The Duke’s eyes flared fiercely at the swirling inner thoughts.
“How dare you!”
Although his green eyes flashed menacingly, that was all.
The moment Bianca’s name was mentioned, the Duke had been long immobilized as if leashed.
The knight seemed to know this fact and remained composed throughout.
“Please turn the ship around now. It would be troublesome if the Emperor catches the tail, especially for Her Highness.”
“……Good Lord.”
The Duke, trembling all over, collapsed onto the deck with a sullen face.
“Good Lord, good Lord. He knew.”
His younger sister, Sabrina, who died in childbirth, left a baby who was hated by the Emperor, her father, from birth.
Wasn’t it the Emperor who fell in love with Sabrina, a married woman, at first sight and even forced a marriage?
Since Sabrina died during childbirth, to the Emperor, Bianca was nothing more or less than the enemy who snatched away his beloved Empress.
Bianca’s life was pitifully tragic.
Would it not have been better if she hadn’t been born?
Such an absurd thought naturally occurred.
Her life was so terrible that the Duke eagerly awaited Bianca’s coming of age.
Once she was of age, he planned to somehow extract Bianca from the Emperor’s grasp through ‘marriage.’
But who could have expected the Emperor to use Bianca as a mountain sacrifice?
“Ah, no, no.”
He couldn’t stand to watch something so pitiful crumble, so he took action himself.
“What should I do?”
Rather than helping, he had become a burden.
The Duke was deeply heartbroken.
Return to the territory and seal the gates. No matter what happens afterward, make sure that the Duke does not become a weakness for the Princess.”
The Duke could not respond to the knight’s words.
[Star Icon] [Star Icon] [Star Icon]“We are returning to the north.”
At Gillian’s words, the knights who had been at attention immediately mounted their horses.
The sound of dozens of knights mounting their horses and their armor brushing against each other filled the air.
“The Duke is leaving for the northern command. Open the castle gates.”
Then, the master of ceremonies of the castle came forward to send off Duke Barlock, and began to take command of the situation.
At his words, all the doors of the imperial city that had been firmly shut opened at once, and even the last outer gate, the drawbridge, began to move.
Kurururu, the sound of unlocking iron chains made with a pulley sounded like thunder rumbling.
But it was only for a moment. The drawbridge was laid across the moat, and the imperial city became quiet again.
The surroundings were eerily silent.
Since the fall of Rosevena Palace, the imperial city had remained in this state.
No one mentioned it, nor was there any disturbance, only silence.
Bianca, who was watching the situation through the carriage window, wore a subtle expression.
The imperial city had fallen, and no one was talking about it?
Bianca knew very well what this silence meant.
Submission.
The fear that had naturally shut their mouths.
In the imperial city, nothing went against the emperor’s will.
Even this silence.
The sight of one who had bound and ruled over her all her life in such a lowly state.
It was ridiculous and pathetic, but the greatest feeling was one of selfreproach.
‘How dare!’
The cruel one who never treated her as a person was, after all, just a person.
All sorts of emotions tangled haphazardly, pounding her chest.
“Sigh.”
Bianca sighed as she tried to calm her rough breathing.
“Ah, really, what a spectacle.”
Gillian’s voice could be heard.
“A single word from the master of ceremonies, and the drawbridge goes down at once. To see the imperial road from the imperial city.”
“It is simply my desire to serve you more comfortably, Your Grace.”
Afraid that he might administer another ruthless punishment, the master of ceremonies couldn’t hide his relief at this unexpected response.
“To serve more comfortably…?”
“Yes, Your Grace.”
“When we entered, it took an hour for the drawbridge to come down.”
Didn’t you exist then?
His following words seemed like a murmur, but were loud enough to be heard by those nearby.
The atmosphere, which had softened a bit, hardened again at Gillian’s pointing.
The face of the master of ceremonies that could be seen through the gap in the carriage window was horribly pale.
“This gate, that opens all at once.”
“That…….”
“It took an hour.”
Always domineering to Bianca, the master of ceremonies stumbled over his words in front of Gillian, which was quite amusing.
But why?
At that moment, Bianca suddenly burst into tears.
The ones who had tormented her all her life were such pathetic things.
Just those things had manipulated her all her life.
Though she did not want to cry, her tears wouldn’t stop due to the sense of injustice.
Drip, drip, her thick tears poured out like a downpour.
She sobbed silently for quite a while.
Tap tap, a sound knocked on the carriage window, and looking up, there was Gillian.
“Madam, what’s the matter?”
“It’s nothing.”
It was a difficult emotion to explain.
She didn’t want to talk about it either.
Gillian was a clever and affectionate man.
He knew when to probe and when to wait.
The Duke, who silently nodded his head to the stammering words, suddenly bent his waist and pressed himself tightly against the carriage window.
“Then, it would be best to stop now.”
“Yes. Yes. I will stop now…….”
“The sight of crying is not as pretty as I thought; it doesn’t calm down easily.”
What?
“Wh, what! Your Grace, how can you say such a thing!”
“Call me Gillian.”
“This is not the time for that kind of talk.”
“What will change with that kind of talk? I’m a creature known as the Dragon of Termina. Isn’t it natural to court my mate?”
So what is your preference in men?
The tears that seemed like they wouldn’t stop suddenly ceased at that moment.
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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