Supported by Brody, the Duke was led and lay down on the bed with a thud as before.
Of course, he embraced her while doing so, as before.
And just like before, he buried his face deeply into her neck and breathed in.
“Your… Majesty.”
He did it once, but perhaps he thought doing it twice would be difficult.
Brody felt that he was pleading a little more aggressively than that day. Once again, his pitiful eyes shook Brody’s heart.
‘Ah, truly… There’s no helping it.’
Brody helplessly accepted his lips.
Then, she passed a ‘meshe’ leaf into his mouth once again.
Of course, in a larger quantity than before.
‘I can’t accept it every time.’
Fortunately, Aidan couldn’t resist the effect of the meshe and fell asleep.
But he held her so tightly, Brody couldn’t free her arms and escape.
She waited until he was deeply asleep to try to get away, but she became drowsy from the meshe leaf and fell asleep in his arms.
[This is a time divider.]At dawn, before the break of day, she opened her eyes.
But his arm was still holding her, so she couldn’t move.
The more she struggled, the tighter he pulled, so eventually Brody gave up.
She stayed awake, lost in thought.
‘Why on earth is this happening?’
Brody looked at Aidan, who was comfortably asleep.
The meshe seemed to have worked well.
Looking at him, who seemed to have a sensitive reaction to addiction, sleeping so deeply.
“Why do you want meshe, Your Majesty?”
Brody whispered, stroking Aidan’s forehead with her index finger.
Of course, Aidan, who was deeply asleep, just breathed in and out evenly, not waking up.
‘He probably doesn’t know that what I fed him was meshe. Maybe what he wanted was not tea, but meshe. Does he need meshe this much to sleep comfortably?’
Somehow, she felt pity.
But he may also want it without knowing that what he ate was ‘meshe,’ which has a calming effect.
If he knew that this comfort was due to the effect of the medicine, he seemed like he would refuse it.
He is a leader of the rebellion, and it’s wartime.
This is the moment when he must be more vigilant than anyone else, so he shouldn’t rely on meshe.
‘It’s not my place to know.’
If he wants meshe, the issue can be resolved without Brody necessarily being there.
Whether to use it or not is a choice for the Duke behind the ice wall.
‘But did this man need a woman like this every day? By innocently pleading like this to different women every day?’
Thinking so, she somehow felt bad.
There was a feeling of disappointment, or perhaps she was just jumping to conclusions because of his handsome appearance and ambiance.
After a few more attempts to escape, Brody succeeded only after some time had passed.
Brody, who had risen, paced around inside the tent.
Feeling movement inside, there was a noise from outside.
‘It’s a failure. The guard seems to have been strengthened.’
Feeling that escaping in the same way as before would be difficult, Brody frowned.
‘I must wait for the right time. I need to figure out how to survive a few more days.’
Coming out of Aidan’s arms, the warmth quickly disappeared.
Brody, shivering, approached the hearth.
‘I hate the cold.’
Instinctively, she recalled the moment in her previous life when she faced death. The moment she was trapped in a warehouse all night before the fire, shivering.
She felt her face turning blue, and the tips of her hands and feet stiffening with cold.
‘The Duke is from the north, and the imperial capital is in the middle, so we must be moving south from the north. I hate the north, the north.’
Even when she went as close as possible to the hearth, the cold that chilled her bones and permeated her did not abate.
Brody huddled up as much as possible.
Her shoulders and back were cold, but the part touched by the hearth’s heat was irritatingly hot.
She longed for a warm electric blanket and an ondol floor.
Somehow, she felt sad.
Her nose tingled and tears welled up in her eyes.
But Brody bit her lip hard, holding back her tears.
‘No matter how hard life here is, it won’t be as hard as in my previous life. With Brody’s talent, it’s completely possible to eat well and live well here. Now it’s my life. There’s no reason to be so sad! Overcoming difficulties is my specialty! Think positively!’
Trying to indulge in a fantasy about a happy future, she embraced the fatigue from several sleepless nights and fell into a deep slumber.
“Be careful!”
A moment later, Brody’s eyes shot open at a sudden shout.
The face of the Duke with black hair and blue eyes was right in front of her.
Startled, Brody rose to her feet.
‘Rise to her feet?’
Brody naturally realized what almost happened to her.
Aidan’s hand was between where Brody’s head had been and the fireplace.
The Duke had just caught Brody, who nearly put her head into the fireplace while nodding off in front of it.
Recognizing the situation, Brody bowed her head, her face flushed.
It was a gesture of thanks.
‘This woman talks even less than me.’
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…
——
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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