Sweating, Elbert had no choice but to knock on the office door.
In the office bathed in bright sunlight.
The young Emperor of the Great Holy Nix Empire was enjoying a brief tea time with his eight talented advisors.
As the Emperor greatly disliked chit-chat during work hours, the advisors never even breathed loudly while reviewing documents.
The only time they could casually converse was at four o’clock in the afternoon.
However, even at this precious time today, the advisors found themselves unable to speak.
The Emperor’s mood had plummeted after seeing the bizarre ‘gift’ sent by the Empress.
“What do you think this means?” the Emperor asked, narrowing his eyes.
The afternoon sun slid down his light golden hair. His eyes, mysterious in hue, shifting between red in the sunlight and purple in the shade, flickered with obvious anger.
“…….”
The advisors were silent, as if their mouths were glued shut.
The Emperor, seemingly gentle and delicate in appearance, had often been underestimated during his princely days. People assumed his nature to be soft or weak based on his looks.
But these advisors knew better.
They knew how ruthless Emperor Yert Lu Nix could be.
“Ahem, if I may speak… In my opinion… Isn’t the Empress ill? She has been suffering from a fever for a long time… So perhaps…”
“She’s dissatisfied that I haven’t visited her? So she’s protesting?”
“My apologies.”
The room grew even colder after one advisor dared to speak. Despite the roaring fireplace, a chill ran down their arms.
Another advisor swallowed nervously and added,
“The Empress has a unique constitution that neither holy power nor magic can heal. She frequently falls ill, and since she can’t be cured by holy power, the worry of the Ahillo Duke is great.”
At first glance, this preamble seemed irrelevant to the current situation.
But who were they?
They were the Emperor’s advisors, adept at reading the room.
Caleb, the youngest among them, promptly followed up.
“That’s why whenever the saint travels around the country, she always seeks out precious medicinal ingredients and excellent doctors for the Empress’s health. Where else can you find such a kind-hearted person!”
The advisors skillfully steered the conversation, highlighting the saint’s virtues amidst the delicate situation.
They were well aware of how special the saint was to the Emperor.
As a testament to this, in the Holy Nix Empire, no one dared refer to the saint as ‘the Emperor’s mistress.’ The saint was just the saint.
A childhood friend of His Majesty the Emperor. She had saved him from the temptation of demons five years ago when he was still a prince.
In reality, she was an influential advisor to His Majesty, impacting various policies.
She even attended and advised at state affairs meetings, substituting for the delicate Empress.
Hence, she was known as the ‘Holy Compass,’ a revered figure.
Who would dare to derogatorily label such a person as a mistress?
In fact, if the saint’s origins were not from a minority group considered even lower than slaves, called ‘Quid’, and treated as untouchables, she might have been the Empress.
“The Empress is disregarding the saint’s kindness too much.”
“I agree with that sentiment.”
“With the palace still in disarray due to the ongoing search for intruders and the upcoming international summit… How could she…”
“Even if she’s completely unaware of the palace affairs…”
With the Emperor showing no displeasure, the advisors began to support the saint and criticize the Empress.
The Emperor listened silently, then slowly raised his hand.
“How long has the Empress been suffering from this fever?”
“It’s been over two weeks.”
“That’s a long time for a cold.”
“Yes. It’s possible she may not survive this winter… perhaps.”
This last comment was made by James, the chief advisor and head of the advisory council.
Until now, James had been somewhat concerned, observing the situation.
Whether the Emperor and Empress were close was not of great concern. A happy political marriage was more of a rarity.
But as the chief advisor, James had a duty to ensure the political balance of the country.
“The successor must be from the Empress, Your Majesty.”
“…….”
“If not, even in a holy empire, the power of the temple will become too strong. It unbalances the political equation. We understand the saint is almost an incarnation of an angel, but politics is a different matter.”
“……Right.”
The Emperor, rubbing his forehead, nodded after a long silence. James’s words held no fault.
“Send a message to the Empress that I will visit her tonight.”
However, a couple of hours later.
The Emperor and his advisors were struck by an even greater shock than before.
The Empress’s response to the Emperor’s message was very brief and to the point.
[ There is no need for you to come. ]It was a clear refusal without any circumlocution.
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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