I was curious about how Vika was teaching Kian… I mean, she’s not invoking dark spirits to paralyze him, right?
I wish I could read memories too.
“Vika’s not a bad influence on Kian, right? Like telling him about Balat, or only telling him stories about dark elves and ghosts. Vika likes that kind of stuff.”
In other words, Vika was an elf who was a fan of the Demon King, dark elves, and ghosts.
“If you’re that worried, you should learn manners quickly. You need to get accustomed to the etiquette of this world so that I can get closer to Kian and learn some parenting lessons as planned. You know you’re the bigger problem right now, don’t you?”
“I can learn such manners quickly.”
“That’s not what I’m talking about. You remember when I told you Gillian’s wedding was coming up soon? In the novel you read, the wedding was described simply, but a royal wedding isn’t simple. It’s held on a grand scale.”
“I know it’s held on a grand scale. Although it’s described in one line, it was written like that. But why is that my problem?”
“We have to go through the procession together.”
“Wait. So, we have to go through the crowd together?”
“That’s why it’s a problem. You have agoraphobia, you get panic attacks in crowded places.”
I could already feel the nausea creeping up. As soon as I covered my mouth, Sicar, who knew my condition well, immediately called Andrea to bring me some antinausea medicine.
Fortunately, I didn’t vomit because of the antinausea medicine, but the feeling of nausea didn’t get any better.
I had agoraphobia, where I felt dizzy and frightened in crowds, often fainting.
As a result, I had never attended a graduation or entrance ceremony where lots of people gathered.
The only thing that didn’t scare me was children. That’s why I became a kindergarten teacher in the countryside.
Sicar knew that well, which is why our wedding was modest.
“Is there… any way to avoid it?”
“It’s impossible for us to miss the procession at the king’s wedding. However, I have a good idea. On that day, wear a hat with a veil and sleep in the carriage after you get on. When you open your eyes, everything will be over.”
“Can I really do that? But how do I sleep?”
“Vika will summon a sleep spirit to put you to sleep.”
“So, when I wake up from sleep, I can be home again?”
“You have to greet the queen, so you can’t. When you open your eyes, it will be after the wedding and you will be with a few nobles including the royal family.”
That’s also nervewracking… But, if it’s not hundreds of people and that small number of people, I won’t be unable to breathe, so it should be fine.
“Then this problem is solved, there’s no more problem, right?”
“No, the problem starts now. You have to meet the king and queen, but you don’t know what a rank is, and you can’t dance.”
‘What are you talking about.’
“Do we have to dance?”
“You’re asking the obvious.”
“Can’t we not dance? As you know, the only dance I know is the children’s song dance steps…”
Sicar squinted his eyes and glanced at me.
“You really.”
What did I do wrong?
“You seem worried that you might step on my foot because you can’t dance.”
“…”
“Do you like me that much?”
“Stop it…”
“Don’t worry. I won’t be stepped on by your small feet.”
Maybe I should just step on him without hesitation. The moment I was thinking about how I could step on his foot more painfully, Sicar sighed deeply.
“I’ve never felt helpless in my life. But you, really, I don’t know where to start teaching you. That’s why I’m going to start a special training from today.”
“Special training…?”
“First of all, I need to correct your speech and behavior, and the way you walk. You don’t know how to deal with nobles at all.”
Having lived all my life as a commoner and also keeping people at a distance, at first everything was strange to me, such as having someone serve me or giving orders to someone. So I struggled at first to learn those things.
Now I have just corrected those things, and now I have to learn how to deal with nobles. Even dealing with ordinary people is hard, let alone dealing with nobles, I feel dizzy.
However, the socalled ranks that Sicar was teaching me seemed strange somehow.
“First, when the nobles offer their greetings, there is no need to respond right away. Just glance at them and then nobly nod your head once. Do you understand?”
This probably wasn’t the way nobles greet each other. Is this not a villain’s way of greeting?
“You want me to treat people like that? And those are nobles? Doesn’t that seem a bit arrogant…?”
“It’s showing a dignified image. You are a duchess, after all.”
As Sicar suggested, it seemed quite convenient to interact with people to that extent. However, I have never treated people that way before.
If I can’t properly pretend to be the dignified duchess that Sicar speaks of, it seemed better to at least pretend to be a lady of dignity.
“I don’t think I can handle the role you’re talking about. You know that. I’ve been so polite…”
“You were just timid.”
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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