The expression of Prince Norton, who sat diagonally across from her, was unreadable.
He seemed genuinely surprised, but it was unclear in what sense he was surprised.
Prince Tesler had the expression I often saw in the royal palace.
‘Should I kill her, or let her live?’
Whenever Princess Lyselia made an unexpected move, he looked at her with that kind of gaze.
“I enjoy the taste of eating the vanilla foam with this coffee.”
The princess, who had been speaking with a teasing tone as if saying, ‘Have you all fallen for me?’ suddenly flinched.
“Oh my! Oops.”
As she put down the coffee cup, she accidentally spilled coffee on her hand.
Whether it was a genuine mistake or not, I couldn’t tell.
“Oops, it’s hot, hot, hot!”
Despite the coffee being somewhat cooled, Princess Lyselia acted as if she had just pulled her hand out of a fire pit, making a fuss.
Seeing her make such a scene over this level of heat, the suppressed anger surged within me.
Do you know how hot the red potion you spilled on my right face was?
The sensation of putting a heated iron on the flesh?
For a seven-year-old child, it was too much pain to bear.
However, the gazes from those who had experienced burns were even more agonizing.
I clenched my fists, but to let Lionel see, I placed both hands on my knees and exerted force on them.
The pain in my kneecaps gradually intensified, but it was nothing compared to the long-standing wounds in my heart.
“Oh no, let me wipe that for you.”
Lionel took a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it gracefully to the princess.
It was Norton’s handkerchief.
He had squeezed the handkerchief tightly, and it was crumpled.
I glanced at Prince Norton.
He looked at the handkerchief being handed to the princess as if watching an important document falling into the enemy’s hands, his expression darkening.
Prince Norton’s face also resembled a crumpled handkerchief.
The only thing blossoming brightly in the reception room right now was Princess Lyselia’s face.
She gracefully accepted the handkerchief Lionel handed her and wiped the back of her hand.
“Thank you, Your Majesty! To receive Your Majesty’s handkerchief… it’s an honor.”
Princess Lyselia said with a grateful and affectionate tone.
Upon which, Lionel tried to reveal the owner of the handkerchief, saying, ‘Oh, about this handkerchief.’
“Can I keep it, even though I’d like to treasure it?”
She asked shyly, placing the handkerchief on top of my rounded chest.
Is she crazy…
If he allowed it, I was ready to immediately tuck the handkerchief into my chest.
“Well, shouldn’t you ask the prince about that?”
Lionel gestured towards Prince Norton.
“Yes? What do you mean…?”
Princess Lyselia spread her words, rolling her eyes toward the prince.
“Because the prince is the owner of that handkerchief. Originally, I intended to cherish the prince’s handkerchief deep in my chest, but since the princess seems to like that handkerchief, I willingly yield.”
Lionel spoke as if he was bestowing great favor.
I couldn’t help but laugh at his demeanor.
On the contrary, Princess Lyselia’s face lost its smile.
She, who was holding the handkerchief as if it were a treasure, nonchalantly placed it on the table and awkwardly addressed Prince Norton.
“I’ll return it to you, Your Highness.”
“You can throw it away.”
“Oh, no, it’s a good handkerchief. It shouldn’t be casually discarded.”
“In a place where even people are discarded, do you think such a handkerchief matters?”
Prince Norton had a smile on his face, but his tone sounded quite aggressive.
“…Yes?”
The princess swallowed her saliva and opened her eyes.
“Just throw it away, Princess.”
Prince Norton emphasized once again.
“I’m not the type to discard anything, not only objects but also people.”
She blinked her eyes and spoke with an innocent voice.
Strange conversations that were somewhat incomprehensible exchanged between the two.
From the perspective of those listening to their conversation, it seemed a bit odd, but the parties involved understood each other.
I’m getting thirsty for no reason.
I want to drink water, but there’s only coffee that looks like soap bubbles in front of me.
I reluctantly took a sip of the coffee that Lyselia had brought, as if drinking poison to quench my thirst.
“Your Majesty, we will now withdraw to the separate palace with a guest room.”
The Tezler Prince, who had been alternating between looking at Princess Lyselia and Prince Norton since earlier, had a much tired expression compared to when I first saw him.
“Do that. You must be tired from the long journey, so rest well today. Tomorrow, let’s have a meal together and talk about the hunting competition. We can also discuss things you haven’t had a chance to share with the Empress.”
“Thank you for your consideration.”
Prince Tezler glanced at me and nodded slightly.
“Is it okay, Empress?”
He asked for my opinion.
It was not a consideration that I wanted at all, but I had to respond.
“Yes, Your Majesty. I will do so.”
“…Oh, surprising.”
After looking at my face, Lionel, leaning back, was surprised.
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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