When Klein was glued to Latil and disappeared, only Ranamun and his attendant, and Carlein, were left in the room.
A moment of silence flowed as the disturbance subsided. Carlein, who had been staring at the wall in that state, finally bowed to Ranamun and turned to leave.
“Hold on a second.”
But Ranamun, who had not said a word the whole time, only stopped him as Carlein tried to leave. As Carlein turned his head slightly while showing his back, Ranamun approached him and asked.
“Why did you lie? I clearly saw you coming out of that man’s room.”
Ranamun’s brother Carldun, who had witnessed the scene with him, nodded vigorously.
Thanks to Carlein suddenly shirking, Ranamun had been made a liar in front of the Emperor. As a result, the disagreeable foreign prince swept in and took the opportunity. He was very angry.
Instead of answering, Carlein continued to walk away.
“Answer me.”
But when Ranamun followed and grabbed his arm, Carlein swiftly turned around and grabbed Ranamun’s chin.
“!”
Surprised by the event that happened in the blink of an eye, Carldun grabbed Carlein’s arm.
“Let go!”
However, Carlein easily brushed off Carldun and began to forcibly turn Ranamun’s face from side to side.
“Uh.”
Carldun sat on his buttocks and groaned, then got up with goosebumps when he saw Carlein closely inspecting Ranamun’s face from left to right.
For some reason, he had the feeling that he might kill Ranamun.
However, Carlein did not kill Ranamun. Instead, he let go and advised in a low voice.
“You just have to smile and make up with your playmates at night. Watch your eyes and mouth. It’s not necessary for you.”
No, it was not advice. At his insulting words, Ranamun’s normally cold face turned even colder.
“You seem to want to see whether power or strength comes first.”
The words that followed contained a subtle threat that anyone living in this country would fear. However, Carlein did not blink an eye.
“I can remove your reason altogether and leave you with just a pretty shell. Like a doll.”
The threat that came back was even more chilling, and Carldun looked at Carlein with his spine chilled.
It was really scary when the infamous king of mercenaries spoke like this. But the scariest thing was not the content of the words, but Carlein’s eyes.
‘He doesn’t blink an eye’ is usually not used in the sense that he actually doesn’t move his eyelids. However, Carlein really didn’t blink once.
Looking like that with a pale face, he looked like a real corpse, and Carldun found his brother, who was looking at Carlein with his usual cold expression, even more amazing.
“Remember this, Ranamun. I’m already exerting my utmost patience by sparing the lives of the consorts.”
Carlein, who had grabbed Ranamun’s collar and whispered in his ear, let out a cold breath on his neck, took a deep breath, and then left the room in an instant.
When only the two of them were left, Carldun collapsed on his legs, as his legs gave out.
“The name ‘King of Mercenaries’ from the Black Death Order isn’t attached for nothing. He’s a spinechilling fellow.”
“Get up. What are you doing on the floor?”
“My legs won’t carry me, young master.”
At Ranamun’s cold words, Cardun felt unjustly wronged.
“Aren’t you scared, young master?”
“I don’t know about scared. He’s suspicious.”
“You’re not scared?”
“He doesn’t seem like an ordinary mercenary king.”
“But you’re not scared?”
Although Cardun whimpered, Ranamun, with arms crossed, considered deeply before giving an order.
“Cardun. Ask father to investigate that author. That author…something feels strange.”
[This is the time separator]At that time, Latil returned to her office and ordered her attendant to summon Tasir and Guesta. She was having a headache and thought to leave out Klein, Ranamun, and Carlein, who were involved in the recent incident, and simply delegate the banquet to the other two.
“Ranamun is just a witness, Your Majesty.”
The steward still seemed to want to delegate the matter to Ranamun, but Latil did not change her mind.
“If you put it that way, it’s unfair to Klein too. He’s lost his things. If he’s not the culprit, Carlein would also feel wronged.”
“Do you think Carlein did not steal Klein’s amulet, Your Majesty?”
“There’s no reason to steal.”
When Latil turned to the steward and asked, “Isn’t that so?”, the steward stared at the ground, lost in thought for a while, then nodded.
“My thoughts are the same as yours, Your Majesty. As always.”
In the meantime, Tasir and Guesta arrived.
Both were summoned without knowing what was happening, but Tasir was still smiling confidently, while Guesta was shrinking in fear.
When the two stood side by side in front of Latil’s desk, Latil extended the documents she had prepared in advance to each of them.
“Tasir, Guesta. It’s a bit late, but I’m thinking of holding a banquet to celebrate my coronation. The two of you prepare for the banquet together.”
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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