“I knew Duke Drea was quite clever, but I didn’t realize he was this meticulous.”
“Meticulous? What do you mean by that?”
At the sudden remark, Sandra stopped laughing and looked at Tate. Tate’s expression was rather serious as he watched Sandra wiping the tears from her eyes.
“Isn’t it so? Your Majesty has always been wary of him. Even if my elder brother doesn’t show it outwardly, he must have been worried deep down.”
“……”
“Duke Drea wields unparalleled influence within the empire. If the Duke were to marry a princess from the Kingdom of Hystrik, his influence would extend overseas.”
“Hmm… So you’re saying that Duke Drea might have made a move? To lower the imperial family’s guard?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
Tate wore quite a confident expression in response to Sandra’s question. However, Sandra shook her head, seemingly disagreeing with Tate’s thoughts.
She curled up one corner of her mouth and spoke.
“Duke Drea is quite the romantic, you know. A true romantic, I mean. He’s smart and cunning, but he’s certainly not the type to use marriage for political gain.”
“……”
“You’d know if you remembered the look in his eyes when he gazed at Veronia. Especially when that stupid girl died and the Duke went berserk…”
It wasn’t hard to guess that he was definitely not the type to use marriage to lower the imperial family’s guard. Hehehe, Sandra laughed leisurely as she spoke.
“That young Duke seems to have fallen in love. I’m so curious to meet this commoner woman who caught Duke Drea’s eye that I could die.”
Things were turning out to be quite interesting. Sandra’s eyes gleamed.
“Having something precious means having a weakness. We need to take this opportunity to flatten Duke Drea’s nose and firmly remind him of his proper place.”
Her blood-red lips moved smoothly.
“Tate, put that brain of yours to work. There’s no one in the imperial family as clever as you, is there?”
“Yes, I’ll do my best, Your Majesty.”
Sandra and Tate looked at each other and grinned. It was a rather sinister smile.
Just then, there was a knock-knock-knock, and the door opened as a waiting maid entered from outside.
“Your Majesty the Empress Dowager, the Captain of the Second Knight Order has arrived.”
“Is that so? Let him in.”
Anticipation filled Sandra’s eyes.
“Come in, Sir Ryan. I’ve been waiting for you.”
“I greet Your Majesty the Empress Dowager and Your Highness the Prince.”
After paying his respects politely, the Knight Captain immediately began his report.
“We have discovered the identity of the silver-haired healer. She is a woman named Nia Lampert who lives in a village called Rosler near the capital.”
“It’s not important where the healer lives or what her name is right now. So you’ve brought that woman here, haven’t you, Sir Ryan?”
“I apologize, Your Majesty. The healer had already left.”
Sandra’s eyes, which had been shining with anticipation, rapidly grew cold. She asked in an extremely chilly voice.
“Left? Where to?”
“She’s said to have gone on a short trip to the southern region.”
“A trip? Is this information reliable?”
Sandra asked, frowning her entire face. Her cheeks were already flushing red and blue. The Knight Captain continued his report with slightly stiff shoulders, seemingly tense.
“Yes. We confirmed this information with her colleagues at the clinic where she works and her grandparents at home. She also left a letter asking to be contacted as soon as she returns from her trip.”
“Sir Ryan, are you telling me to just wait for a commoner healer who might return at any time?”
“Huh? Well, that…”
As the flustered Knight Captain stumbled over his words, unable to continue smoothly, Sandra raised her voice, showing her disappointment without restraint.
“Sir Ryan, it seems you didn’t understand my orders properly. I don’t want to know that woman’s whereabouts. I wanted you to bring her before me.”
The atmosphere in the room was becoming increasingly hostile. Finally realizing his mistake, the Knight Captain immediately bowed his head.
“I apologize, Your Majesty. I will go to the south right away and bring the healer back.”
“Quickly! You must bring that woman before me as quickly as possible!”
“I will obey your command, Your Majesty.”
After hurriedly paying his respects, the Knight Captain stretched his legs and quickly left the room. Watching the Knight Captain’s retreating figure as he rushed out, Sandra was still fuming.
Tate, who had witnessed the entire scene, clicked his tongue inwardly.
‘She’s getting worse at controlling her emotions as she ages. How pathetic. Tsk.’
[This is the timeline separator]In the greenhouse garden of Duke Drea’s mansion, the Duchess and her younger sister, Countess Miller, were having tea.
“I was surprised to see that child too, but you must have been even more surprised, sister? How can they look so alike!”
They were talking about Jediel. Countess Miller, still with surprised eyes, spoke about how amazingly the child she met yesterday resembled her nephew’s childhood appearance.
“That’s right. I was very surprised too. I ended up crying like a senile person in front of a child I was seeing for the first time.”
“When you think about it that way, I can understand how you first noticed the child and then came to like the mother.”
“……”
At those words, the Duchess furrowed her brow and sipped her tea with a slurp. Watching her reaction, the Countess added:
“Still, our Killian, Duke Drea, is quite a loss, isn’t he? In fact, this is something that would surprise the whole world. We all thought Killian would naturally marry a princess from some country.”
“……”
Seeing the Duchess still silent, Countess Miller let out a shallow sigh and opened her mouth again.
“But what can we do? This is how it turned out. How can we stop them when they like each other?”
“…Yes, you’re right. If they like each other so much, what can I do?”
The Duchess finally nodded. She recalled Killian’s resolute appearance. Hadn’t he said he had never been so sure in his life? What parents could stop their son’s determination after hearing such words?
“I’m worried there might be a lot of heartbroken young ladies.”
“That’s true.”
The Duchess nodded at the Countess’s worried words.
It takes only a moment for admiration to turn into hatred. When jealousy is added to jealousy, it can eventually lead to hatred beyond irritation or anger. Especially in the noble society where gossip thrives.
The Duchess forced a smile, swallowing the sigh that was about to escape.
“So we have no choice but to put our heart and sincerity into this party.”
“I’ll help a lot too. Just tell me what to do, sister.”
“Thank you, Sylvia.”
[This is the timeline separator]The employees of Duke Drea’s mansion were spending busy days preparing for a party after a long time.
They had to clean more thoroughly, and old carpets and curtains were replaced. They carefully selected fresh, high-quality ingredients for shopping, and meticulously prepared the purchased ingredients.
Still, the expressions of all the employees were bright.
How grand and luxurious a party they could create was closely tied to the pride of employees belonging to a noble family. So everyone rolled up their sleeves and moved quickly with fire in their eyes.
Meanwhile, Veronia was overwhelmed by tailors.
It had been a long time since she had completely entrusted her body to the hands of others, so it felt very awkward, but she had no choice. Those were the rules of this world she had decided to return to.
“This is really too much. It’s excessive.”
During a short break after an hour, Veronia grumbled to Killian who had briefly stopped by.
Veronia had been dealing with tailors from one fashion house for the past hour. But there were five more fashion houses waiting. It meant she would have to be held up for at least 5 more hours.
Hearing Veronia’s complaints, Killian offered his own solution.
“Then I’ll instruct them to stay for only about 30 minutes per fashion house. You can endure for about two and a half hours from now on, right?”
“Killian, you really…”
Veronia called his name in an almost whimpering voice. Her appearance was so cute and lovable that Killian had to use all his strength to suppress the urge to hug and kiss her right away.
Finally free from the shackles of impulse, Killian spoke in a polite and firm voice.
“Nia, you’re going to become the Duchess of Drea from now on. You know well. In noble society, how you appear is extremely important.”
“……”
Unable to refute his words, Veronia just looked up at Killian with her mouth tightly closed. Killian opened his mouth again, suppressing the rising impulse over and over.
“If you don’t want to create rumors that the Drea family is declining, I suggest you prepare as many dresses and accessories as possible.”
“…Alright, I understand. Just don’t forget to instruct them to finish within 30 minutes per fashion house.”
“Of course.”
Killian left the room immediately after greeting her with a grin. Veronia’s eyes narrowed as she watched his elegant retreating figure.
‘I’m angry, but I can’t be angry because he’s too handsome. What is this…’
As Veronia sat alone, pouting her lips, a maid approached her.
“My lady, the tailors are ready now.”
“Alright. Let’s go.”
The brief rest period, utterly insufficient to relieve fatigue, was over. Veronia barely raised her heavy body and followed behind the maid.
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!”
——
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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