Being served for quite a while now, she always found it a pleasurable experience to remember how her circumstances had changed.
As Titie was putting on her chemise,
“Miss, the Emperor is coming.”
“What?”
She had thought he wouldn’t come since he hadn’t been seen at the banquet.
Quickly taking off her chemise, she demanded, “Bring ice water, quickly!”
“Yes, yes!”
The maid hurriedly brought a basin full of ice water.
Titie returned to the bathroom and chilled her warmed body in the cold water.
She emerged only when her lips turned blue.
Getting ready didn’t take long. The paler she looked, the better.
Wearing a sheer white indoor dress and a pale violet shawl, she went out to greet the Emperor.
Where had Demios been? He was still in his banquet attire.
“Your Majesty, welcome.”
Titie cautiously approached and leaned her cheek against his chest.
“I was worried since you didn’t return until the end of the banquet.”
Looking up, his face was expressionless.
Usually, he would embrace her in such moments, but today, Demios seemed off.
Instinctively, Titie recoiled slightly.
Dealing with thugs in the back alleys had taught her survival-related intuition.
But she couldn’t just stand there indefinitely.
“Are you tired? Shall we go in?”
“Let’s.”
It was hard to get a response from him, but she was used to it by now. He seemed to be a man of few words.
Titie immediately led him to her bedroom.
She then offered to help him undress.
Unable to take her eyes off the Emperor’s naked body, he was a male more beautiful than any female form, yet his exposed physique was perfectly sculpted in masculinity.
‘I’ll make him mine.’
She resolved to possess both absolute power and the perfect male.
As Demios, wrapped in his robe, climbed onto the bed, Titie snuggled into his arms.
“I’m happy you came.”
Her body, chilled to the point of shivering, felt his warmth even more intensely.
She huddled her small frame to appear even more fragile.
‘The Emperor likes delicate females.’
The kind that clings desperately, as if they can’t do anything without him. It was something Titie had realized during her time with Demios.
Even now, look.
His usually stern gaze was softening.
The Emperor loved it when someone acted as if they couldn’t do anything without him.
“I’m so cold.”
“I’m cold, Your Majesty.”
How hard it had been to hear those words.
But enduring the pain of the icy water was worth it.
With a sorrowful expression, he asked, “Was there a problem?”
“……Well, actually…”
Tears welled up in her large eyes.
Titie began to recount the events at the banquet.
Of course, she presented it in a way that suited her.
“……I thought I had persuaded you to care for the punitive force.”
A few weeks ago, Titie had asked the Emperor about Duke Leopold.
Out of curiosity about the male who had successfully subdued the barbarians.
But the Emperor’s reaction was extremely cold.
‘Stay away from him.’
The atmosphere was so tense that Titie agreed not to involve herself with the Duke.
But it turned out the Duke was the consort of the Empress.
‘That human woman is quite something.’
Not only had she married the anthropomorphic Emperor and become Empress, but she also had Duke Leopold under her control.
He was too precious a male to be possessed by a mere human.
Titie’s eyes widened in secret.
Even if she couldn’t reach Duke Leopold, she was determined to make an example of that coyote.
She complained about her parents being humiliated by the coyote, omitting the reason why it happened.
“My father was very shocked.”
But contrary to her expectations, the Emperor did not react as she hoped.
“Staying away from the Duke includes the punitive force as well. Remember that.”
Again.
The terrifying face of the Emperor when Titie first mentioned Duke Leopold.
The coyote was detestable, but Titie realized she shouldn’t bring up this topic again.
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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