A few minutes before the death of the King of Norden was announced in the conference room.
Olivia was gasping for breath.
It was overwhelmingly oppressive to have Cryer so close, she felt as if she might faint at any moment.
Cryer, who was looking into her trembling blue eyes like a reed swaying in a storm, opened his mouth.
“This contract is……”
Just as he was about to speak about his slavery contract.
Knock.
Knockknockknock.
“Your Majesty, Your Majesty!”
Despite being firmly warned not to disturb, a frantic knock and an even more urgent servant’s voice echoed together in the room.
Both Olivia and Cryer turned their gazes to the door simultaneously, and soon found themselves facing each other.
“Your Majesty! Your Majesty, I am terribly sorry but something…something terrible has happened!”
“Seems like.”
“We must get up.”
Although the two exchanged words as if they had made a promise, their actions did not follow suit.
Olivia, who was trying to rise, was whimpering as her legs wouldn’t muster the strength, and Cryer just looked at Olivia in a daze.
Knockknockknockknock.
Due to the knocking sound becoming rougher and more urgent than before, Olivia licked her lips and finally reached out to Cryer.
“Help me.”
“You said you would help me.”
“That’s one thing. This is another. Help me up for now.”
Towards Olivia, who was boldly stating all she had to say even though she was trembling at the slightest movement or growling, Cryer laughed.
“You’re right about that.”
He quickly helped Olivia up, and she stumbled like a newborn fawn, banging her legs on the floor several times.
“Can you walk?”
“I can do at least that.”
“Your Majesty!”
Because Olivia feared that if she delayed any further, the servant outside would keep calling until he died, she exerted strength in her trembling legs and headed towards the door.
Silence.
Between the opened doors, the servant’s face was emotionless but full of confusion.
“Your Majesty?”
“Yes. What is it that has you in such a fuss?”
To the calm voice of Olivia, who wore the face of the perfect Imperial Princess, the servant answered in a voice considerably smaller than before.
“The King of Norden has met his fate.”
Olivia’s eyes, looking down on the servant’s bowed head, trembled with anxiety.
The King of Norden is dead? He’s dead…? What? The one who declared war over four lifetimes before this fifth regression?
Things had changed a little with each regression, but was the death of the King of Norden a trivial matter?
Lost in confusion, Olivia felt Cryer approaching from behind, causing her shoulders to stiffen with tension.
“Is this true?”
In response to Cryer’s low voice, wearing the mask of a knight just like Olivia, the servant gave a simple answer.
“Yes.”
Upon hearing Cryer’s following words, Olivia quickly turned her head towards him.
“I see.”
“Is that all… No, let’s go for now.”
Olivia, swallowing her words, gestured to the servant.
As she accepted his guidance and moved forward, Olivia gave Cryer a sidelong glance.
The King of Norden is dead and he doesn’t bat an eye.
A real knight would have exploded and run off immediately, but not Cryer.
But so much so? Is it normal to have no reaction at all?
Weren’t he and the King of Norden at least comrades in the same boat…?
Olivia chewed the inside of her mouth.
No, the King of Norden was a person not involved in this war.
Upon reaching this conclusion, Olivia felt a sudden wave of relaxation.
One or two people dying is just a drop in the ocean compared to war casualties.
Moreover, it’s a person unrelated to the major plot.
“We’re here.”
Whether Olivia had lost spirit or not, the servant dutifully led them to their destination, and soon they were able to see the King of Norden, turned into a grisly corpse.
The King, his neck impaled on a pointed part of an ornament, didn’t even have time to close his eyes as if he had encountered something completely unexpected, and a pool of blood formed under his still bleeding feet, casting a scarlet light.
“What on earth happened?”
Wiping off her initial shock at the sight more gruesome than she expected, Olivia closely examined the corpse of the King of Norden.
And Cryer was also scanning not only the corpse but the whole surrounding area.
After turning the corpse’s eyes upside down and even checking the pulse, Olivia shook her head.
“No one could save him, even if they came.”
She gestured to the servant waiting in the back.
“What happened?”
“It seems there was an accident after a misstep on the stairs.”
“An accident, you say?”
“Yes.”
Olivia tilted her head in thought.
“What did the attending servant say?”
“He wished to be left alone for a while, so we all withdrew.”
“So, in the end, we don’t know anything for certain.”
“I apologize.”
“Sort it out.”
“Yes.”
As the servants cleaned up the body, Olivia found herself approaching Cryer, who was inspecting the upper part of the stairs.
“An accident, they say.”
“Perhaps.”
“Perhaps, again?”
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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