Yuan was surprised too, but he smiled to reassure the maids.
“That’s right. Henna, you should listen to what I say a bit more.”
“Sleep well in the morning, don’t overexert yourself by squeezing into the luggage cart going to fetch water-!”
The reason Yuan went to a small chapel every morning was ostensibly to get some fresh air and pray, but in reality, it was different.
The pain he endured every night to absorb for Claude’s clean face was considerable.
Unable to vent the remaining pain loudly in his room, Yuan had no choice but to head to the empty chapel cemetery early in the morning.
As an excuse for tending to Oliver’s grave, Yuan released the pain and screamed there.
The maids went to fetch water, taking advantage of the time before the priests came out of the chapel.
“Don’t worry too much; After all, you’re just going as an invited guest among the girls. The Lord said it himself, so don’t feel burdened; that’s what he emphasized.”
The butler Gustaf responded gently.
Lord Leve’s eyes, which had been filled with anticipation, showed a faint disappointment. But it was just about this much.
“I guess you had high expectations. Maybe it’s because of your age, even if you’re originally very shy, you must have some fantasies about the debutante. Especially, if such a handsome young man becomes your partner, anyone would envy you.”
Leve handed a hand mirror to Clad, who was lying on the couch.
“Whether it’s Ranslet or Lancelot, why do wealthy people carry hand mirrors in their bosom? It’s something I can’t understand.” Leve pulled it out and handed it to Clad.
In the small mirror, a beautiful young man with disheveled blond hair was looking at Clad with somewhat dissatisfied eyes.
“Is escorting the ‘Phantom’ Prince also included in the girls’ fantasies?”
In response to Clad’s self-deprecating remark, a subtle smile spread on Leve’s face as he raised his head.
“Make yourself the real owner of Roksenhardt, Your Highness.”
Checking Clad’s face, which was quickly hardening, Leve raised his spirits.
“Regardless of the circumstances. Your Highness is the former ‘Phantom’ Prince who voluntarily stepped down. Officially, in the newspapers, the content we loudly declared was that Your Highness voluntarily handed over the throne to Duke Igor and withdrew. Am I wrong?”
“…….”
“My father and, Your Highness’s step-uncle, the late Marquis Leve, inherited the title and land from Empress Eleonore, who you have returned to. If Your Highness signs the prepared documents, there will be no problem with the inheritance. It’s been delayed for quite a while, hasn’t it?”
“…….”
“If you’re concerned about becoming the partner of the ‘Phantom’ Prince, become the Viscount Roksenhardt. As a viscount, step completely out of the world and live confidently. Wouldn’t that be happier for Your Highness than continuing to be confined to the mansion?”
“Debutante.”
Clad was lost in thought.
“Debutante…”
Leve nodded vigorously, adjusting his quickening breath.
He would invite the ‘Phantom’ Prince to the luxurious Leve mansion, filled with beautiful and sparkling things, while smearing honey on his lips.
“That’s what everyone does.”
Claude, who had been silently listening, muttered like a sigh.
“If my brother-in-law prepares such a position, I won’t stop the Duke from attending.”
“Then.”
“But if I become the wife of Viscount Roksenhardt, as the wife of Viscount Roksenhardt, I’ll have to think about it.”
[Continued in the next message.] Yuan, holding a bouquet of wildflowers, entered the cemetery, only to find an unexpected guest already there.“Honor to the great Yufreese.”
“Oh, Your Highness-.”
It was none other than Prince Bolonico, whom she had briefly met at the wedding anniversary party.
Prince Bolonico, with a pale complexion, greeted her warmly as if they were close friends, handing her a chrysanthemum bouquet.
The place he stood was in front of the unmarked gravestone of her sister, Louise Felièse.
“I was wondering why there was an unmarked gravestone here, so I looked around. And Your Highness?”
“…I came to pay respects to Their Imperial Majesties, the late Emperor and Empress.”
“To do something even the son wouldn’t do…”
Prince Bolonico, with a hint of admiration, raised his eyebrows and placed the chrysanthemum bouquet in front of Louise’s gravestone.
Yuan felt her palms sweating, anxiously waiting for him to finish his short homage.
“It must be frustrating for you.”
Soon, Prince Bolonico’s voice, which had been closed, whispered into her ear as if a snake, “At a young age, dealing with such a monster and an unwanted marriage. Despite trying to forget reality by doing different things, isn’t the unchanging reality despairing?”
“?”
“Bolonico wants to make a good offer to Your Highness.”
Prince Bolonico’s sharp and high nose pointed directly at her. Then, his azure eyes turned dark as they gazed intensely at her.
“How about taking Bolonico’s hand and stepping into a brighter world?”
“…What do you mean?”
“It means becoming Bolonico’s person.”
‘Becoming Bolonico’s person.’
‘Has he been calling himself by his name all this time?’
Yuan observed the prince with a mix of vigilance and bewilderment, not missing the blue gaze that seemed to bend down like a snake.
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!”
——
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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