He looked back at Asha, wanting to say a word to her, but closed his mouth and followed the knight.
No words would comfort her now, being from the ethnic minority.
Especially if there would be torture later.
He had wanted to enjoy a date with Vanessa for once…….
Walking forward, only looking ahead, his expression was grim as death.
Asha couldn’t be still, filled with anxiety and impatience.
She couldn’t know what he was thinking, doing such a thing, but she could intuitively feel that this would lead to a bad outcome.
(This is a time separator.)
Karaf descended into the underground dungeon with the knights.
Inside the iron bars, a man was hanging miserably, his hands tied together to the ceiling.
Looking at the man’s hair color, Karaf thought of someone and briefly frowned.
A subordinate, who was interrogating, looked back at him and bowed,
“Your Majesty, you have arrived.”
“……Yes.”
Karaf entered the cell leisurely and asked,
“You dared to plot against Vanessa and me. Are you the one?”
“…….”
“Lift your head. Let’s see how remarkable your face is.”
Karaf roughly dragged a chair in front of the man and sat arrogantly, legs spread wide, resting his arms on the back.
The man lifted his head slightly.
At first, it looked gray due to the darkness, but upon closer inspection, it was a mixed grayishbrown.
Between his sweatsoaked hair were vivid blue eyes.
Karaf smirked and said,
“You resemble him quite a bit. Are blue eyes a sign of betrayal?”
“……I am different from Sir Sairon.”
At the sudden mention of that name, Karaf’s face hardened.
“……What?”
The man’s blue eyes flared as he spoke,
“I am different from him, who was swept away by a moment of passion and abandoned his cause, merely cursing you before dying…… A disgrace to our race!”
At that moment, a chair was violently hurled at him.
“Ugh…….”
Karaf had suddenly stood up and kicked the chair.
The surrounding knights were slightly taken aback, but their faces also turned hard with anger.
They knew well that many knights in the palace had died because of that incident.
“Hahaha……. How can I not hate the ethnic minority?”
Karaf laughed like a madman, then calmly said,
“Durant.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“Bring me the whip.”
Durant handed him the whip, his eyes wide with a terrible expression.
Karaf leisurely played with the whip and said,
“To you, my curse seems to be merely ‘a moment of being swept away by emotion’……”
“Do you think you can rule the empire as you wish, alive to the end? No! You will wither and die without ever blossoming. For there is no one in this world who can lift the curse that has befallen you……!”
Karaf’s red eyes flickered with madness.
“……I will show you a tenth of the pain I feel.”
As he finished speaking, he mercilessly and roughly lashed the whip.
For a while, the damp and heavy underground dungeon was filled with the cruel sound of the whip and the moans of agony.
(This is a time divider.)
Returning quietly to her room, Asha was able to learn the news by listening to the chatter of the servants.
The ethnic minority imprisoned in the dungeon was said to have disguised themselves as servants working at the palace on the feast day, and prepoisoned the cup that Karaf would drink.
Moreover, considering that another assassin was hidden among the women just in case, it could be said that it was a meticulously prepared plan to assassinate the royal family.
Not only did they try to kill the emperor but the empress as well, so they will not likely leave this place alive…….
But as Asha eavesdropped on the servants’ conversation, her eyes widened at the story that she knew the man who had cursed Karaf.
“……Well, they say that spy spoke blasphemously to His Majesty. That there is no one in this world who can lift His Majesty’s curse or something like that…….”
“Is His Majesty still interrogating him?”
“Ah, Lady Vanessa…….”
The servants who had been chattering among themselves looked down at the floor and rolled their eyes here and there upon discovering Asha.
The story that the empress was the only one who could lift his curse was already spread throughout the empire.
Perceiving what they were thinking, Asha’s expression became serious.
The fact that the man had said such a thing meant that he knew how to lift the curse.
Karaf would probably torture him without killing him until he found out the way…….
As she expected, Karaf, who had interrogated the spy all day, returned to his bedroom only when night fell.
He brushed back his hair with a tired face and suddenly discovered the bloodstains on his uniform.
As if something dirty had gotten on it, he frowned and irritably threw his clothes onto the floor.
Sensing that his mood was very bad, the chief servant quietly picked up the uniform and tried to withdraw.
But then, he asked out loud.
“……Vanessa.”
Without looking in that direction, he asked, and the chief servant promptly and politely replied.
“I heard from the servants that she has been resting in her room all day.”
“I see…….”
Karaf’s eyelids lowered slightly.
He must have been continuously uneasy after hearing the minority’s story.
Perhaps the news that I had tortured him so cruelly had reached her as well…….
Fatigue rushed over him, and Karaf went into the bathroom and quickly washed the bloodied body.
Feeling unwell, he went to bed earlier than usual, and that night, he had a nightmare.
(This is a time divider.)
In the middle of a clearing in the rainpouring forest, Karaf stood alone.
Around him, knights were lying down bleeding, and the last remaining Duran blocked his way, thrusting his sword into the ground and taking rough breaths.
The whole area was filled with blood washed away by the rain.
Karaf reached out with a trembling eye and said.
“Duran…….”
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!”
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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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