Sonnaught deflected Latil’s sword with the tip of his own, moving fluidly. The swords exchanged dozens of fast strikes, too quick to follow with the naked eye.
The knights who were training stopped in their tracks, surrounding the pair and cheering.
Latil, her lips curling into a smile, swung her sword. The moment Sonnaught lunged his sword towards her, she dodged sideways and made a counterattack.
Due to his speed, Sonnaught’s sword, unable to stop midway, grazed past Latil. That was the trajectory Latil had calculated.
However, at the moment Latil was certain of her victory, Sonnaught swiftly withdrew his sword like ice, slicing at Latil’s. Although Latil managed to block Sonnaught’s sword, there was a great difference in their strengths.
Latil’s sword eventually rolled away into the distance. “Damn it,” muttered Latil, to which Sonnaught asked with a smile.
“Did I win?”
“When did you ever not win?”
Latil responded grumpily, picking up her own sword. If someone else picked up the sword for her, there was a risk of an attack during the handover, so she had been trained to always pick up her own sword.
“I make my living with a sword. If I lose to you, I can’t fulfill my role as the commander of the knight’s order.”
Sonnaught’s tone was soothing, yet strangely cunning. Latil chuckled as she put her sword away.
She felt slightly flustered, but maybe due to the hearty running, she felt less suffocated than before. Perhaps Sonnaught’s unexpected suggestion to spar was for this reason.
Noticing her shock about the tomb, he had deliberately encouraged her to move. Sonnaught’s consideration was always like this.
‘Should I thank him?’
Latil sneaked a glance at Sonnaught while pretending to adjust her sword. Despite the running, not a drop of sweat was on his forehead.
Looking at him with wide eyes, he simply smiled when their eyes met. Hesitating, Latil decided to skip the greeting. It was too embarrassing to thank him formally.
“Your Highness, something is strange.”
“What is?”
“You were about to say something, but then swallowed it.”
“No, I didn’t. Are you sure?”
“You were about to say something nice to me.”
“No, not at all…”
Amused by Latil’s persistent denial, Sonnaught chuckled and extended a handkerchief from his pocket.
Latil wiped her forehead with the handkerchief he offered. Even after the running, Sonnaught’s handkerchief felt cool. Latil found it interesting and pressed the handkerchief to her cheek.
“That’s strange….”
It wasn’t as cold as ice, but it was still surprising how cool it remained even after all the running.
“I don’t know what you find strange, Your Highness.”
“Hmm?”
“In my eyes, it’s more strange to see you rubbing your face with my handkerchief.”
“!”
“It’s a bit embarrassing.”
Sonnaught said with an expression that didn’t look embarrassed at all. Latil hastily dropped the handkerchief from her hand. However, Sonnaught was already smirking.
“Please do such things when I’m not looking, Your Highness.”
“That’s not what you think.”
“I’d like to think it’s not, but there are too many witnesses.”
“What witnesses? Hey, you. Did you see anything?”
At Latil’s random pick, the knight immediately replied, “No! I didn’t see anything!” Sonnaught shook his head while muttering mischievously.
“That knight seems to have forgotten that he spends more time with me than with you.”
The knight who had flattered Latil looked at Sonnaught with wronged eyes as if to ask, ‘Then, what should I have answered?’ but Sonnaught only had a ‘tough luck’ expression.
Without realizing it, Latil grabbed her stomach and laughed. Certainly. Sonnaught was the most comfortable among the other consorts, even with their various complaints. Occasionally he was too comfortable, which was annoying.
“Hmm.”
While she was thinking, Sonnaught squinted his eyes, making a strange noise. His gaze was directed behind Latil. The corner of his mouth quirked up.
“It seems the witness isn’t only here.”
“What are you talking about?”
Latil followed Sonnaught’s gaze and looked behind her. In the distance, one of her consorts was standing with an attendant or a servant.
The other party must have noticed that Latil was looking at him, as he bowed in greeting. It was Ranamun. Latil also waved back with a smile.
But her hand had to awkwardly fall back down. Because the other party bowed once more and immediately turned around and left.
“…… That was extremely embarrassing just now.”
“I’ll pretend I didn’t see it.”
“You said it wasn’t allowed because there were too many witnesses.”
“I don’t understand what you’re saying.”
[This is the time separator]When the Empress looked at the Commander of the Imperial Knights and smiled brightly, the Commander reciprocated with a laugh. They matched well. Their surroundings seemed to be bathed in a soft pink glow.
To an extremely unpleasant degree.
“…….”
Ranamun turned around abruptly, feeling annoyed, and walked away.
“Ah, Master!”
The servant, who had been admiring the Empress and Commander Sonnaught, belatedly followed Ranamun.
“Are you just leaving?”
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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