I could see that his eyes, as he stared piercingly at me, were strikingly similar to mine. My heart felt as if it were being torn at the realization.
“My wife was right, Lorisha. This is an opportunity.”
I finally screamed.
“I shouldn’t have! I shouldn’t have called you father!”
The Count was shocked and stiffened, and I shook him off and backed away.
“Didn’t you want independence? Lorisha, break free from me, my wife, Misha, and fly far away. From now on, fly to where you want with your wings.”
“What are you talking about now…….”
“The Princess is facing the rejection of the Empress. She is isolated like an island.”
What are you saying now!
The Count’s face, uttering words that made no sense front and back, was deadly serious.
“The Second Prince’s life is on the line in this competition. But since the Princess has no power, she can be quietly forgotten. Walk into that whirlpool and survive.”
“Count!”
“Decide where you want to go afterward. By then your wings will be big and strong enough to fly anywhere. A governess is not a problem.”
“…….”
I couldn’t believe the Count was this kind of person.
He wasn’t the calm and rational person the world thought. He was a lion. One that would drop its cubs off a cliff without blinking an eye.
Coldhearted enough to use even the royal family for that.
I flopped down on the bed. My voice had gone out of me.
“The competition is a bloody battle for succession. I don’t know how to act in the interest of Roargha.”
Then the Count spoke as if to laugh it off.
“Who told you to think about that? That’s my job. Lorisha Roargha.”
(This is a time divider.)
My packed bag lay quietly on the balcony. I was prepared to pick it up and jump over the railing as soon as I made up my mind.
But as I tossed and turned in bed, dawn had come.
I went out to the balcony and looked up at the pale brightening sky. The cold air was bracing.
Being of royal servant origin, finding a governess position later on would not be a problem. This time the Countess would not interfere with my career.
My goal is to grow old on my own without relying on others, like Miss Julia. This might have been an opportunity.
But I had studied history. The fate of powerless royalty was miserable, and the servants were those who had to accept their master’s fate as their own.
Survive in that basket?
I decided not to think about the interest of the Count or Roargha. The Count had drawn the line first, saying to take this opportunity entirely as my own.
And in his mind, there would already be a big picture drawn that included me as a variable.
The Count was right. This competition was between the First and Second Princes.
All I had to do was bow my head and survive. It was no different from what I had been doing all along. That fact strangely affected my mood.
I could go back to the apothecary later, but this might be an opportunity I could never grab again.
‘Perhaps if I do well, I might be able to reclaim my dream…….’
I looked at the brightening sky and entertained a wild thought.
‘Take a risk with my life?’
And if I become a maid, like Duke Kaidel, I would be able to come and go freely in the imperial library.
(This is a time separator.)
I stayed up all night installing something and only fell asleep when it was almost morning. Suddenly, I felt a creepy feeling as if a snake had been unleashed on the bed.
I forced my eyes open, and Misha was sitting at the end of the bed, glaring at me.
Wow, what a surprise!
“Misha! You scared me.”
I hastily tidied my tangled hair and sat up to light a candle. Meanwhile, Misha sat still, without a twitch.
When I looked back at her, Misha’s slap flew at me.
“Misha! What’s going on?”
I was too surprised to even swear. I was the one who got hit, but Misha spoke with even more irritation.
“How dare you steal my thing?”
“……Ha!”
With my ears and nose clogged, I just stared at her with my mouth open.
What’s she saying now, this is.
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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