The saint’s blue eyes shone brightly.
“If I become friends with everyone, I can give happiness to all, can’t I?”
The story of Johan disappeared between the words ‘everyone’ she uttered.
‘As if there’s not a trace of malice.’
If she showed even a hint of emotional injury, she would become a sensitive woman clinging to her husband.
The priest next to the saint interjected.
“Given the saint’s status, we request a meal similar to that of Duchess Blanchet.”
The servants, including Betty, froze awkwardly.
At the moment I was about to step forward, Patricia answered with an emotionless face.
“Do not worry. The House of Blanchet never treats its benefactors negligently.”
“It’s fortunate then. The saint cannot eat food if it lacks sincerity in ingredients or is even slightly improperly cooked. We entrust this to you.”
The request was in polite tone, but there was a rudeness as if everything had been left to the servants.
“Then I will guide you to the banquet hall. Would you like to move separately with the saint to prepare for the banquet, Madam?”
Patricia simply nodded without finding worth in replying, and gave me a brief moment to rest.
‘I’ll see her soon anyway.’
The saint was the first to rise from her seat. But there was one strange thing.
‘No one is escorting the saint?’
Around me, the knights of the House of Blanchet were there to protect me, the duchess. But no one stepped forward to escort the saint.
‘From a knight’s perspective, escorting a lady of the saint’s stature would be a great honor.’
Everyone seemed reluctant to escort the saint, even if they didn’t show it openly.
Before I could assign someone, the priest hastily summoned the mansion’s servant to escort the saint to the banquet hall.
‘Is that why they dislike her?’
I went upstairs to change into a new dress for the banquet.
It was an elegant dress with halflength sleeves made of blue silk adorned with yellow lace.
Betty, who hung a sapphire necklace around my neck, spoke with a face full of competitiveness.
“Our madam is the prettiest, as always.”
Honestly, it’s hard to trust Betty’s words.
“You are right. The saint is quite beautiful, but she could not surpass the unique atmosphere that you, Madam, possess.”
Patricia praised me. I blinked my eyes in surprise.
“My atmosphere?”
“You, Madam, have a unique dreamlike atmosphere. So I always thought that you are the person who makes it impossible to look away.”
Patricia praised me without changing her expression.
“Ththank you.”
“Just stating the fact.”
Her indifferent attitude made me blush even more.
‘Why has Patricia been acting like this?’
The original Patricia was a stickler for principles. So she didn’t do anything that wasn’t her duty as a chamberlain.
‘Now it seems like she’s stepping up for me.’
Unlike others, Patricia’s sudden change was more bewildering without any apparent reason.
After checking my appearance one last time, I went outside. Erich was waiting to escort me to the banquet.
“The banquet preparations are complete. Let’s go.”
Erich had his hair loosely tied back with bangs covering his forehead.
‘He must have done it at my request?’
Seeing him dressed more like a knight than an assistant, I asked.
“But the knights seemed to avoid the saint. Was it because they were conscious of me?”
“No. It’s just that they don’t want to get involved with her.”
“Shouldn’t a saint be a prestigious person to associate with?”
“From the beginning, the Blanchet knights don’t like the temple.”
Erich said flatly as he escorted me.
“Of course, there’s also something unsettling about that saint herself. Not just me, but all the knights find her uncomfortable.”
Even if Erich didn’t, it was surprising that the other knights felt the same. Betty chimed in from the side.
“It’s the same with the other servants. We all really dislike the saint and the priest.”
“The saint is a blessed being who receives love from all creation.”
“If there’s such a blessing… it wouldn’t be easy to become so disliked.”
Of course, that was a story of saints in the scriptures.
“How can I possibly be loved by everyone?”
Erich furrowed his brows as he thought of the saint.
“I agree as well. I don’t know about other places, but it won’t be easy in the Duchy of Blanche. It feels like she is rudely treating the lady. Who exactly is this saint…”
“It seems that even holiness can’t fix character.”
“……Ha!”
Erich seemed to choke, trying to hold back, but his eyes betrayed the laughter welling up within him.
Betty, for the record, carelessly made fun of it, saying, “You’re right, holiness is not omnipotent.”
I patted Erich’s shoulder.
“Laugh freely, it doesn’t matter.”
“[Cough] I’m sorry. Ha. It was just such an unexpected statement…”
“Don’t worry about it. We’ve already arrived at the banquet hall anyway.”
Upon arriving at the banquet hall door, the servants opened it for us.
Stella was seated in the very center of the banquet hall.
‘That’s the host’s seat.’
The Blanche servants around looked at me, flustered and hesitant.
Stella smiled brightly at me.
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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