She had chosen to wear a servant’s outfit, the only difference being the color at the end of the ribbon fastening her apron, but she soon lost interest.
What if this happens, what if that happens.
It’s just a dress she’ll wear for a short walk and then return.
Besides, it’s not the whole ribbon, just the color of the flapping part at the end that’s slightly different, no need to mention the palace’s discipline and such.
Olivia, who left the palace with a light step, tilted her head at the threeway intersection.
“Let’s see. If I go this way, there’s the rose garden, and that way is the fountain, and then……”
Looking at the last remaining path, Olivia soon nodded her head.
A small path frequented by servants.
“Today, let’s try somewhere fresh. I’m dressed like this, after all.”
Dressed in a servant’s outfit, it would be annoying if she bumped into someone while loitering around the rose garden or the fountain.
Because that’s a place only the royal family or those with permission can go.
She’s not out to enjoy the view, she’s out to cool her head, so a new place wouldn’t be too bad.
Step, step.
In the quiet surroundings, only Olivia’s footsteps echoed, apart from the occasional sound of bugs and the wind tickling her cheeks.
After walking for a while, Olivia stopped without much thought and looked up at the sky.
“It will be a full moon soon.”
The ribbon at her waist shook slightly as she gauged the shape of the moon.
And in the bushes behind her.
Someone Olivia was completely unaware of was staring at her intently.
The whites of their eyes reddened as if bloodshot, the wrinkles on their jaw from biting down too hard, and their slowly opening mouth.
“She’s… arrived.”
The woman’s face, having confirmed the color at the end of the fluttering ribbon, twisted grotesquely for a moment.
The moonlit sickle in the hand of the woman who had been crouching in the bushes and slowly rising, was giving off a heavy glow.
“The meeting will be held on the full moon, what’s happening around this time…”
Olivia, still looking up at the sky and lost in thought, turned around quickly at the sound of a hoarse voice behind her.
“How dare you! Even with that ribbon!”
With a shout filled with anger and hatred, a flashing blade entered Olivia’s eyes.
She gasped and threw her body forward without a chance to make a sound.
A noble, let alone a royal, rolling on the ground.
It wasn’t about dignity or pride, but Olivia, who could roll on the ground a thousand times if it was to survive, rolled desperately.
“Die! Just die!”
As Olivia rolled around dodging the blind sickle, her back hit a hard tree.
“Ah!”
Crack!
Above Olivia’s head, the sickle rebounded loudly from the tree, which was thicker than her torso.
Somehow, Olivia, who had managed to avoid the attacks in quick succession as if by divine intervention, cried out unwittingly.
“Why did I turn into the path I don’t usually take!”
What’s wrong with the usual walking path.
If she’s discovered, she could just admit she’s the princess!
Fresh, new, coming to a new place, and what a disaster this has turned out to be!
But instead of losing her senses or catching her breath, Olivia, who had just escaped from the woman trying to pull the sickle out of the tree, quickly scanned her from top to bottom.
She’s not an assassin.
The moment she came to that conclusion.
“Get a grip!”
She shouted loudly, but her voice didn’t reach the woman, whose eyes had completely flipped.
If she could overpower this woman with intimidation in this state.
“Are you kidding me! You idiot! Get a grip, you crazy!”
Foul language that could hardly be imagined coming from a princess spewed from her mouth, but it didn’t seem to reach the ears of her opponent, who had completely lost her mind.
The moment the sickle was cutting through the air towards her face.
“What the hell……!”
As she crossed her arms to block the sickle plunging into her face, a faint voice flowed into Olivia’s ear.
“You have a foul mouth.”
At the same time, there was a sound of something bursting.
Even though the tip of the sickle had come right up to her nose, Olivia, who had not closed her eyes, saw a familiar back come into her view.
Incomparably wide and solid.
Cryer.
He casually shook off his sword, and Olivia, dropping her gaze from his back, asked.
“Did you… kill her?”
“Yes.”
A terrifyingly calm and concise answer came back.
She asked a foolish question. Obviously, seeing what was before her eyes, she would be dead.
Looking down at the bloodstains on the tips of her shoes, Olivia suddenly thought.
‘Once you lay hands, you have to see blood.’
Cryer had said so one day in the past.
She didn’t have to see any blood at the last martial arts tournament because she didn’t even pull out her real sword, but this time……
The trace where he swept out his sword was clearly stained red with blood.
The reason Cryer always had to see blood was because of the damn sick taste of the ancient god……
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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