In the baskets carried by the maid and servant were generous amounts of jam, butter, and bread. This made it all the stranger, and I asked Mild Knight.
“Why is Philip being so friendly to the refugees?”
“Ah, it was strange that he even sent a carriage for the escort at that time, wasn’t it?”
“That’s right.”
“He sent the knights to subdue the bandits along the way. But the refugees had already taken care of them.”
“……?”
“He has recognized their merit and granted them citizenship of the territory.”
“……”
Forty bandits taken care of so easily?
It’s a bewildering matter. But since Philip wants to give more, I allowed the maid and servant to accompany me.
After a long walk, we arrived at the refugee camp. Knights were guarding the entrance.
I snapped my fingers at Mild Knight.
It was time to show them.
Mild Knight handed me the basket that the maid had been holding.
“This one is the lightest.”
He took the remaining baskets and told the two.
“You two can go ahead.”
Having extra hands among the servants would hinder the plan, hence the order.
After sending them away, and as we approached the camp, two knights bowed respectfully.
“My lady, you have arrived?”
“Wait, why are you carrying that?”
They immediately offered to take the basket from me.
“Ah! My lady!”
Just as I was about to refuse, the bandit leader, now refugee chief, Polter, and some of his close men came running.
Though there were some bruises and wounds, they looked healthier after two days.
“Here, take this.”
I handed the basket to Polter, who was greeting me, and looked at Mild Knight.
Mild Knight handed over the remaining baskets to Polter’s men.
Upon opening the baskets, Polter, his men, and the watching knights gasped in awe.
“My lady, how can we ever thank you!”
“How can we repay this kindness!”
“There’s no saint like you!”
Polter and his men were so moved that they teared up. Meanwhile, the knights looked as if they’d seen a ghost.
‘Shush. Just talk nonsense.’
I shot a warning glare at the knights, and they quickly looked away.
“It’s not a favor. Just settle well as members of this territory, and I’ll be satisfied.”
“Yes, we are ready to be very good citizens.”
Polter, replying like a gentle lamb, pointed to the servants’ villa.
“I will escort you there.”
“My lady! Hello!”
“Ah, my lady, you’re here?”
Following Polter’s guidance, the refugees I encountered bowed their heads and greeted me loudly.
I surveyed the camp with a slight nod.
The very spacious vacant lot in front of the cottage where clear stream water flowed was excellent for camping.
Upstream of the stream, adults were busily drawing water or doing laundry. Nearby, children picked up stones from the water.
“Catching something like crayfish?”
I turned my eyes and saw a girl who had tied an apron. She seemed to have gathered nearby small fruits or mushrooms.
In front of the small log cabin that Polter guided me to, there were a shaded wooden table and long chairs arranged.
I took off my knight jacket, belonging to Mild, and spread it where I would sit. Once seated, I asked Polter,
“So, how have you been all this time?”
Polter expressed his gratitude to me with a very flustered expression.
“Your Grace is indeed God’s favor.”
Upon hearing this, it was clear that Philip not only supported the basic relief supplies but also allowed gathering within specific areas.
Furthermore, the identity of the territory’s people was confirmed.
The worry about how to persuade Philip, who had the authority to settle them, was overshadowed.
“It seems luck was really on our side this time.”
I was amazed at Philip’s speed of handling matters.
“We really felt it! How much Count Morris loves Your Grace!”
“Cough!”
“Ah, Your Grace? Are you okay?”
Clearing my throat with a fake cough, I shamelessly raised my head.
“Hmm, see. I told you so.”
I briefly glanced at Mild, who knew all the ins and outs.
He had the same expression. But with a slight difference in his eyes, I knew.
He was struggling to manage his expression now.
“But I wish you hadn’t mentioned it. I had to tell you then, but actually, it’s embarrassing.”
At my request, Polter nodded as if he understood.
“Yes! Your Grace!”
“So, that’s that.”
To change the subject, I asked what the refugees were planning to do.
“Yesterday, a few went out to look for jobs.”
“What kind of jobs were there?”
“There were jobs cleaning up rotten vegetable garbage or animal manure. They said they’d pay 2 silver coins for a whole month.”
“…….”
Converted to before the possession, the salary was two hundred thousand won. It was utterly ridiculous.
On the other hand, my plan seemed like it would fit perfectly.
“I happen to have some people I need to hire.”
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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