“Yes. Lady Ferdia wanted to go to that restaurant.”
The maid told Dorothea all the stories she had heard.
The people of the Ferdia family, who rarely showed themselves unless it was an official event, had gone out for a family dinner.
Among them, Elodie Ferdia was the most talkedabout.
“Somehow Duke Trokel bumped into Lady Ferdia, and the two young masters tried to punish the duke for protecting Lady Ferdia. Even Duke Ferdia himself!”
“The Duke himself?”
It was unexpected.
Dorothea knew Duke Ferdia’s personality well. Wasn’t he quite famous?
A cold person without a word of interest in others.
That was not even an exception for his own daughter.
Dorothea, inside the blanket, gnawed at her nails.
‘This isn’t it!’
She couldn’t show herself in front of others because of her ruined skin, but Elodie Ferdia was taking advantage of the gap to rise in status, mentioned by others.
It seemed like she was even threatened by her position in the social circle.
By Elodie Ferdia, of all people.
A mere bastard who didn’t even manifest any power, being threatened by Elodie was a tremendous shame for Dorothea.
“Also, it seems some magician insulted Lady Ferdia at the dinner table? Sir Carlott was terribly angry, it was quite a scene.”
“He was terribly angry?”
“Yes. He dared to ignore his sister.”
“…….”
Wasn’t Carlott Ferdia a man who abhorred his sister?
What had happened lately to reverse his reaction so completely regarding Elodie Ferdia?
“Yes, that’s so. If there are more interesting stories next time, let me know.”
“Understood.”
“Then go.”
“If you need anything, call me.”
As the maid went outside, Dorothea sat in front of the dressing table.
The mirrors in the room were removed long ago. Looking at them made her want to break them several times a day.
Even calling all the skilled imperial pharmacists couldn’t cure the rash on her skin.
Once, she begged her mother to ask the Duchess of Ferdia for help, but she wouldn’t listen.
“I’ll never kneel to Themis, even if I die. Daughter, don’t even think about it.”
Instead, her mother, fearing Dorothea might go to Themis, stationed a soldier in front of her room under the pretext of protection.
Already reluctant to meet people, Dorothea became even more confined to her room.
“This is all because of Elodie Ferdia…….”
Elodie bringing the Mercenary King Ian to the banquet was the beginning.
If it weren’t for that, neither she nor her mother would have visited the Ferdia family, and then her skin wouldn’t have been ruined.
Dorothea thought of the angelically beautiful Elodie’s face as she clenched the hem of her dress.
Just then.
“Dorothea. Have you been like this all this time? Aren’t you frustrated?”
Duke Angelos opened the tightly closed door and came in.
“Father!!”
Dorothea, whining, embraced Duke Angelos.
“When will the next pharmacist come? You said you’d find out again.”
Dorothea asked, stomping her foot, but Duke Angelos did not give the answer she wanted.
“The pharmacist is done now.”
“What? What do you mean?”
“An invitation to the Ishtar Shrine gathering has arrived. Get ready to go.”
At Duke Angelos’s words, Dorothea covered her face with both hands and screamed in a hoarse voice.
“How can I go like this!”
If it’s the day of the Ishtar Shrine gathering, all the direct descendants of the four great families will gather!
She couldn’t show herself in this state.
Unlike the panicking Dorothea, Duke Angelos was calm throughout.
“Don’t worry, my child. Daddy will take care of everything.”
“……How?”
“This person will help.”
At those words, someone quietly came in through the opened door.
When Dorothea met the intense eyes staring at her, she felt a chill.
Duke Angelos introduced with a friendly smile.
“Formally greet him. Gabe Zenaid. The magician who will help us.”
(This is a time divider.)
While getting ready to go out, the maid rushed over and asked excitedly.
“Miss, is it true? They say you ordered Trokel Viscount to cut off his shoulder! And that he knelt, too.”
“What do you think? Does it sound true?”
My maid pondered my question and then answered cheerfully.
“If it’s the Miss…… Yes!”
“Ugh!”
I suddenly felt my blood pressure rise and grabbed the back of my neck.
This was the trust level of my only personal maid.
I felt deeply wronged.
Although my past self was a bit spoiled, I only did things like slap or push or maybe give a lot of work. I never did things like cutting off shoulders.
‘The servants in the annex are still running away so they don’t catch my eye, though.’
It was fine since I had a personal maid, Marsha.
Being alone wasn’t bad either, and I didn’t need others to attend to me since I will have to live independently without maids later on anyway. Let’s call it a rehearsal.
“What’s today’s schedule, Miss?”
Marsha, who quickly approached and was fixing my hair, asked.
“I’m going to the mercenary group.”
“You haven’t been in a while, but you’re going today. Shall I accompany you?”
“No. Reian is there, so it’s okay.”
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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