. Why did the king of mercenaries suddenly apply to become a harem?
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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