“That Royal Physician used such a herb.”

Once again, she bit her lips fretfully against the rising anxiety, just when she was standing by the door.

The silence was broken by a knock. Lea opened the door of the apothecary’s room before asking who it was.

“Rickel!”

“Seems like you were waiting for me?”

Entering and closing the door, he playfully squinted his eyes and grinned as usual.

“Why are you so late?”

“Me? I don’t need to visit the apothecary if I’m not sick.”

Even when she asked him to visit the apothecary immediately after sunset, she thought Rickel would come right away, considering the urgency of the Count’s situation.

As he sat nonchalantly on the chair at the table, Lea’s heart started pounding. ‘Could it be…… did I misjudge?’

‘No.’

Her quick senses from her previous life told her this was a gamble worth taking. Lea hoped that her choice wouldn’t be wrong.

“Tell me. Did you want to see me like the chef said, or…”

“…….”

“Did you have something to report?”

Rickel’s mouth curved slyly as he posed the two conjectures. Staring at him, Lea gradually opened her mouth.

“As you know, the Count is in critical condition right now.”

“Hmm. I heard that. I also heard that you were driven away for arguing that the royal physician’s prescription was wrong.”

He responded with a teasing gesture, touching Lea’s swollen left cheek. Lea clenched her teeth as she recalled the royal physician and Bayern who drove her out of the room.

‘At least I don’t play with people’s lives.’

The reason he brought the rare herb from the East as a cure was probably due to the insufficient medical skills of a rookie apothecary.

He would have to concede if he was cornered with eloquent words.

However, he didn’t know that Lea had thoroughly memorized the book on herbalism.

The reason why Lea, who came from an orphanage, was able to obtain the apothecary license was because she had almost memorized the entire herbalism book.

The royal physician who prescribed the toxic herb. She didn’t know the full details, but the Count was in danger.

‘And so am I.’

It wasn’t just about money.

If anything happens to the Count, she would be responsible.

‘Was this planned from the beginning?’

That’s why the royal physician was so calm about prescribing the wrong medication. Lea was not a naive twentytwoyearold apothecary.

In her previous life, she had been through numerous incidents and was fed up with being politically exploited.

“Rickel, listen carefully. The doctor’s prescription is indeed wrong.”

“…….”

“The Royal Physician said that the Count’s convulsion is a myogenic phenomenon, but it’s not! If this continues, the Count will be in real danger.”

Rickel, who had been indifferent, furrowed his brows at the words that the Count could die.
“Leopard grass isn’t beneficial for vascular diseases, it will entirely dissolve Count Heidern’s vessels. And then, if that happens…”

“If that happens?”

Lea swallowed the words she couldn’t dare to utter. The thought of death looming over the Count made her dizzy.

Ricard remained silent for a while upon hearing Lea’s verbose explanation. After what felt like a few seconds, he opened his mouth, having stared at her with a seemingly blank look.

“Lea. If I listen to what you’re saying.”

His lowpitched voice calling Lea’s name echoed.

“It seems you didn’t summon me for reporting purposes, but to ask for help treating the Count.”

Ricard’s deep violet eyes intensified as he stared at Lea. She gulped at the piercing gaze that seemed to see right through her.

“That’s right.”

Lea managed to steady her trembling voice. It was Ricard who had troubled her breathlessly since morning.

Despite being under the Count’s orders and playing a doubleagent role, Lea was still unsure if Ricard was a friend or foe to the Count.

‘If he had wanted to kill him, he wouldn’t have received reports from me, a pharmacist. He would have assigned some other task.’

Like poisoning. Or adding a small amount of poison to the medicine to cause an overdose. Lea was in the perfect position to kill the Count.

But there had been no such special command.

So, Lea thought. Perhaps the highranking individual paying an enormous fee for surveillance might actually be on the Count’s side.

Although reckless, there was no other way at the moment.

Bayern had blocked access to the bedroom. Aside from the butler and the royal physician, no one was allowed inside.

The only way to save the Count’s life now was ‘that person’ who was backing Ricard.

“From now on, I’ll report to you, Ricard. The highranking individual you serve asked me to watch over the Count.”

“…”

“The Count is currently in a critical condition. If that person wishes for the Count’s death, I’ll remain quiet here.”

Upon hearing Lea’s words, no emotion was reflected on Ricard’s face. He merely listened silently. This was a gamble for Lea.

“But, if he needs to be saved, I must treat the Count immediately. So, please make your decision.”

Lea’s leafcolored eyes shone with determination.

‘So that I can treat the Count.’

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!”

——

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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