Prince Belial was a man renowned for his gentleness and kindness, popular among the citizens and with many followers. Usually, his acts of kindness and consideration were overflowing, and those who worked at the prince’s palace always praised him.
“It’s okay, Your Highness. Another doctor has already checked, and… I really don’t want to be confirmed dead in another check-up.”
A gentle breeze fluttered the prince’s purple hair, soft as cotton candy.
The mysterious shade of his hair, neither dark nor light, often made me lose track of time just by looking at it.
Prince Belial’s blue eyes seemed to glisten with unshed tears upon hearing my firm refusal.
In multiple reincarnations, no matter the circumstances, he was always the man who treated me kindly and lovingly without ever changing.
Maybe if I had loved such a man, my end would have been different.
“…How many months did the doctor say you have left?”
Detor awkwardly asked, his intentions transparently clear. I couldn’t help but smirk at his question.
Before sipping my tea, I glanced at the three of them. Since all three drank the same tea and were fine, I figured I wouldn’t die from this tea.
‘Always worrying about when and how I might die in any situation.’
Even though I’m alive, it’s not really living.
“They said I have about half a year left.”
“Oh…”
“It’s enough time to settle my affairs, so it’s okay.”
Detor closed his lips tight, his brows furrowing as if in deep sorrow. As both men’s gaze turned to me, Delia’s sobbing intensified.
“Don’t worry. You’ll be fine. I’ll always pray for you.”
Delia cried prettily, deliberately leaving her tears unchecked. As her sobbing grew louder, Detor wrapped his arms around her, comforting her.
Tired of constantly hearing the crying, I casually nodded and changed the subject.
“By the way, Your Highness, is it okay for you to be here? I heard Princess Lefrlio went to the temple for prayers.”
“Ah… Yes. The Emperor commanded her to marry a prince from another country, um, so my sister ran away to the temple.”
Prince Belial, surprised by the sudden question, replied with a shy and reddened face.
“I heard Miss NiRiel isn’t really interested in others’ affairs…”
“Still, it’s important to stay informed about the major events of the empire.”
“Indeed… You are wise.”
Prince Belial smiled warmly, his face turning red to the ears as he nodded in agreement.
He always had a charming smile. Catching my intense gaze, his face heated up even more, and soon he shyly averted his eyes.
Detor, who had been comforting Delia, released her shoulder and turned his upper body towards me.
“Leferentia. I will find a cure for sure.”
“…You, Detor?”
“Of course. Just because you are sick doesn’t mean our marriage will break or I will neglect you.”
He was probably trying not to damage his image, knowing that I, the terminally ill, would soon die. By marrying me and then remarrying Delia after my death, he could maintain a good image for both families.
“Leferentia. Even if time were turned back, I would always love you. I’m so proud of you.”
“Me too.”
I am proud of myself too.
As Detor displayed his affection for me, Delia, who had been crying, was now pouting.
Why didn’t I see these obvious behaviors before?
It was repulsive to sit and talk with them, but I endured it, recalling the many revenges I had taken.
I had to endure it.
Soon, these two would become the reason for my death.
“Lea is this sick… I hate ViolenTus Duke for not even visiting as a fellow guardian family. He never shows up for unity meetings, always sending a representative. I hope he won’t skip Lea’s memorial service later.”
Delia slyly took over the conversation, pretending to be concerned. Her words subtly implied she was hoping for my death.
“Delia. Are you going to scold him? I heard he’s so fierce that even demons would run away at the sight of him.”
Detor, fool as he was, laughed at Delia’s attempt to defend a friend, stroking her head.
Seemingly, the two had forgotten who was sitting across from them.
“But I’m Lea’s friend! I won’t forgive him!”
“ViolenTus Duke, always stuck in the North fighting demons. What’s the use of being granted a dukedom if he can’t even attend the guardian family gatherings?”
The ViolenTus family, guarding the North from demons.
Detor, also from a guardian family, always envied ViolenTus for receiving special treatment for guarding the demon-infested North.
“Let him rot in the North hunting demons for life. He acts so aloof just because he’s tasked with hunting demons due to his family’s superior physical abilities. How great can he be?”
“Prince Belial, have you met him? Is he really as terrifying as they say?”
Delia leaned in, batting her eyes cutely at Prince Belial. Belial stroked his chin, pondering for a moment, before giving a vague answer.
“Well, I’m not sure. But people say they feel uneasy after his visits to the palace. They say his gaze is so intense it feels like he could kill a person without a second thought.”
“See, I knew it.”
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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