The current Emperor of Dermayer naturally feared the oracle bestowed upon Ricardo. My biological father, Count Pennel, kidnapped and imprisoned Ricardo, who was hiding in the Duchy, on the Emperor’s order.
Ricardo was now concealing his identity. He might have been threatened by Count Pennel or chose not to reveal himself.
“The one who will kill his father and become the sun in the sky.”
Perhaps Ricardo believed that the Duke of Rochester, as fearful of the oracle as the Emperor, had abandoned him.
Thump, thump, thud, thump.
But why did Sabrina follow me all the way here?
“Hey! Keep it down.”
“There’s nothing to see in a slave’s room.”
Sabrina, apparently having nothing else to do, had followed me to my room, fiddling with a child’s fan and poking around.
I wanted to tell her to get lost, but I couldn’t help but take in the spartan look of my room, befitting a slave.
“But, Sabrina.”
She flipped open her fan, half-covering her face, and looked at me askew.
“What? You want me to leave?”
“No, it’s about your brother.”
“My brother? Ah, Justin Rowe Pennel, that brat?”
Now I was quite curious about what Sabrina might say about me elsewhere.
“Yes, Justin. Blond hair, blue eyes, right?”
Sabrina suddenly widened her eyes in surprise and glared at me.
“Are you trying to make fun of me?”
Sabrina’s dislike for me had many reasons, but the most prominent was my hair color.
The traditional symbol of our family has been silver hair and blue eyes. Not that it appears in every generation, but it’s revered and rare, solidifying as the family’s emblem.
“You’re mocking me because I’m not even blond, let alone silver-haired, aren’t you?”
“No.”
My blunt response made Sabrina’s mouth snap shut.
“Mocking? I’m misunderstood as a slave as it is. I have no interest in playing color games. If I hadn’t been silver-haired with blue eyes, I wouldn’t have been dragged into this house.”
This was my speculation, but the only reason Count Pennel might have given me the Pennel surname, among all his illegitimate children, was just that.
Sabrina’s face was quite shocked. It’s understandable since she must think my presence here is a great fortune. Most noble bastards lived a life even worse than commoners.
“So where is your brother now?”
I had seen Justin before. But whenever I encountered him, I always bowed my head, and my vision blurred with fear, so I couldn’t clearly see the color of his hair.
“He went with father!”
Sabrina screamed. How would I know where her brother is? Now that I think about it, I seem to have heard it in passing.
He’s currently busy with the head of the family’s lessons.
“How old is he?”
“You don’t know your brother’s age?”
“I don’t.”
Sabrina sighed deeply.
“He’s sixteen.”
Justin didn’t start abusing Riccardo from the beginning. One day, he coincidentally saw Riccardo’s painting, which could be called a masterpiece for its beauty.
Justin, captivated by the world drawn by the nameless child in the East Wing and Riccardo himself, who would later be called the absolute beauty of the empire, expresses his twisted affection by terribly abusing him.
The fact that Justin was sixteen meant that his twisted hatred towards Riccardo had already begun.
I closed my eyes briefly and recalled the moment I was dragged to the execution ground. Riccardo was definitely there at that time.
With empty eyes that seemed more fitting for the dead.
In my incomplete memory, Riccardo was covered in blood. He clearly seemed to be cutting and dividing something continuously with a sharp sword, as if he had become a sword himself.
I looked down at my small hands and my emaciated arms.
What can I do with this frail body? Can I really protect him?
Listening to the irregular noise continuously made by Sabrina’s fan, I fell into deep thought.
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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