Around lunchtime, Yustia strode through the corridors of the Empress’s Palace with a rather stern expression. She, of course, was followed by the unwavering steps of her maids.
Her steps came to a halt in front of the Alhyeon Room. As her gaze commanded, the door to the Alhyeon Room promptly opened, and Yustia wasted no time entering.
Unlike the reception room, the Alhyeon Room was decorated with a fairly rigid atmosphere, furnished with only a few sofas and tables suitable for its purpose.
Yustia, first glancing sharply at the already arrived guest, moved her legs towards the main seat.
“Your Majesty.”
Rellia, who was sitting with a stiff posture, quickly stood up, bowing her waist hastily. It was a greeting overly courteous, as if she instinctively sensed the tension in the air.
Just that alone revealed how tense Rellia was, but instead of returning the greeting, Yustia stared at Rellia with an even more piercing gaze.
Only after Yustia took her seat did Rellia also sit down. Despite a moment of silence, Yustia remained silent.
So, Rellia merely considered that Yustia was waiting, just like any other day, for the tea brought by the maids.
It didn’t take long for her to realize the cruel truth of her severe misconception.
“Yeonga.”
Yustia called Rellia with a voice full of coldness. In response, Rellia couldn’t help but shudder, causing her shoulders, which had been stiffened, to tremble.
Despite the indescribable tension filling the air, Rellia made an effort to speak calmly.
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“I have something to ask Yeonga.”
“Please, Your Majesty, ask anything.”
Although she responded with a somewhat assertive tone that could potentially disturb Yustia’s mood, Rellia felt as if she might be suffocated at any moment.
Within a day, Yustia’s atmosphere had changed so drastically. When she conveyed the events at the Crown Prince’s Palace, there was indeed an uncomfortable expression, but it hadn’t emitted such coldness.
What kind of change in sentiment had occurred during that time?
Rellia swallowed dryly in the face of an utterly unpredictable situation. Then, Yustia’s lips began to move again.
“Yesterday, Yeonga did that. When you visited the Crown Prince’s Palace, you heard the Crown Prince mention a strange name. And the day before, the Crown Prince used the same nickname when looking at Luriyan.”
“Yes, Your Majesty. I reported as such.”
Rellia nodded carefully, but the perplexity in her eyes remained unchanged.
Yustia stared intently at Rellia. In fact, calling Rellia again today was to gauge her intentions.
After the time spent with Luriyan yesterday, Yustia couldn’t erase the sudden suspicions that arose towards Rellia.
Yustia stared intently at Rellia. In fact, calling Rellia again today was to gauge her intentions.
After the time spent with Luriyan yesterday, Yustia couldn’t erase the sudden suspicions that arose towards Rellia.
[While leaving the Imperial Palace, severing ties with Evelia and heading to the Crown Prince’s Palace, Yeonga muttered something alone.] […….] [I won’t just let myself be treated like this.]Recalling the words heard the previous day, Yustia stubbornly pressed her lips together.
Certainly, it was something Rellia might have said. Rellia, who originally harbored resentment towards the Crown Princess, had enough reason to foster deep animosity beyond just resentment. Considering she ended up in confinement due to an incident involving the Crown Princess, it was more than enough to harbor deep-seated resentment.
Moreover, she reacted momentarily with a stiff expression when I suggested building a close relationship with the Crown Princess.
No matter how much I thought about it, what Luriyan said when he left made sense.
As Yustia reached that conclusion, she couldn’t bring herself to look at Rellia with a kind gaze.
“Can you confirm without a doubt that there is not a single lie in the story you conveyed to me?”
Yustia’s voice, unexpectedly spat out, carried a strong sense of irony.
Rellia found herself in an extremely bewildering situation. Whether through her expression or tone, it was clear that Yustia was now suspecting her.
Rellia desperately exclaimed with a pale face, “Of course! I only told Your Majesty what I saw and heard! Please believe me!”
“I mean, that you didn’t utter a single lie.”
“How dare I tell a lie in front of Your Majesty! Truly, I have never lied to Your Majesty! Never!”
Rellia asserted her innocence with a face that seemed on the verge of tears. Yustia stared at Rellia with narrow eyes. It was evident from her demeanor that she was appealing for fairness.
In that case, did Luriyan convey uncertain information to me?
Yustia felt a lump in her throat. The rising frustration couldn’t be expressed in words.
Which side’s words should she believe?
Suddenly overwhelmed by a headache, Yustia tightly shut her eyes. After exhaling a couple of rough breaths, she addressed Rellia with a voice soaked in fatigue.
“Fine, I’ve understood Yeonga’s words well. You may leave now.”
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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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