“The Empress has granted her approval. If you have complaints, you should take them to the Empress’s palace.”
Of course, she knew he wouldn’t. The Crown Prince, his face turning pale, glared at Amy with resentment before turning away, creating a chilly atmosphere as he left the Second Prince’s palace without looking back.
‘He ignored me dying in a dungeon over such shallow affection.’
Amy was still amazed at the Crown Prince’s behavior, which seemed like he was the one betrayed, but she quickly calmed herself down.
‘This is not the time for such trivial thoughts.’
Finally, the guards, accompanied by the clanking of armor, stopped in front of them. Amy took a deep breath and gracefully curtsied.
“I am Amelia, the chief maid of the Second Prince’s palace.”
The guard looked down at her with arrogance and said nonchalantly.
“We have brought an imperial order from His Majesty.”
Amy, keeping her mouth shut, smiled faintly. ‘Look at that, not even introducing themselves?’
The guard, noticing Amy just smiling without responding, furrowed his brow. Amy, after a brief pause, finally spoke.
“The Second Prince is here.”
“I am aware of that.”
The guard’s eyes shifted from the boy standing beside Amy and then back to her. A vein throbbed on Amy’s forehead.
‘You know, yet you act like this?’
Hiding her inner thoughts, Amy spoke softly.
“The descendant of the imperial sun awaits greetings from Captain Martin of the Guard.”
Do they need to be spoon-fed? Amy’s icy gaze made the captain finally realize his omission.
“Oh, um, I mean… Your Highness, the Second Prince.”
His reaction was as if he had never even considered greeting properly. Amy’s frustration grew, especially seeing the Second Prince more flustered than the captain.
“Amy.”
The Second Prince, with a troubled look, gently tugged at Amy’s sleeve. She coldly brushed off his hand and silently asked with her eyes, ‘What?’
“I’m fine with it…”
Glancing at the burly captain and the guards, he mumbled timidly. Amy blew a breath of frustration, flipping her bangs, then spoke again with a falsely sweet tone.
“Of course, Your Highness. You are generous.”
The Second Prince wisely stayed silent, catching on that Amy’s kindness wasn’t genuine. Amy gave a faint smile.
“However, subordinates can’t afford such leniency. It’s a matter of etiquette in the imperial palace and respect for the royal family. Isn’t that right, Captain Martin?”
With a look that dared the captain to find any fault in her words, Amy turned to him. The captain, finding nothing wrong to object to, had become mute.
“…I offer my greetings, Your Highness, the Second Prince. I am Martin, the captain of the palace guards.”
Finally, he bowed his head to the Second Prince.
“Ah, um, yes… pleased to meet you.”
The Second Prince, glancing at Amy for cues, tried to gracefully accept the captain’s greeting. Though not fully satisfied, Amy, thinking this was enough, moved on to the main issue.
“Please hand over His Majesty’s imperial order to His Highness.”
“Yes.”
The captain, eager to leave, quickly handed over the rolled-up scroll to Amy. She took it with both hands and presented it respectfully to the Second Prince. He swallowed hard before slowly unrolling the scroll.
“…Amy, is this correct?”
After briefly scanning the contents, the Second Prince whispered to Amy, tilting his head slightly. Amy, standing demurely beside him, quickly scanned the imperial order.
‘Let’s see, the land is indeed the combined three northern territories… Recognized as an independent duchy, not just a province… Excellent! And an annual tribute of thirty bags of gold to the empire. That’s manageable.’
Internally cheering, Amy straightened up with an expressionless face and nodded elegantly.
“Please offer your thanks to His Majesty, Your Highness.”
“Okay.”
The Second Prince, as practiced with Amy the day before, faced the direction of the main palace where the Emperor resided. Placing his hand on his chest, he bowed gracefully and exclaimed loudly.
“I offer my endless gratitude for the grace of the Sun of the Empire, may the glory of the Empire always be with His Majesty.”
The captain and guards, who had been ignoring the Second Prince all this while, had a subtle change in their expression at the decent display of etiquette. Regardless, Amy issued them a dismissal.
“Now, His Highness must depart for the duchy…”
“Ah, yes.”
The captain, sensing something odd, kept looking back even as he rode away. Amy patiently waited until they were completely out of sight. Finally, when they disappeared, she let out a sigh and approached the carriage.
“Aren’t we leaving now?”
As Amy rechecked if everything was loaded onto the carriage, the Second Prince, tilting his head, asked. Wasn’t their business at the palace concluded with the receipt of the Emperor’s order?
At his words, Amy hesitated with an ambiguous expression, and just as she was about to reply, she finally heard the sound she had been waiting for.
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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