“Right.”
He punctuated his statement with a poke at my Adam’s apple.
“Always muttering here.”
“What?”
As Olivia inquired, Cryer nonchalantly repeated the same response.
“Stimulates blood incessantly, never resting.”
He spoke so lightly, but it was far from a light conversation.
The entity creating a ruckus in Cryer’s mind was none other than an ancient god.
Even the statement that it never rests.
“Sleep… it’s tough.”
The torment he experienced when he closed his eyes to sleep was more than mere nightmares.
Whispers of the gods.
If someone entered any temple on the continent, and listened to the voice of the god without rest, they would all unanimously fall to their knees.
Messenger of God. Representative of God.
But the reality was…
‘I am a slave.’
It would be no different from a curse.
Olivia reached out to him.
Over his hand, which was unconsciously stroking the mark on his collarbone, a much smaller and softer hand was placed.
Olivia didn’t say a word, and Cryer also remained silent.
Also, he didn’t feel filthy enough to cut off his hand.
It was merely warm.
Small creatures have a high body temperature, could that be why?
The Princess’s hand was always much warmer than his.
At the same time, the sharp pain he felt from the mark on his collarbone.
Looking down at the overlapping hands, Cryer opened his mouth.
“Is it the same this time too?”
At this, Olivia faintly smiled and shook her head.
“No.”
She added, while patting the back of his hand.
“I wanted to do this.”
Facing the cheerfully smiling Olivia, Cryer did not let out the piercing pain he felt in his collarbone.
[Star Icon][Star Icon][Star Icon]Early the next morning.
The Emperor, who had barely slept a few hours due to his duties, met Olivia with a face clouded by chronic sleep deprivation and fatigue.
“A martial arts competition?”
“Yes.”
Wasn’t this another sudden conversation?
It was as unexpected as the hurried assembly for a not yet prepared conference.
But it was the Princess’s proposal.
There had been some noise after the meeting, but thanks to it, a few countries who were idly hanging around the border were not very quiet.
“There must be a reason.”
“I’m trying to make all the chatter that’s annoying Your Highness disappear.”
At this, the Emperor tilted his head with a bitter laugh.
There was more than one or two things that were bothering his ears.
Seeing all, hearing all, and making all the decisions, was it not the right and duty of the one seated above all?
“The knights of other countries. It could be a way to get rid of them.”
At Olivia’s addition, the Emperor finally showed interest.
“Knights and a martial arts competition. What are you thinking?”
“If everyone acknowledges the strength of a knight from the Nordian nation, half of the talk about spies and such will be quelled.”
“Even if it’s only half, it’ll be less annoying.”
“Yes.”
The Emperor asked Olivia, who was nodding her head.
“That knight, is he strong?”
“To be honest.”
Olivia brightly smiled and let out the truth.
“In a while, he will become strong enough to destroy the empire alone.”
“Heh, if you trust him that much, it’s okay.”
The Emperor laughed and brushed off Olivia’s excessive trust, but it was definitely not an exaggeration or a joke.
It was a fact that Olivia had experienced four times.
But because she couldn’t lay out stories of regressions or ancient gods, she just smiled back.
“Alright. I’ll be able to check out this knight you say is so strong.”
At the approval of hosting the martial arts competition, Olivia bowed her head slightly.
“Princess.”
“Yes.”
“I was going to call you anyway.”
The Emperor picked out one of the documents that filled the large desk and handed it over.
“It’s a letter delivered by a messenger from the Nordian nation.”
“From the Nordian nation… a messenger?”
“Yes.”
As Olivia touched the end of the letter passed by the Emperor, her mind spun rapidly.
The Nordian nation should be busy preparing for the funeral of the former king, who died unexpectedly in a fire.
However, if the content was about the funeral schedule and attendance, the Emperor wouldn’t have specifically told me to read this letter.
Having quickly sorted out her thoughts, Olivia asked the most necessary question.
“What does this incident have to do with the Nordian nation?”
Satisfaction and joy flickered across the face of the wearylooking Emperor. Who wouldn’t be delighted if the crown princess, the successor to the throne, would present not one but ten solutions.
“Read it.”
With the Emperor’s permission, Olivia unfurled the letter and read it from start to finish without pause.
“We can track the culprit.”
Feeling more than surprise, Olivia felt a sense of bewilderment as she read the letter again and then stopped abruptly.
Ah, yes.
The Kingdom of Norden.
There was a wizard there who awakened the ancient god, resurrected Cryer, and branded him a slave.
‘It’s a pattern of the ancient god.’
A distorted pattern stamped on the forehead of the corpse.
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!”
——
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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