The day after the rain had weakened, and the dark clouds had gradually faded.
The royal palace was tranquil, as if the completion of the ancient god’s summoning ritual and the capture of the culprit were all lies.
And in the middle of the princess’s palace, just like any other day.
“Is it about Lady Taren?”
“Yes.”
Surprised by the unexpected summon, Olivia, who had put down her documents, couldn’t hide her confusion.
Lady Anbeuh Taren had safely returned home the previous day.
“We’ll take care of these two in our household.”
Taking even the mother and daughter who had been kidnapped at the same time.
The criminal seeking the god would now be squirming in the depths of the palace’s lowest place, the underground dungeon.
Anyway, the case that didn’t even see a hair of the ancient god, let alone the top of its head, was concluded.
But wasn’t it just a few hours after it was concluded.
Naturally, if she was the victim…
When she faced Anbeuh Taren, Olivia naturally asked.
“Isn’t it time for you to rest now?”
“Everyone said so, but it’s just a scratched wound. Rather, Your Highness…”
Anbeuh trailed off, furrowing her eyebrows.
After all, hadn’t Olivia faced the pouring rain for a long time?
There was no way Olivia, who had a slightly better constitution than ordinary people, would be fine.
At first glance, her face was pale and deeply tired, but Olivia waved it off lightly.
“I don’t even have a small wound, what are you saying? Rather, I’m glad you’re okay.”
“Yes, Your Highness, if it’s not too much, that knight…”
“He’s fine too.”
Of course, the palm pierced by a dagger was hard to call fine, but that kind of wound would be nothing more than a small scratch to him.
“Ah…”
At the concise answer, Anbeuh tried to open her mouth again, but closed it.
Olivia didn’t soothe her. After all, it was just a few hours after a major incident.
Seeing her bring up Cryer, it seemed like she was fully aware of the situation at the time.
Olivia opened her blurry eyes as her slowly turning thoughts finally caught up.
Could it be, she fell for Cryer, the knight who dramatically saved her, and came to talk about it.
Given the last epic of love, it was definitely a possibility…
She had already firmly declared that she had nothing to do with him in terms of love.
As Anbeuh, who did not open her mouth and was only looking down at her teacup, stared at her rosy top of the head, Olivia fumbled with her hands.
Startled.
As Olivia was about to pick up her teacup, she frowned. Her fingertips were heavy and dull, and her field of vision was terribly narrow.
She clicked her tongue inwardly.
Although there was no actual scratch, her hands and feet were as cold as ice, and she was feeling dizzy even while sitting.
She was well aware that she was far from being in a healthy state.
However, if she wasn’t going to collapse and die right away, she had to do what she had to do.
She was well aware of the fact that she was in a position where she could kill or save people with a single signature.
As she was about to wet her dry mouth with a hot tea because of her burning fever, Anbeuh opened her mouth.
“That knight. He’s related to this incident, right?”
It was a question that hit the mark.
She thought she would just talk about how the image of Cryer saving her was like a prince in a fairy tale.
Of course, even if she was hit on the spot, she couldn’t ask how she knew with a surprised expression.
Maintaining a faint smile, Olivia tilted her head in a questioning manner.
“Of course. Didn’t he save you?”
At the flawless answer, Anbeuh nodded vigorously.
“Of course. But what I’m talking about is related to the ‘god’.”
At the same time as Anbeuh closed her mouth, a dark shadow flared up above her.
“Cryer!”
Her vision was spinning, but Olivia had a firm grip on Cryer’s arm.
When she forcefully pulled his arm towards her, the shadow that hung over Anbeuh slowly faded.
Finally, having made Cryer sit next to her, Olivia opened her mouth.
“Lady, breathe.”
“Uh, huff! Huff, huff.”
Only then did Anbeuh realize she had been holding her breath and let out a rough breath.
Holding Cryer’s arm tightly, Olivia spoke to Anbeuh.
“Whatever you’ve realized, just keep it to yourself. No, forget it.”
That day, that time. Anbeuh Taren saw something, realized something.
One thing, just that.
“Forget it.”
Olivia stared at Ambrose, trying to catch his breath, repeating her words.
Yes. She should forget.
The ‘God’ Ambrose mentioned had no form yet, but Cryer, chained to this God, would not accept her.
If Olivia hadn’t caught him, Ambrose wouldn’t even have realized his breath was breaking…
But Ambrose’s subsequent words were more unexpected than before.
“I want to help.”
“What?”
Despite trembling under Cryer’s gaze, Ambrose did not back down.
“You saved me. I owe my life, I want to repay you.”
“Just fulfill your duties as the future Taren Lord and that would be enough.”
Despite Olivia’s iron defense, Ambrose did not back down.
“I am Taren as you said. I will be of help in any situation.”
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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