Branches made loud sounds as the search party walked, mixing with the lingering scent of blood and the fragrance of green grass.
Surveying the situation, Dyke suddenly stopped.
What’s that? A fruit?
Something unfamiliar and alien was sparkling on the ground.
Bending down, Dyke picked up a bright red jewel lying in the grass.
It was a red coral earring.
A gem rarely used in the continent due to its low value.
Those who used coral earrings were…
Dyke, immersed in contemplation, was summoned by a member of the search party.
“Assistant Dyke, we found a house on the western hill.”
Dyke gazed at the smoke rising from the western hill.
He tightly clenched the red coral earring in his hand.
“I’ll go check it out myself.”
Dyke led a few members of the search party and moved towards the house.
It was a dilapidated cabin.
The door was askew, and weeds grew abundantly around the house.
While examining the house, Dyke quietly sent a signal.
“Fall back.”
At Dyke’s command, some members of the search party quickly moved to the back door.
Confirming his subordinates taking their positions, Dyke cautiously knocked on the door.
Knock, knock.
“Who’s there?”
A loud noise echoed from inside the house.
After a moment of turmoil, it became eerily quiet.
Dyke raised his head and looked at the chimney.
It seemed like someone was trying to hide, not wanting to be noticed.
Perhaps not aware that pouring water on the burning fire would increase the smoke.
Dyke tightened his grip on the gun and kicked the door with force.
“Hgyaaaah!”
As the door fell out, a bizarre scream shook the eardrums.
It sounded like scraping metal.
When an old man, who had been crouching and hiding in the corner, was dragged out by the search party, he screamed like a whale.
“I don’t know anything. I didn’t see anything. I don’t know anything, so spare my life.”
“You saw someone.”
Dyke examined the old man carefully and politely greeted him.
“I’m Dyke Reberini. I’m investigating the murder that occurred in this forest.”
“I don’t know anything. I don’t even know who died. I don’t know anything, so spare my life.”
“You must have seen someone die.”
The old man took a desperate breath.
“We were sent by Princess Delia to catch the culprits and investigate the case.”
“Sent by the princess?”
“If you know anything about the murder that happened yesterday, please tell us. We will make arrangements.”
Relieved by Dyke’s calm explanation, the old man relaxed his tension.
It seemed that those who came were not here to kill him.
After scrutinizing Dyke for a moment, the old man cautiously spoke.
“I don’t know anything. They wore masks, so I couldn’t see their faces.”
“Did you happen to see any weapons they used?”
“Guns and knives.”
“Do you remember the style of the guns or the shape of the knives?”
“If it was a gun, it was a gun, and if it was a knife, it was a knife. How am I supposed to know such things?”
The old man, although wearing an expression of fear, sincerely answered.
Even though the answers provided no help.
“Do you remember anything they said or their accent? What about the characteristics of their clothing?”
“I don’t know. How would I know what they said? I don’t hear well from a distance because I’m old. Their clothes were all black, and they covered their faces with masks.”
The old man shivered at the mere thought, his imagination filling him with fear.
“There were dozens of gunshots, screams, anyway, it was terrifying.”
Seeing the terrified expression, it seemed futile to ask more questions.
It might be better to secretly keep an eye on people.
Dyke quickly gestured to his subordinates.
“Thank you for your cooperation. You can release him.”
Following Dyke’s command, the search party untied the old man.
Only then did the tension leave the old man’s body as he patted his waist.
“You’re better than the lord who ignores me.”
Dyke paused in his gun maintenance.
He felt like he missed something important.
Slowly turning his head, Dyke stared at the old man.
“Oh well. Something terrible happened, and there’s no one to help. I should leave this place. That’s right.”
Dyke furrowed his brow.
A creepy sensation swept over his entire body, and he couldn’t figure out what it was.
“I see. If there’s anything I can help with, please let me know.”
The old man looked at Dyke, who spoke politely.
He was a young man with a kind face.
Even in the countryside, he seemed like a well-mannered young man who observed proper etiquette.
“Thank you for worrying about me. How about I give you a bowl of stew I was cooking?”
Dyke looked at the large pot on the stove.
Among the simmering misty stew, legs of insects seemed to be faintly visible.
Dyke quickly declined, “No, thank you. I’m busy finding the culprit right now.”
“Well, that makes sense.”
The old man nodded understandingly.
“Yes, I need to find the culprit quickly. Ugh. Because of those strange guys, kind people like you suffer.”
About to turn around to move, Dyke halted his steps.
Strange guys, not bad guys?
Feeling like someone was forcefully pulling his hair from behind, Dyke turned back to look at the old man.
“Grandmother. What do you mean by strange?”
“Whoever killed with such cruelty, pretending to drink the revenge, meticulously arranged the corpses afterward.”
Ego, ego.
The old man tapped his waist, changing his posture.
“It’s pointless to be kind to someone after they die. It means nothing.”
Dyke stiffened for a moment.
Unable to believe what he heard, he could only ask.
“Do you mean the murderers took care of the bodies?”
“That’s right. So the lord also didn’t believe me. Without the bodies. Treating me like a crazy old man. Tsk, tsk.”
Tongue-clicking, the old man, who was sighing, spoke to Dyke.
“Don’t worry. If I find something that could be a clue, I’ll make sure to come find you. Should I go to the castle?”
Despite the old man’s innocent determination, Dyke’s stern expression didn’t soften.
Pale-faced, Dyke gritted his teeth.
A creepy, despair-filled groan escaped through clenched teeth.
“Immediately, right now, I will return to the castle.”
In response to Dyke’s urgent command, the search party quickly left the cabin and mounted their horses.
The rough sound of hooves echoed through the forest.
They had to return to the castle quickly.
Bang.
Dyke and the search party, riding urgently, had no choice but to stop at the sound of gunfire shaking the forest.
“Halt.”
At the sudden sound of gunfire, Dyke pulled the reins of his horse abruptly.
The loud noise of the horses abruptly stopping echoed loudly.
Dyke quickly scanned the individuals blocking his path.
Judging by their noble attire and the presence of Ioleti soldiers, it seemed they were the lords of this place.
“I am Dyke Leberini, pursuing the assassin of His Majesty the King under the orders of Princess Ioleti. The matter is urgent, please clear the way.”
However, the man at the forefront stared sharply without any sign of response.
Meeting his gaze, Dyke involuntarily recalled the words of the princess.
“They might be a faction dissatisfied with the royal family that has made a treaty with the empire.”
The man’s cold voice echoed through the forest.
“Prepare to fire.”
Dyke, staring at the barrels aimed at him, clenched the reins tightly.
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?
——
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!”
——
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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