“We’ll continue tomorrow, Miss Roar. Reflect on how to behave according to your conscience.”
I was dragged back to my chamber, supported by the servants. Eria came into the room with medicine.
I winced in pain and barely managed to speak.
“Do they not usually call for a doctor after beating me this bad? Or is it because it’s me?”
“Please conserve your energy, ma’am.”
Now that I thought about it, Eria was also peculiar. There was no advantage for her to address me as ‘ma’am’ in this situation.
“Eria, why was I beaten? Do you know?”
Eria looked alarmed and averted her eyes.
“Eria, please. I’ll be beaten again tomorrow. Let’s at least know the reason.”
“Gasp. Again?”
“That’s what I said.”
Eria looked at me for a moment before resigning herself to speak.
“Apparently you stole Her Highness’s ring…”
“…What?”
“After you touched Her Highness’s ring box, the emerald ring went missing.”
“That damn… so that’s what this is?”
“…!”
I unconsciously cursed, startling Eria.
I wanted to wave my hand to tell her not to be surprised, but one arm was being bandaged by Eria, and the other was just too sore.
I let out a moan of pain.
“So I’m a thief now?”
“Yes. That’s why the steward…”
“I thought it was something bigger. In a way, it’s a relief. Thanks for telling me, Eria.”
“…”
Eria seemed unsure whether to laugh or cry at my response.
I felt the same. I wasn’t sure if I should laugh or cry.
One thing was certain. I was feeling awful.
Did Her Highness Miliora intentionally frame me from the start, or did she decide to pin the blame on me because she couldn’t find the ring that had fallen?
I wanted to believe the latter, but the answer is usually the former when it’s like this. And it’s when you can’t believe what you want to believe that you get hurt.
After Eria left, I lay curled up like a shrimp, lost in thought. My whipped back was swelling, and lying straight was unbearably painful.
I even thought about sneaking into Her Highness’s anteroom to look for the ring. But even if I found it, revealing it would expose my theft, and she would corner me.
Probably, Her Highness would propose a deal: that I forfeit my maid position and leave the palace in exchange for not pressing theft charges.
I would be whipped until no skin was left, then thrown into prison.
I felt like I’d been caught in a snare.
Misha had set me up many times before, but now it wasn’t about the Countess’ persecution; it was a matter of going to prison or not.
I thought, wrapped in gloom.
Rather than ending up in jail for touching the royal belongings as the illegitimate child sent to the palace by the Count, it was slightly better to give up first.
Just slightly better.
In any case, my dream of being a home tutor was once again over.
“Ugh…”
I struggled to get up, my entire body aching as if breaking.
The situation was already messed up, and since I’d already become a thief, there was nothing worse I could become.
“Your Highness, it’s Lorisha.”
I waited for a response, tense, outside the princess’s bedroom.
“Come in.”
As I entered the room, I unwittingly opened my eyes wide, taking in the surroundings.
The golden bed covered with cobweb-like curtains, undoubtedly foreign-patterned bedding, ceramics with patterns I’d never seen before…
The room was exactly what one would imagine when thinking of an extravagant royal bedroom.
The princess looked at me, wearing a thin robe adorned with sparkling lace. Seeing the languid satisfaction in her eyes, resentment rose within me.
It’s like she was a mix of clever Misha and the Countess.
“What is it?”
The princess’s soft tone suggested she was waiting for my submission.
Right. Life has always been like this.
I spoke firmly.
“I did not steal the ring, Your Highness.”
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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