In the darkness, Arthur’s voice continued.
“At times, I entertained the arrogant thought that maybe I could be with you. It’s a common sentiment for everyone returning from war to talk about the women they left behind in their hometown.”
“…”
“So, I had to consider how to treat ‘Julius,’ who represented me and the conscripted soldiers. Thoughts of you were occasionally included in that.”
“…”
“What should I do with you?”
Arthur chuckled briefly, leaving a short pause.
“I confess my foolishness, thinking that I was the only one who needed to ponder. I assumed that if I said I would be with you, you could be by my side.”
“…”
“I never thought there might be a reason you wouldn’t want to be entangled with me.”
Reyna looked up at Arthur with a thoughtful expression.
Arthur, while gently brushing Reyna’s hair, continued, his gaze directed into the distance.
“Anything is fine with me.”
Arthur inserted a short pause, then smirked.
“I thought only I needed to make decisions. If I said I would be with you, I thought I could have you by my side.”
“…”
“You might have reasons not to want to get involved with me.”
Reyna had a predetermined response.
Arthur seemed to know that too.
However, Reyna didn’t get a chance to express it.
Because Arthur, with a serious expression, added a question.
“Am I… not bad-looking?”
“…”
A moment of silence.
Reyna stared at him for a moment, not immediately grasping the meaning of his words.
“…”
Arthur muttered to himself.
“As expected, having a good face is not very useful.”
“…”
After a brief pause.
With a rustling sound, laughter burst out.
Reyna laughed so much that tears welled up.
“Is it that funny?”
Arthur said, somewhat hurt, as he tousled Reyna’s hair.
It was a playful attitude, as if intentionally so.
“Ahem. I’m sorry,” Reyna said, stealing tears but unable to stop laughing for quite a while.
For quite a long time.
After Arthur chuckled, he began to speak.
My handsome face probably resembles my mother’s.
I’ve never seen her.
But they say she was a great beauty.
Arthur began his family story like that.
My mother was an actress.
She performed in a certain city and caught the eye of the emperor.
I was born, and my mother nominated the emperor as the child’s father.
But the emperor didn’t acknowledge it.
My mother was a famous leading actress who had worked with many male actors.
I don’t know how many men were designated as the child’s father by my mother.
But to my mother, it seemed that it might not only be you.
It must have been an important issue for the emperor.
Well, I understand. He’s the emperor.
It couldn’t become a ridiculous situation.
It might be one’s own child, or maybe not; saying “I don’t know well” could be a blow to one’s pride. Around the same time, Empress Maria was also pregnant.
“…”
The emperor, without acknowledging the possibility of me being his son, remained silent. My mother died a week after giving birth due to puerperal fever. The emperor didn’t come.
From my deceased mother’s perspective, it was quite an unfair treatment.
“…”
But well, even if he had come earlier, it probably wouldn’t have changed much. The emperor did come to see me a few months later.
The emperor, who didn’t show any particular interest in me, had purple eyes, as known to all the imperial citizens. My hair was black, resembling my mother’s, and blue eyes wouldn’t be evidence of imperial lineage. My mother had red eyes, but since the child had blue eyes…
“So when the emperor saw me as a newborn, he probably thought I wasn’t his child.”
“…”
Reyna quietly looked at Arthur. She also knew this story—the tale of Arthur’s “gray eyes.”
“I, from my perspective, can only think about things like eye color… though such thoughts do cross my mind.”
“…”
From the viewpoint of the person involved, it was a story that no one had heard before.
Arthur continued speaking.
“If you thought my mother lied about my lineage, I’m grateful that you turned a blind eye and let me live.”
“…”
His words felt sharp, and her chest tightened. Reyna held her breath.
Thunk…
The imperial carriage, carrying letters sent from the capital, crossed the drawbridge and knocked on the gates of Julius Castle.
There was no prior arrangement, and it was late, but the well-dressed nobles of the imperial carriage and the imperial seal on the carriage successively opened the external gate, the internal gate, and the gate of Julius Mansion.
【Dear nephew, to Rembrandt.】
【Do as you wish.】
【With love, Maria Abigail von Rusiak.】
【My dearest shield.】
【I’ve arrived safely.】
【You come quickly too.】
【Golden Trophy.】
【P.S. Please give my regards to Arthur and Lady.】
【Did you deliver the letter I gave you?】
Reading the letters from Empress Maria and Prince Kyle in order, Rembrandt scratched his forehead.
“Ah.”
That ‘letter’? I don’t know if I can call that a letter…
“…”
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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