“The prince of the birds, I never thought he’d be such a villain…”
“He’s been acting like a royal without being one.”
The revelation that the prince of the birds was the ultimate villain shook the entire nation. Of course, those who couldn’t believe this fact grumbled in disbelief.
“Isn’t it strange that Prince Hadel entered the capital, and this situation unfolded immediately?”
“Perhaps it was a planned conspiracy…”
However, since there were more than a few witnesses, suspicions remained just that – suspicions.
With Hadel at the center of the palace, I naturally became an important figure within the palace as his lover.
“Even though we’re not officially married yet, it’s regrettable that the authority is kept to a minimum.”
Still, there were no closed or blocked doors in front of me. Thanks to that, I could easily hear all the stories, and I chuckled at the irony.
“Ah, this is the court. Right, that’s how it was.”
My head involuntarily shook at the scent of court intrigue, which I hadn’t experienced in a long time.
Such sharp criticisms were naturally directed at me as well.
“Hey, how can such a baseless woman live in the palace?”
“She must have been picked up. If it were in the North, I wouldn’t know, but in the capital, and even pretending to be the prince’s companion?”
The skill of producing voices audible enough to reach my ears was quite impressive.
If I were truly a commoner, I might have been hurt by such comments.
“What are you saying?”
Such contempt didn’t hurt or tickle. Instead of getting angry with them, I smiled.
“…?”
When they were taken aback by my sudden broad smile.
Snap!
Whoosh!
“Yikes!”
“Eek!”
As our fingers touched, flames rose and singed the tips of their hair.
“Hmph.”
Didn’t they know I was a mana user? I had no reason to watch them running around asking to put out the flames, so I busily walked away. Evelyn chuckled and said, “It’s a flame just enough to scorch the hair and disappear. Your mana control is impressive.”
“Well, it’s just this much.”
I swept my hair to the back. The pink hair swayed like waves.
“Since you made strange remarks in my ears, I only showed them that much.”
“You’re mischievous.”
The flames went out, and as surprised as they were, they glared at me, but it didn’t hurt or tickle.
“Compared to the different races that eyed me on the battlefield, this is nothing.”
I let out a snort. Openly pretending to be pitiful, Sesil, who followed me anxiously, unexpectedly said, “Marian seems very familiar with court intrigue.”
He expressed it in a pretty way, saying that I, a rural bumpkin unfamiliar with palace life, seemed to know nothing about it.
“Though Sesil probably didn’t mean it in that way.”
I shrugged my shoulders.
“Well, I was born and raised here.”
“Huh?”
Sesil frowned, as if asking what Sesil meant. I smiled brightly.
“In fact, the palace intrigue was even more intense when I played the role of a princess in the royal palace.”
Currently, the royal court had no manners or protocols. There used to be so many protocols in the past.
“Even walking through the corridors, speaking loudly was considered a sign of poor quality.”
Even when glaring at others, do it elegantly so it doesn’t look malicious.
As a result, the palace language became ridiculously complicated, and even when receiving compliments, one had to think for a long time whether it was indeed a compliment.
“In that sense, Espen did something good. He destroyed the complicated palace protocols.”
Still, it was a bit forced to have positive feelings. Whenever I thought of Espen, it felt uncomfortable, like the residue at the bottom of an inkwell.
It was when I, thinking of Espen, had a dark expression. Evelyn, as if refreshing the atmosphere, smiled and changed the topic.
“It turns out there is a lot of information about Lady Marian in the royal records. It’s fortunate.”
“Oh? Is that so? What?”
My records?
Intrigued, I listened closely, and with a smiling face, Evelyn brought up my embarrassing past.
“The story of crossing walls, bypassing guards, and going to the market without being noticed?”
“Oops.”
Did I really do that? I couldn’t remember.
Without a chance to object, another embarrassing history poured out.
“In addition, stories like flipping all the books in the library shelves upside down, making the librarian cry, or drawing eyebrows on the king’s portrait…”
“Wh-who wrote such records?!”
I can’t cause a commotion, I’m a person from a hundred years ago! It’s frustrating. To stab me in the back like this!
“Where on earth did you find such information? I searched diligently through history books, and there was almost no record of me.”
The information I found in the North was just about Princess Marian participating in the war, nothing more.
In response to my question, Evelyn made a complex and subtle expression.
“That’s the thing.”
According to Evelyn, the reason my records remained in the royal archives was entirely due to Espen.
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!”
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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…
——
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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