As Brody continued to show interest, Teddy’s eyes sparkled as he asked,
“Have you ever heard of a northern legend? Would you like me to tell you?”
This simple, faithful, and cheerful young man seemed to enjoy northern legends.
‘Why does it have to be a northern legend?’
Aidan unknowingly frowned harshly.
He was about to say something to stop Teddy, but Brody cut him off with her answer.
“Sounds good. It will set the mood.”
Brody enthusiastically requested Teddy.
She knew the contents of the legend, so there was no reason to listen to find out. But she didn’t want to sit awkwardly alone with Aidan since she was already awake.
Moreover, this young man also brought instruments. He probably came planning to play a tune for the legend.
Soldiers who were hesitant to approach due to Aidan’s harsh expression started to take seats one by one, encouraged by the warm atmosphere that Brody created.
If the master doesn’t stop it, it’s all good! That was the mood.
It seemed that the icy walls that had been built between them had started to crumble because of Brody’s presence.
After waiting for the audience to settle in, Teddy put his skilled hands on an instrument slightly larger than a ukulele, with eleven strings and a wooden hue.
Strumming the strings, an antique-sounding tone mixed with the chilly winter night air entered the atmosphere.
The crackling campfire strangely helped the music, following nature’s rhythm.
With a surprisingly clear voice, Teddy began to sing.
It started with a warm breeze from the south.
A beautiful stag spirit with soft fur and magnificent horns,
Chloria had stepped on the ice like a dream.
The warm breath disturbed the icy hibernation.
Though the chilling air roared, the stag simply smiled.
Who would know? A smile has the power to melt loneliness.
That’s how it started.
The spring of winter.
Chloria showed Hieldieta,
To those who don’t know the existence of the heart,
The location of their heart.
Hieldieta realized the joy of the drumbeats being in sync.
Gave the everlasting glacier as a gift to the one he loved,
And the beautiful horns never dried of the radiant blue dew.
Those were happy days.
Until the day Chloria’s heart froze,
And Hieldieta’s heart melted.
Hieldieta, weeping ice tears, tried to blow her away with the north wind.
But she tightly held onto his icy heart.
I love you. I won’t leave you alone. Please don’t leave me.
Her beautiful horns shook, and the cold jewels emitted a clear sound.
Cold yet blue.
Simultaneously, Chloria’s lush eyes closed.
You foolish stag. You foolish ice.
Ah, it would’ve been better not to have met.
The stag should be in the warm southern petals.
And the ice in the never-melting northern glaciers.
That’s the natural order.
You fools, defying fate.
What is love?
A hot madness that makes even your enemy kneel.
Regretting too quickly, Hieldieta headed towards Calihel.
Wishing to borrow the hand of the Sun Spirit, who melts everything.
To the south. To the melting south.
But even the quickest regret is too late.
The head of the Sun Spirit coldly shook left and right.
The ice spirit was hanging on him.
Even if the hand melts, even if the tears melt, even if everything becomes dew and disappears.
The sun blazed as if clinging tight.
I’ll do anything. Please grant me anything.
Overwhelmed by a coldness he had never before encountered, the Sun Spirit agreed.
The Sun Spirit led Cloria further south.
Cloria hung her head weakly.
Don’t send me away. Let me stay by your side.
Her eyes pleaded.
But Hieldieta turned his head away.
Why did he show his back one last time?
In Medisian, the city of the sun.
The blazing energy enveloped the frozen deer.
One by one, the eternal glacial horns melted,
And the icy blades on its body disappeared one after another.
But there was no remedy for the frozen heart.
The moment the heart tried to melt,
Unable to withstand the heat, she turned to ashes.
What returned to Hieldieta
Was not a beautiful smile
But cold ashes of sad news.
The Ice Spirit reached out with a hollow face.
As if trying to gather even a speck.
But can one grasp time? Can one capture fate?
The ice shards sprouting from his roaring heart.
The entire continent fell into winter.
It fell into the sorrow of the Ice Spirit.
But remember,
A “promise” is a heavy thing.
Defend the North. Protect the Empire.
The knightly title of the Sun Empire was, shackles filled with fire and ice.
The Ice Spirit couldn’t go mad.
Hieldieta’s anger and sorrow rained down on the North.
Eternal winter annihilated the wicked monsters.
Life is irony.
His pain brought peace to the North and glory to the Empire.
Everything hailed the Sun Spirit’s virtues and crowned him king.
Now, everyone. Look up and see the far North.
The Spirit of misfortune, who guards the North with love,
Hieldieta, who lies under eternal ice with his mouth closed and eyes shut,
Where winter has settled forever.
Who gained everything?
Who lost everything?
The warriors of the North gaze at the far North.
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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