Before Icarus could finish his words, they arrived at the reception room.
“Thank you for your precious time. I really enjoyed our conversation.”
Before entering the reception room, Reneve turned to Icarus and smiled sweetly.
The command to leave was clear: he had been escorted long enough.
For a moment, Icarus felt conflicted.
Pretending not to understand, whether he should follow her into the reception room or accept the lady’s intended meaning like a gentleman.
However, such concerns were meaningless due to the urgent approach of someone.
“Your Majesty! You are here. I’ve been searching for you for a while… Your Majesty?”
With a puzzled expression, Dehan looked this way, and Icarus sighed lightly, saying, “Well.”
Icarus released Reneve’s small hand that he had been holding somewhat forcibly.
After exchanging a brief nod and a light eye contact, he turned away, distancing himself from her.
Inside the carriage heading back to Vashirek.
Dehan and Vain reported important information from the nobles and aristocrats of other countries they had met at the international meeting to Icarus.
“Lyina and Venistan seem to have a positive attitude toward our Vashirek.”
“How was the atmosphere with King Solti?”
“He hasn’t firmly decided on his stance yet, but it seems he will lean toward leaving the relationship with Paradisium rather than maintaining it if he judges it’s better.”
Icarus squinted his eyes, nodding his head. Then, he turned to Vain this time.
“It wasn’t entirely fruitless. However, I did try to find an infiltration route to the Paradisium palace…”
After receiving the report, they discussed their opinions for a while.
Suddenly, they arrived at a vast, sparsely populated area.
After confirming repeatedly that there was no one around, they used spatial movement to reach the border region.
Once completely out of Paradisium territory, Dehan asked.
“But, Your Majesty, what happened with the Empress of Paradisium?”
“It was nothing.”
Icarus nonchalantly replied while pressing his temple.
In fact, it was really nothing.
He just supported the lady who was swaying due to dizziness and led her to the reception room.
If he were a gentleman, it was nothing more than what he should do.
However, when the name of the Empress was mentioned, his mind was occupied with the image of Reneve he had seen at the palace.
“…”
Soon, Icarus’s forehead creased.
“Why… are you like this?”
Dehan, realizing Icarus’s deteriorating mood, cautiously observed his expression.
It was because, with the departure of the Paradisium Emperor, Reneve was left alone in the midst of the guests attending the international meeting.
The moment the image of Reneve being left alone came to mind, Icarus felt annoyed.
‘Why?’
For a moment, pondering the reason, Icarus soon found the answer.
What else would make people on the continent collectively angry other than infidelity to the lifelong promise to their partners?
‘Hmm…’
Considering the plausible deduction, Icarus shook his head.
Yes. If he had ordinary, common moral values, it would have been something that would furrow the brows.
Not only if it were his own affair, but even if it were someone else’s.
“When the Empress’s pregnancy is announced, prepare a gift.”
“Ah…”
Dehan lifted his head, which had been lowered to the documents, and his eyes widened.
Your Majesty understood the reason why you bothered to escort the Empress of Paradisium, even with several maids, all the way to the reception room.
‘It was to confirm the Empress’s pregnancy!’
Dehan looked at Icarus with a gaze that said, ‘As expected, Your Majesty,’ and asked.
“That’s a great idea! But what would be a good gift for the Empress’s pregnancy?”
“Well…….,”
Icarus fell into thought again.
And it was when the carriage turned into the central marketplace of the shopping district adjacent to the Vashirek Palace.
Among several stores, Icarus’s gaze lingered on one with a particularly luxurious appearance.
“Your Majesty, shall we turn the carriage that way?”
Considering Vain’s question for a moment, Icarus nodded.
Imagining a child with rabbit-like clear and pure eyes, Icarus picked up a small ornament crafted from andalusite.
“Umm……”
Icarus snapped out of his recollection at Cael’s whimpering.
Cael, rubbing his eyes, looked at the two attendants standing in front of him and tilted his head.
“……?”
“Are you awake now? Well then, shall we go have dinner?”
Dehan spoke energetically, and Cael blinked his eyes, slowly getting up from the bed.
“But, the meat you brought back from hunting earlier isn’t that, is it?”
Pointing his finger at a small creature lying curled up near the headboard of the bed, Cael asked.
In response, the small creature froze, as if it couldn’t understand the words.
“Oh, there’s no way it’s that.”
Icarus agreed with Dehan’s words.
“Baking such a tiny thing wouldn’t be worth eating.”
“Hmm…….,”
A satisfied hum mixed with a feeling of relief emanated from Cael.
Looking contentedly at the small creature, Cael, with a gesture of relief, got up from the bed and followed Icarus out of the bedroom.
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…
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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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