“So, when His Majesty was around, it was difficult to have meals on time. Even then, he only ate things he could quickly finish and get back to work.”
Dehan stammered a bit, not with malicious intent but with a touch of sorrow. Speaking, he looked somewhat forlorn.
“That has become a habit for me too.”
“Then, let’s try to change that habit now.”
Saying so, Ranev stood up. Then she gestured for him to follow and headed towards the dining room.
“Prepare a balanced, proper meal.”
In response to Ranev’s confident demand, the chef seemed a bit startled but blinked his eyes and answered, “I’ll prepare it right away.”
After briefly discussing the preparations for the founding ceremony with Dehan, the table was soon set with a meal that could rival a dinner.
“I don’t remember when was the last time I had a proper lunch like this.”
Dehan, with a face full of emotion, lifted his utensils.
While they were enjoying a leisurely lunch, a tapping sound interrupted.
‘Tap, tap.’
“What’s that?”
Ranev looked around for the source of the sound. Dehan, wiping his mouth with a napkin, spoke.
“It seems like a messenger bird is here.”
Dehan got up from his seat and approached the window.
‘Ah, so that was the sound.’
A black bird was tapping the window with its beak.
Dehan opened the window and untied a note attached to the bird’s leg, then gave it some food.
Watching the bird eat by the window, Dehan gasped.
“Why, Dehan Kyeong?”
“Your Majesty! Please take a look at this!”
Dehan urgently walked toward Ranev and handed her the note. Then he pointed to a part of the note with his finger.
「His Majesty’s injury, serious.」
Ranev tried to read the rest of the content, but Dehan quickly retrieved the note, as if there were important information in it.
It was meaningless to ask how it happened.
Where Icarus was, there was the battlefield, and the battlefield was where dozens to hundreds of lives extinguished every day.
“Where and how badly is he injured?”
To Ranev’s question, Dehan lightly shook his head.
It seemed a bit disappointing to see Dehan showing the note now after showing it to her earlier, but Ranev accepted his decision.
She was a Paradisian, and the news of the emperor’s injury could be as important as determining the outcome of the war.
This news should never enter Solti.
“Have you read all the contents of the note?”
“Of course.”
“Then it’s better to burn it.”
At Ranev’s words, Dehan promptly threw the note into the fireplace.
Sizzle.
The note that caught fire from the fireplace quickly turned into ashes. Soon, the note lost its original form completely.
Watching this transformation together, Ranev and Dehan’s eyes met.
However, Dehan’s gaze seemed as if he were scrutinizing himself.
‘Why is he doing that?’
After a moment of contemplation, Ranev looked directly into Dehan’s eyes and said, “I tend to keep a lot to myself. Rest assured; I will never disclose this information to the outside.”
Having witnessed things that should not have been heard or seen disappearing like magic within the palace, Ranev expressed her intention to handle things discreetly.
For a moment, Dehan might have unintentionally conveyed this unexpected news about Icarus’ injury to Ranev, shocking her.
But soon, he might regret it.
Disclosing such crucial news to an outsider could be a mistake.
Since anyone could say things, she decided to demonstrate her commitment through actions, considering that Icarus’ secret guards might still be inside the palace.
“If you do so, I would appreciate it.”
Dehan responded with a slightly perplexed expression, as if questioning whether this was the right thing.
‘What’s going on?’
After having lunch with Dehan, at the end of a busy day preparing for the founding ceremony, Ranev could finally return to her bedroom.
“Welcome back, Lady. You’ve worked hard today as well.”
Kiernen welcomed Ranev and brought comfortable slippers.
Ranev sat on the sofa and replaced her elegant but uncomfortable shoes with the cozy slippers.
Just that made her feel a bit relieved from the fatigue in her feet.
“Thank you.”
Ranev smiled warmly at Kiernen. As if responding to the smile, Kiernen also smiled widely and asked, “Lady, have you had your meal?”
“I have. How about you, Kiernen?”
“I have too. Shall I prepare some warm tea for you?”
“Please.”
“I’ll bring it right away.”
As Kiernen left the living room, Ranev, now completely alone, closed her eyes, leaning back on the sofa.
Although there were no apparent mistakes when reflecting on the things she handled today, she suddenly recalled the incident during lunch.
‘A serious injury.’
Contemplating Icarus’ injury news, Ranev sighed.
She couldn’t know where and how severe the injuries were, but they were definitely not minor.
‘It was also written in the note that it was serious.’
Trying to recall memories from before the regression, she found no instances where she had encountered news about Icarus’ injuries.
Of course, if Icarus wanted to hide it, he could have prevented any information from leaking to the outside.
‘Maybe the situation has changed from before the regression.’
Since Ranev herself was living a completely different life from before the regression, it wasn’t an implausible conjecture.
‘I hope he hasn’t suffered serious injuries…’
Having such thoughts, Kiernen approached, asking, “Lady, are you okay?”
Ranev blinked, not quite understanding Kiernen’s words.
“What do you mean?”
“You’ve been sighing continuously, so I thought I’d ask.”
With a concerned expression, Kiernen poured tea into a cup.
“Did I…?”
“Yes.”
A bit taken aback by Kiernen’s response, Ranev was somewhat surprised. She had no awareness of having sighed.
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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